All Chapters of The Billionaire Crazy Wife : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

BELLA I blinked against the harsh white light overhead. The sterile scent of disinfectant burned my nose. Where was I? My gaze darted around the room, landing on a figure by the window. David. His posture was rigid, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Even from here, I could feel the storm brewing inside him.The memory slammed into me like a wave. Lizzy. My father. The syringe. My chest tightened as I tried to push myself upright, but a sharp, pulling ache kept me pinned to the bed.“David,” I whispered, my voice barely audible beneath the hiss of the oxygen mask.His head snapped around. In a heartbeat, he was by my side, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Bella,” he said, his voice low and rough, “don’t try to move. Are you okay?”I nodded weakly, too overwhelmed to do more.My thoughts raced. Where was my father? Was he safe? What about Julie? How many days had I been here? I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Frustration clawed at me.David’s hand envelop

DAVID “You heard me right, David. I think he killed your father.” Her voice wavered, cracking under the weight of words she’d clearly been holding onto for years.My grip on the phone tightened. “Mom… what are you saying? Why would you even think that?”“This isn’t something I can explain over the phone,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Come to the house. I’ll tell you everything then.”The line went dead before I could ask anything else.I stood frozen for a moment, the words circling my mind like vultures. He killed your father. The idea seemed ridiculous, impossible even. Yet, as I replayed my mother’s trembling voice, I felt something stir inside me fear? Anger? Questions. Too many questions.“Take me to my mother’s house,” I said to the driver, sliding into the back seat of the car.The drive felt endless, Grandpa’s words ‘You’re just like your father’ echoing in my mind. Why now? Why was my father’s name suddenly everywhere?“Boss, we’re here,” my driver said, snapp

BELLADavid’s eyes stayed locked on me, his brow furrowed with worry. He didn’t say a word, but I could feel the tension in the way his hand tightened around mine.“I’ll handle it,” he said finally, his voice steady and firm. “I’ll make them pay for what they did to your father.”I pulled my hand away, shaking my head. “No. This is my fight, David.” My voice cracked, but I refused to let the emotion stop me. “He’s my father. I need to do this myself.”His jaw clenched, and I knew he wanted to argue, but I didn’t give him a chance.“I’ve seen the news,” I continued, stepping closer. “The scandal you stirred up it’s brilliant, and I appreciate everything you’ve done. But this isn’t about Roy. It’s about his daughter. She’s the one who hurt my family. She’s the one who needs to pay.”Anger bubbled in my chest, fierce and unrelenting. My hands trembled as I balled them into fists. “She thinks she can destroy my father’s name and walk away? I’ll show her what a mistake that was. I’ll make

DAVID Something about my dad and Roy didn’t sit right. I knew it, felt it in my gut. I told Sam to wait for me at the mansion.The moment I stepped inside, I spotted him. He was slumped in one of the chairs, pale, with swollen eyes and a split lip. His suit, usually pristine, looked rumpled, his hands trembling slightly as he rose to greet me.“Sir,” he said, voice hoarse. “I have the information.”I moved closer, my gaze narrowing on his battered face. “What the hell happened to you?”“It’s nothing,” he muttered, attempting to straighten his back. “Just a gang… they jumped me on my way here.”“A gang?” My voice sharpened. “Why would anyone attack you?”John, my head of security, stepped forward. His jaw was tight, and I could see the frustration in his eyes. “Boss, we were late. By the time we got to him, they had already done a number on him. They scattered when they saw us, but… it was close.”“How close?” I asked quietly.John hesitated. “Close enough. He was almost killed.”My s

DAVID "Grandpa, why hasn’t he fought for his son's death?" My voice was steady, but my hands clenched at my sides. "He knows the killer, doesn’t he? So why stay silent?"Grandpa’s eyes darkened. He exhaled slowly, the weight of something unsaid hanging between us.“I know what you’re thinking, David.” His gaze locked on mine, heavy and filled with regret. “You think I’m a bad father, don’t you?”I opened my mouth, but no words came. Silence seemed safer than anything I could offer.“It’s not that I don’t want to fight,” he continued, his voice thick with something deeper. “I have to honor your father’s last wish. And for you... and your mother... I can’t risk losing the two of you too. Not after losing him.”His face looked drawn, like he was peeling back the layers of an old wound that had never quite healed.I swallowed hard. "You’re hiding something else, Grandpa."His gaze flickered, hesitant, before he finally spoke. "I want to save Eden."My heart thudded in my chest. Eden? My