All Chapters of When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The private jet touched down, its tires screeching against the tarmac as the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the vast runway. Alysha felt the vibrations reverberate through her as the jet slowed to a halt. Charles’s hand lingered at the small of her back, a possessive gesture that made her feel both safe and trapped.As the door opened, cool night air rushed in, carrying with it the scent of jet fuel and distant rain. Alysha shivered, her fingers gripping Charles’s arm as they descended the stairs, the metal steps cold against her heels. The engines wound down, their growl fading into the night as they stepped onto the tarmac. A silence settled, thick and heavy, the kind that signals something brewing just out of sight.And then, as they took the final step and moved forward, a shadow separated from the darkness ahead, emerging into the light of the runway lamps. Alysha’s eyes squinted, confusion clouding her gaze as she tried to make out the figure. Charles’s bod

The officer shifted uncomfortably, glancing between the faces in the room. Gabriel’s eyes, once filled with shock, turned to anger, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Lilian’s hand dropped to the table, trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.Gabriel’s gaze flicked from his son to Alysha, his eyes narrowing. “Armin, how—”But Armin’s expression didn’t change, his eyes as hard as steel, his focus unbroken. “Three years, Father. Three years of believing she was dead.”Alysha’s shoulders hunched further as the weight of his words pressed down on her. She could feel Lilian’s eyes on her, a mother’s desperate plea, but she couldn’t meet her gaze. She had no answers to offer, no words to explain the tangled mess of truths and lies.Gabriel’s jaw clenched, his face a mask of fury and confusion. “What’s the meaning of this, Armin? We were accused—arrested—because of her!”Armin’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the back of the chair in front of him. “And those accusa

Alysha watched the scene unfold and felt the walls closing in on her. Everything about her presence seemed to tear open old wounds, even though she was missing. All she could feel was the cold, hollow ache of being both the cause and the victim of a family whose lives were falling apart around her.Alysha’s voice was a whisper, trembling with uncertainty as she dared to speak the words no one was expecting.“Armin, now you know I’m alive. And your parents are out of jail. Can we get a divorce?”Time seemed to stop. The room fell into a stunned silence, and every eye turned toward her, wide with shock. Lilian’s hand stilled, and Gabriel’s brow furrowed, his body going rigid. But the coldest reaction came from Armin. His eyes, once burning with anger and determination, were now locked onto Alysha, blazing with a fury so intense it was like staring into the barrel of a loaded gun.“What did you say?” Lilian’s voice trembled as she looked from Alysha to her son, desperately trying to und

A heavy silence descended, each word striking like a hammer. Lilian gasped, her hand covering her mouth as she looked between the two men. “Ivan, you can’t mean—”But before she could finish, Gabriel’s voice exploded like a cannon, vibrating through the walls. “Ivan!” he roared, his face red with fury. “You still have the nerve to speak!”Alysha’s breath caught in her throat as the tension in the room reached a boiling point. She glanced at Ivan, feeling the heat of every eye on her, the weight of expectation, accusation, and judgment. Ivan’s expression remained fierce, resolute.“She belongs to me now, Gabriel,” Ivan said, his voice firm, claiming his stake. “Alysha is my woman.”Before anyone could react, Ivan’s hand shot out, gripping Alysha’s wrist. With a forceful tug, he pulled her to his chest, his hold possessive and unyielding. The room fell into stunned silence. She looked up at him, her breath quickening as she felt his arms wrap around her, the warmth of his body pressing

Alysha’s hand flew to her chest, her breath shallow as she struggled to keep her composure. “Armin… you’re still with Seraphina Holland,” she said, her voice tinged with a mix of accusation and desperation. “She even claims herself as your wife.”Armin’s eyes flashed, but he shrugged it off, a dismissive smile playing on his lips. “Ah… that’s nonsense.” He waved a hand, like swatting away a fly. “She’s just saying that. But I never married her.”Alysha’s eyes hardened, and she pulled back, trying to create distance between them. “That’s between you and her, Armin. But I don’t want to be a part of it anymore.” Her voice wavered, but there was a strength behind it, a plea that came from deep within. “Please… let me go.”Armin’s smile faded, replaced with a dark, calculating look. “Let you go where, Doctor Alysha Jarl?”The words hit her like a punch, and she felt her breath hitch. Her eyes widened, and she felt the blood drain from her face. “You… you know?” she whispered, her voice bar