All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress' Revenge Game: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Although Marcia was briefly enchanted by sweet words and a handsome face, after dinner, she didn't actually follow Elijah to the church for vows. Currently, she doesn't have a real ID that could pass government scrutiny—all her IDs are fake.This time, however, Elijah didn't push her. With an unusual gentleness, he said, "Go change clothes; we're going to work."Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom and picked out a red dress for her, a vibrant color that, in Marcia's opinion, was a little too short.She tugged at the dress uncomfortably, her hands slightly sweaty with nerves. "I don't think red suits me. Does it look strange?"Elijah chuckled softly, sounding genuinely sincere. "It looks good. You should wear bright colors more often." He gestured to the closet. "Feel free to wear anything from here."Even without checking the labels, Marcia knew the clothes he picked wouldn't come cheap. She intended to refuse but instead found herself asking, "Did you buy these?""They were gi

There's a saying: All men are fickle.From Marcia's experiences, she knew it was more than that—men could be ruthless in ways women couldn't even imagine.Still, she had always thought that Claire and Fidel were different.They'd been together since high school. When Claire worked as Marcia's assistant, Fidel was still in medical school. Claire split her paycheck three ways: the smallest part went towards her rent and living expenses, another portion was sent back to her family, and the biggest share went to support Fidel.Back then, Claire often talked about the day Fidel would become a doctor and how they'd get married and live happily ever after.Marcia, lost in the bliss of her own relationship with Alan at the time, used to dream of both their happy endings but couldn't help feeling sorry for Claire.While other girls begged their boyfriends to take them to the movies or buy them gifts, Claire worked extra hours. When other girls were upset and needed their boyfriends' comfort, C

Demon was a five-story modern building, different from typical red-light districts. The women here came from all over the world, representing every type imaginable.As Marcia entered the lobby, it was clear that this was the busiest floor, and also the most affordable.In the center was a stage where a woman provocatively danced, stripping while a crowd of drunken men cheered and hollered. Some men, unable to restrain their urges, clutched the women beside them, touching and kissing without shame. This place was a den of pure indulgence.Marcia couldn't help but frown, thinking to herself: Is Elijah really here? She felt a sting of jealousy.He was whispering sweet things to her this morning, and now he's here? She couldn't help but think, Men really can't be trusted."Hey there, gorgeous! New here? I don't think I've seen you around before!"Just as she spotted the elevator, a drunken man blocked her path.He looked at Marcia's cold, impatient expression and belched, leering. "Well,

Marcia followed Elijah into the car, and the playful mood caused by the others' teasing faded as the two of them were alone. The quiet between them made her uneasy.She stole a glance at Elijah. His shirt was unbuttoned at several points, and his usually neat hair was loosened, giving him a slightly wild and untamed look."Sir," Marcia hesitated, "if you've been drinking, you shouldn't drive."Elijah shook his head. "I haven't been drinking."But he didn't look sober. His eyes were wild, full of energy, even hinting at a suppressed anger. There was something magnetic and almost provocative about him in the dim light.Marcia's throat tightened. She whispered, "Do you have something you want to ask me?""Do you have something to confess?" Elijah's gaze burned like fire as it lingered on her anxious face, making her shiver. "If you don't have anything to confess, then I have no questions."Marcia quickly lowered her head, her palms sweaty, too afraid to speak.Nervously, she fidgeted wit

When Elijah returned, he was alone.He held two breakfast trays and lightly knocked on the hospital room door. He was unused to waiting outside, feeling awkward. He cleared his throat before pushing the door open.Inside, Claire was gone. Marcia was sitting against the headboard, her face pale and expressionless.Elijah frowned. "What happened? Did your friend leave?"Marcia stayed silent for a long while, her eyes lifeless.He set the trays down, sensing something was off. "Are you okay?"His unease deepened.Suddenly, Marcia looked up and smiled faintly. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.Elijah quickly grabbed her chin. "Stop it! What are you doing?"Marcia kept her jaw clenched, biting so hard that she didn't even notice she'd broken the skin. She just looked at him, smiling, not crying, but with eyes wide open and numb.Elijah felt a chill run down his spine, shaken by her strange demeanor. He had no idea what was happening