All Chapters of When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Alysha lay on her bed, the cool sheets offering little comfort against the storm brewing inside her. The military villa was silent, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind far from the room she was in. She felt a heaviness in her chest, a weight that refused to lift no matter how many deep breaths she took.Her thoughts were consumed by a single name—Sisi.Her daughter’s face appeared in her mind’s eye, vivid and clear. She remembered the warmth of Sisi’s tiny arms wrapped around her neck, the soft giggles that filled the room, the way her eyes sparkled with innocent joy. Now, that memory felt like a distant dream, something she could barely touch. Her heart clanged, the ache sharp and unrelenting, as she thought of how long it had been since she last held her daughter.“Sisi…” she whispered into the empty room, her voice cracking as she closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. But they came anyway, hot and heavy, rolling

Armin's grip on the steering wheel tightened as they sped through the darkened streets. He glanced at Alysha, his jaw set with both anger and concern. “Never go somewhere alone again,” he said, his voice low and serious. “You have no idea how dangerous this city really is.”Alysha’s eyes flashed with frustration as she turned to face him, her voice edged with bitterness. “And who exactly should I have asked to come with me, Armin? My little sister, Andrine?” she shot back, the emotion in her voice unmistakable. “Who do I have left?”Armin’s eyes flicked to hers, and he hitched at her words. “Hey, don’t even think about dragging her into this,” he snapped, his voice more forceful than he intended. “She’s Bjorn’s wife. She has nothing to do with this mess.”Alysha’s face softened, but her eyes were filled with a quiet, heartbreaking truth. “Exactly, Armin,” she whispered, her voice heavy with sadness. “Andrine has her own life, her own battles. And what about me? I’m all alone. I don’t

Alton’s gaze was steady as he watched Ivan’s reaction, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. “I heard you got married?” he said, his voice casual but carrying a hint of curiosity.Ivan smiled, his expression softening for a brief moment, and nodded. “Yeah, I did.”Alton raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “So now Alysha Jarl is Alysha Anderson?” he said, his tone edged with amusement, as if testing how deeply Ivan had thought this through.Ivan’s expression shifted, and a look of surprise crossed his face. Henry’s eyes also widened in shock, as if the gravity of what Alton had said hit them both at the same time. “Actually,” Ivan began, his voice faltering slightly, “I... I just left her alone in Boston. I came here to search for Sisi.”Alton leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious. “She just returned to your life after three years, Ivan. You just got married, and then you left her alone?”Ivan’s eyes narrowed, and he felt a sting of guilt creeping up his spine

The car rolled forward, its headlights cutting through the darkness of the night, Alysha sat quietly, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights outside the window. The world outside felt distant, as if it belonged to another life. Inside the car, everything was still, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional creak of leather seats as they shifted.Alysha’s thoughts wandered, slipping past the events of the night and settling on a face she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever—Ivan. She could almost picture his eyes, intense and unyielding, the way he would hold her close like he was afraid to lose her. She wondered if he missed her as much as she missed him. Did he think about her, wherever he was? Or had he already moved on to something more important?Does he even care? she wondered, her heart aching as the thought crossed her mind. So many promises had been made, and yet here she was, alone in a city that seemed to swallow her whole. Ivan had left, claiming he had to s

The car pulled into the long driveway of Armin’s villa, its headlights casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The grandeur of the place was undeniable—a sleek, modern structure surrounded by towering trees and the glow of carefully placed lights. It was impressive, but to Alysha, it felt cold, distant. As the car came to a stop, she looked out the window, her eyes tracing the lines of the building as she took a deep breath.Armin turned off the engine and glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “We’re here,” he said quietly, the tension between them lingering in the air. “You’ll be safe here tonight.”Alysha hesitated before opening the door and stepping out. The night air was crisp, a chill that made her wrap her arms around herself. She watched as Armin got out and came around the car, his eyes meeting hers briefly. There was something unspoken in his gaze—something she wasn’t ready to face.They walked up the stone pathway leading to the front entrance, the quiet of the