All Chapters of When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alysha’s heart stopped. She turned to Sisi, frozen in shock, the word ringing in her ears. It was only the second word Sisi had ever spoken to her, and it hit her with the force of a revelation she hadn’t been prepared for.Sisi’s finger was pointed at a photograph in the article—a man with striking blond hair, intense blue eyes, and an impossibly handsome face. The caption read: Ivan Anderson Suegra, The business tycoon and CEO of Suegra Empire.Sisi tugged at Alysha’s sleeve insistently, her blue eyes wide with recognition. “Daddy!” she repeated, her voice filled with a joy Alysha had never seen in her before. Her small hand tapped the newspaper, her gaze locked on the picture as if nothing else in the world mattered.Alysha’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she took in the image of Ivan. This man… Sisi’s father? She looked down at her daughter, who was gazing at the photo with the pure, innocent certainty of a child who recognized someone she loved.She knelt down, eye-level

Seraphina stormed into the villa, her eyes blazing with a barely controlled fury. Sisi, sensing the tension, immediately darted toward Alysha, clutching her mother’s leg with a trembling grip, her wide blue eyes filled with fear. Alysha instinctively placed a protective arm around Sisi, her gaze hardening as she looked at Seraphina. Neil cast his daughter a warning look, but Seraphina ignored him, forcing herself into a stiff, composed stance.“Doctor Arisha Holland,” Seraphina sneered, using the name with a hint of mockery. “May I have a moment with you?”Alysha glanced down at Sisi, who held her even tighter, her little body rigid with fear. Alysha ran a gentle hand over Sisi’s back, whispering softly, “It’s alright, sweetheart.” She looked back at Seraphina, her face impassive. “Yes, of course. Please, go on.”Seraphina’s expression sharpened, her voice cold as she continued, “You’ve already caused substantial damage to our project with your… unfortunate setbacks. Because of you, w

As fatigue set in, she collapsed, her fingers loosing their grip on her head. There was rage bubbling beneath the surface when they did this to me. Neil, Seraphina—all of them—they had erased her past, cut her off from her own life, her own daughter. They’d stolen her memories, her identity, and in its place, left her tangled in their lies.But when Alysha sat there and breathed heavily, she felt a strong determination inside her that she hadn't felt before. She wouldn’t let Neil control her forever. She would find a way to break through this fog and uncover every piece of her past that they had taken from her. She would reclaim herself—and her daughter.Slowly, she pushed herself up, her hands steadying her on the edge of the sofa as she forced herself to stand, the weight of her determination fueling her. They might have taken her memories, but they hadn’t taken her will.Alysha’s gaze fell on the newspaper, her eyes catching the image of Ivan Anderson Suegra. The headline seemed t

“Call it what you want,” Andrine replied, her voice softening but turning serious. “The point is, Charles, if we’re going to stop the Hollands from reproducing this medicine, then they need to know they’ll have to pay for it. Alysha deserves every cent they’ve robbed from her, and if I have to be the one to negotiate it, then I’ll make sure they never get away with it.” She met his gaze, unwavering, and Charles felt a newfound respect settle in.“All right, Andrine,” he said, nodding firmly. “Let’s make it happen. For Alysha—and for that commission of yours.”Charles watched Andrine closely, his gaze sharp as he spoke. "Do you know the Suegra family?"The moment the words left his mouth, Andrine’s face went pale, the color draining from her cheeks as if he’d struck a nerve. Her bold, unshakeable demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a flicker of something else—fear, perhaps, or a buried memory resurfacing too fast to hide.She quickly turned her head, avoiding his gaze, but Cha

Alysha leaned back in the chair, her vision blurring as tears spilled down her cheeks. The memory of Sisi’s sweet voice, her bright giggle, her innocent face as she called out “Mommy,” played over and over in her mind like a haunting melody. The ache in her chest grew sharper, deeper, with each thought. How was it possible that her own daughter could feel so close yet be so far out of reach?Her gaze fell on the newspaper lying open in front of her, Ivan’s face staring back with that intense, piercing expression. Ivan Anderson Suegra. The name, the face—both pulled at her, stirred something inside her that she couldn’t place. But there was something there, a connection she couldn’t deny. It felt too strong to ignore, yet it remained just out of reach, slipping through her grasp like sand.Who is he to me? she thought, frustration mingling with the grief. She hated the gap in her memory, hated the fog that kept her from understanding who this man was, why he seemed so familiar. And Sis