All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Benedict sat at the top of the headboard table, his attention was acut, keen as his staff presented their latest financial reports. He's fully immersed in the numbers, the figures, and the strategies. He does not have time for distractions and space for anything but the work that needs to be done.In the meantime, Andrea was quietly surfing on her phone under the table; she was one of the junior staff members. She had always been a fashion enthusiast, and today she could not resist checking the news—especially with the recent buzz about Sabrina Auburn. Andrea saw her name everywhere recently; from the launch of Sabrina Ultra bags to announcing her collaboration with Maison d'Étoiles. She was becoming a bright star in the fashion world, and Andrea was eager to know more about her.She didn't know the full backstory—she didn't even know that Sabrina was Benedict's ex-wife. To Andrea, Sabrina was just an inspiring designer who was making waves in a completely different world from the cor

The question hung in the stillness of his office, unheard. But no matter how much he pushed Clara away, she stayed. Always: there to help, there to support, there with reasons to stay. Benedict had to admit it would drive him mad sometimes, how relentless she was, and yet, at times strangely comforting. He couldn't even try to deny how very present she was, the person he'd come to count on, though never wanted to.Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, Sabrina Auburn was rocking the fashion world. Sabrina Ultra had become a household name in Paris and had spread rapidly to the United States. The brand was said to be a beacon of modern luxury, sophistication combined with bold and innovative designs. Sabrina herself became a celebrity in her own right, a woman admired not just for her talent but also for her resilience and grace.She was living the dream that only a while ago would have been unimaginable and which she could only now have dared to think of-from nothing to empire.

The words struck Benedict like a thunderclap, making him silent for a moment. She spoke in a voice trembling with anger and pain as she continued speaking with her arms folded tightly across her chest, as if trying to protect herself from the burden of confession."Our baby died long ago," she said, her tone icy but laced with pain.Benedict's eyes opened wide as if all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest tightened. "What are you saying, Sabrina?" he managed to choke out.Her voice grew cold as she remembered the painful memory. "The moment I left that house and saw you with her—having sex in our bedroom—something inside me broke. I was pregnant, Benedict, but you didn't even notice. I was carrying your child, and that night… I lost everything."Benedict took a step back, as if the words had actually hit him.The words struck Benedict like a thunderclap, making him silent for a moment. She spoke in a voice trembling with anger and pain as she continued speaking with her a

Sabrina stood by the wall, her eyes fixed on Benedict as the conversation weighed in the air between them. Confusion, anguish, and remorse twisted his face—something she wanted to see and couldn't find peace over because of the weight of her past with him. He had been the reason that reshaped her life; the scars of betrayal were something she carried over the years. Now that she stood on the other side of it all, having watched him crushed by the consequences of his actions, her heart felt a fulfillment it had never known before. I’m sorry, my little Saben, she thought quietly to herself, her gaze softening as she remembered the life she had built with her son. But this is for your dad. He needs to feel what he's done. The lies, the betrayals. Sabrina's fingers curled hard around the rim of her glass, her mind snaring on her own feelings. She would not drag Saben into this sick dance with Benedict. Her son was her life, and he would never know the ache of the past. But Benedict? He ha

"Actions really do speak louder than words, Benedict. It's always hard to remember that sometimes the hardest truths are the ones we need to face. Being honest is not just about speaking your mind; it is to feel it in your bones and let that lead your actions. And let her see that you have changed, not for her but for yourself."Benedict clenched his fists, determination settling. "I'll start with honesty. But that's not an end. I'll take up a fight for myself-even if it takes forever to prove myself worthy enough."Teresa looked on at him with a pinch of pride and concern. "Then don't waste any further time, Benedict. There is no pause in the clock for any of us."As Benedict stood there, preparing to leave, the spark of purpose flickered back into him. For the first time in years, he had a direction—a chance, however slim, to make things right. And he wasn't going to let it slip away.She went inside in her beautiful Parisian abode, composure unwrapping the moment the door creaked s