All Chapters of The Billionaire Crazy Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DAVIDThe hospital waiting room felt colder than the snowstorm outside. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, and the sterile smell of antiseptic hung thick in the air. My fingers gripped the edge of the chair, knuckles white, as the minutes dragged into hours.Bella’s face flashed in my mind the way she looked at me with fire in her eyes, even in her weakest moments. How could she say it wasn’t an accident? Who would hurt her? The thought tightened my chest, making it hard to breathe.A shuffle of footsteps broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see Elowen and Bella’s father approaching. I rose to my feet immediately, my legs stiff from sitting too long. Bowing slightly to him, I muttered, “Sir.”He placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm yet comforting. “There’s no need for that, son. How’s my daughter?”I swallowed hard. “The doctors haven’t said anything yet. She should be okay, but I…” My voice faltered. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince him or myself.B

DAVID“What do you mean by that?” I asked, leaning closer to Bella. The hospital room felt colder than it should have, a chill creeping into my bones as I tried to make sense of her words.Janet, ever the shadow at my side, pulled a chair closer, her gaze bouncing between Bella and me.Bella’s hands trembled as she picked up her phone. She swiped at the screen, then turned it toward us. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said, “Read this.”The text was stark, its words burning into my mind:We need to destroy you to bring David down.For a moment, I stared at the screen, my jaw tightening. The words were a punch to the gut, calculated and sharp.“Who would send this?” Bella’s voice cracked, pulling my attention back to her. Her eyes, wide and brimming with unshed tears, searched mine for answers.I clenched my fists. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my tone rougher than I intended. “But I’ll find out. I’ve made enemies, Bella people who’d go to extremes to see me fall but why go t

DAVID I gripped the man’s shoulder tightly, my voice low but steady. “No one’s going to kill your son. I won’t let that happen.” He shifted uncomfortably under my hand, his gaze darting to the floor. “You don’t understand.” His voice cracked. “The people I’m talking about…they’re powerful. They own this city.” “Powerful?” I scoffed, letting out a sharp breath. “What if I take your son out of that prison and return him to you? Safe and sound. Just tell me who they are.” He hesitated, his lips trembling as though he was weighing the odds. “What if you’re too late? What if they’ve already…” His voice broke, fear pooling in his eyes. I straightened, my jaw tightening. “I am David Copperfield.” The name hung heavy between us, and the room seemed to shrink. “The most feared man in this city. I destroy whoever stands in my way. Your son will walk out of that prison but you need to tell me their names.” His fear didn’t vanish, but it dulled enough for him to nod. “His name…his name

DAVIDI gripped the steering wheel tighter, the soft hum of the car engine doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside me. "You haven’t even asked about the guy’s name," I muttered, throwing a sidelong glance at my younger sister.Janet adjusted her lipstick in the visor mirror, her calm demeanor a sharp contrast to my simmering frustration. "We’ll figure it out when we get to Midnight Manor," she said breezily, snapping the visor shut. "No point in jumping to conclusions before we’ve got the facts."I clenched my jaw, focusing on the winding road ahead. Midnight Manor wasn’t just any club it was Clara’s favorite haunt before…before she was taken from me.By the time we pulled into the club’s neon-lit parking lot, my nerves were stretched thin. Janet stepped out first, her heels clicking confidently against the pavement. "You’re unusually hands-on with this," she said, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. "You usually have your guards or assistants handle stuff like this. What’s

DAVID “Denise,” Janet’s voice cracked as she whispered his name. Her hand trembled slightly, clutching the edge of the table for balance.I froze at the sound, a rush of memories flooding back. Denise. The man who destroyed my sister’s life. My jaw tightened as I processed her words, my hands curling into fists. A slow, humorless smile crept across my face, but inside, fury churned like a storm.“Well, well,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Don’t tell me that bastard’s been released from prison.”Janet didn’t respond, but the haunted look in her eyes was all the confirmation I needed. She was trying to stand tall, but the faint quiver in her lips betrayed her.“Ten years,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “It’s been ten years, and now he’s free. After everything he’s done...”The image of Janet’s younger self flashed in my mind barely more than a teenager, her face pale and tear-streaked as she begged me to help her. Denise had forced her into an abortion, leaving her unable to