All Chapters of When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Bjorn stormed through the hospital hallways, his eyes darting from room to room as he pushed past doctors, nurses, and patients. Panic clawed at his insides, and the usual smirk he wore was gone, replaced with a look of growing frustration and fear. “Alora!” he called out, his voice echoing off the sterile walls, but there was no response. No sign of her anywhere.He shoved open the door to another examination room, only to find it empty. A scowl formed on his face as he slammed it shut, his fists clenching at his sides. Where the hell is she? he thought, his heartbeat quickening. Alora had always had a talent for vanishing, but this time felt different—like something had gone wrong.He sped down another corridor, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Nurses looked up, startled by the urgency in his movements, but he ignored them. He checked the stairwells, the waiting areas, even the storage rooms—still nothing. His breath was coming in quick, angry bursts now, his patience w

Ivan entered the grand foyer of the Lewis Mansion, his steps firm and confident as he cradled Sisi in his arms. The little girl clung to him, her small face peeking out with a curious expression as she held on tightly to his shirt. The grandeur of the mansion, with its high ceilings and intricate chandeliers, cast a warm glow over them, but the tension in the room was ice-cold.Alton Lewis, standing by the entrance, felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes locked onto the child. His wife, Rena, stood beside him, her hand covering her mouth as she stared. The resemblance was undeniable—the child had Ivan’s piercing blue eyes and a look of curiosity that mirrored his own. The room felt like it had been dipped in silence, the air heavy as they took in the sight.Alton’s eyes widened, and he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the baby girl. “Ivan...” he breathed, his voice low, but filled with the weight of the realization. “This... this is your daughter.”Ivan’s face was calm, but

The living room of the Rodriguez Manor was a scene of chaos. Broken furniture and shattered glass littered the floor as Bjorn’s rage tore through the room like a hurricane. His face was twisted in fury, his eyes wild as he grabbed Alora by the arm and yanked her forward. She was crying, her cheeks streaked with tears, as she tried to shield herself from his blows.Bjorn’s voice boomed, shaking the walls. “Because of you! Because of you, I couldn’t find Andrine!” he roared, each word cutting through the air like a knife.Alora sobbed, her voice a pitiful whimper as she cried out, “Help!” Her blue eyes were wide with terror, and she flinched with every movement Bjorn made.Maximilian, standing a few feet away, was frozen in shock. The Rodriguez bodyguards had him restrained, their grips tight as they held him back. His eyes darted frantically, filled with disbelief. “What are you doing, Bjorn? Stop!” he shouted, struggling against the hold of the guards. But they were under orders, and

Seraphina Holland watched the chaos unfold from the shadows of the hallway, her arms crossed and a smug smile curling on her lips. She had positioned herself just out of sight, perfectly content to witness the mayhem she had orchestrated. The room was still buzzing with tension—Bjorn’s fury.No wonder Bjorn is so easy to manipulate, she thought, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. It hadn’t taken much—just a few carefully chosen words, subtle suggestions that Alora was hiding something important, something dangerous to his precious Andrine. And Bjorn, with his reckless temper, had taken the bait, just as she’d planned.Her eyes flicked to where Alora had been, now safely cradled in Maximilian’s arms as he prepared to leave with her. Good, Seraphina mused. The little headache is finally gone from the house. Alora, the one person who had seen Alysha and could have connected the dots, was now out of her way. For Seraphina, it was a perfect outcome—Alora had been a threat, one she couldn

As they reached the villa’s perimeter, Bjorn crouched low, scanning the area. The building was heavily guarded, soldiers patrolling in pairs and the entrances fortified. Of course, he thought. Neil would make sure she’s protected. He gritted his teeth, the thought of Neil hiding Andrine away igniting a fresh wave of anger. But not for long.Rico moved up beside him, his voice a low whisper. “Boss, we’ll have to split up to take them all down. We need to neutralize them quietly.”Bjorn nodded, his eyes calculating. “You take the left flank with the bodyguards. I’ll move in from the right with my men. We’ll converge at the main entrance.”The teams split, melting into the shadows. Bjorn and his gangsters crept along the villa’s right side, hugging the walls. The cool metal of his gun pressed against his hip, a reminder of the stakes. As they approached the guards, Bjorn gave his men a signal. Two of the gangsters leaped forward, taking out the first pair of soldiers with quick, silent s