All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The next morning, Sabrina walked into Benedict's office building with a calm yet determined air. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor. She had convinced herself that this visit was necessary—not for Benedict, but for herself. She needed clarity, if only to prepare for what might come next.As she waited at the reception desk, she overheard hushed whispers from a group of employees nearby."Did you hear? The long-lost Sabrina—Benedict's ex-wife—showed up at the investor's night," one said, her tone conspiratorial."Yes, everyone is talking about it. I heard she told him their child had died. Poor Mr. Benedict. But can you imagine? After all these years, she just reappears like that?""I wonder if she's back to win him over," another chimed in.Sabrina did not react. Her face, unbroken, held an expression that reflected her stinging hurt. She curled her fists by her sides and willed herself not to respond.Across the hall, Clara was seething with anger. Benedict's long-te

Clara could not believe her assignment that had just been passed on to her. Between all the events she could be assigned to report on, it had to be the fashion show of Sabrina Ultra—a brand associated with the elegance of success and more importantly, Sabrina Auburn, the woman she loathed with all her being.Clara curled her fingers into fistfuls as she read the details. "It has to be a joke," she whispered to herself. It wasn't. And her editor had been quite clear on that level: this was the biggest event of the season, and Clara was supposed to bring an exclusive story.This could be my chance," Clara thought darkly, her lips curling into a sly smile. "My chance to expose her and finally put her in her place. Everybody sees her as this perfect, untouchable woman-but I know better. She is just as flawed as the rest of us-and I will make everybody know it.Clara's mind started racing with possibilities as she stared at the invitation to Sabrina Ultra's fashion show. There had to be so

Sabrina held on to the bouquet tightly as if it was her only anchor. The composure was now ebbing out of her as the weight of Benedict's words seemed to press upon her chest, and his gaze, like some invisible force, did not let her breathe freely. She struggled to suppress the emotions within her, but the storm inside was building up, and she felt the need to say the right things to convey what she really wanted. They in the room stared back at her, with strange eyes that pick at her skin but nothing mattered at that moment than this storm of emotions washing out all else. "Benedict," she whispered, her voice shaking, "this isn't about running away, Benedict. It's about protecting the life I built—the life he deserves."He stepped closer, his eyes softening even as his determination remained. "And what about the life I deserve, Sabrina? Don’t I have the right to know my own son? Don’t we deserve a chance to fix this?"Sabrina feels the air around her grow heavier, her pulse quickenin

Sabrina sat in the silence of her office, gazing out at the rain falling in horizontal sheets. The city had been under a steady cloud of tension, like the chaos that had grown deep within her life. The light tapping of the rain against the windowpane only served to remind of a storm closing in that she wouldn't outrun no matter how fast she ran. She shuffled papers on her desk, tracing the edges absent-mindedly with her fingers, but her thoughts went drifting back to Saben. Her son. The only stable figure in her life, and for that, she fought with a fire burning inside every single day. Her heart wrenched as she replayed in her mind the talk she had had with him this morning and how he had looked at her through his big, innocent eyes with no knowledge of the burdens he had to carry for so long. And she wasn't ready for it. She had never prepared herself for the weight of this responsibility, raising a child on her own. But in the days that were passing now, Sabrina was increasingly loa

Sabrina took a shuddering breath. She wanted so much to believe her grandmother. She wanted so desperately to trust that she would find the strength needed to get through this. But the doubt remained, shrouded at the periphery of her mind like the dark cloud that hovered off to one side. Then there was Benedict's echo, his sudden invasion into their lives.The doorbell rang, cutting the silence. Sabrina jumped in surprise at the sudden ringing of the doorbell. Leila got up with ease, but Sabrina didn't budge. She was in a state of deep thought, trying to connect the dots of her emotions.Wendy, however, noticed that tension in Sabrina's shoulders. "You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Sabrina. Even when you're weak, you rise. You always do."Sabrina looked at her grandmother. Her heart was heavy, yet strangely comforted by her words. It was true. She had risen. Even when Benedict's betrayal had well and truly shattered her, and everything she'd fought for seemed to