All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

With her fingers clasped so firmly around the tablet that her knuckles turned white, Freda stood in the middle of her penthouse, staring at it.Everywhere you looked, you could see the news.Harrington Fraud or Heiress? Unbelievable DNA Findings Will Upend the Dynasty.Every media outlet reported on the scandal. All the politicians, businesspeople, and socialites had something to say.Conjecture. Charges. falsehoods.Freda took a deep breath.Williams was standing across from her, looking at his phone with a gloomy face and a clenched jaw."They’re trying to destroy you." He spoke quietly but with a controlled rage.Freda breathed out slowly. Daniel wants to replace me, while Margaret wants to delete me. They're collaborating, Williams. My claim to the Harrington empire is no longer the only issue here. Power—absolute power—is at issue here.He glanced in her direction. "Then we fight."Freda's mouth pushed shut. "How? If I'm not a Harrington by blood, according to the DNA test…""It

Except for the steady ticking of the old clock on the wall, the room was quiet. Freda flipped over the pages of the private documents that Williams had handed her the previous evening while seated rigidly on the leather couch in his study. Her adoptive father was linked to Daniel's network by every word, signature, and financial transaction that was presented to her.Williams folded his arms and leaned on his desk, intently observing her response. He was unsure of how she would react to this heartbreaking realization.At last, Freda said in a hollow voice, "So." "My dad wasn't merely a pawn. He knew about it.”Williams nodded and let out a breath. “That’s how it looks.”Freda's hands shook and her jaw tightened as she stared at the papers. I had assumed all along that he was only a man in need of financial support. However, he deceived me. He voluntarily assisted the Harringtons in erasing me.Williams crouched in front of her as he approached. "Freda... I understand that this hurts,

The courtroom was full. With their cameras flashing, reporters lined the back, documenting every anxious moment. Officially, the fight for the Harrington legacy had started.Freda sat next to Eleanor Carter, her well-known lawyer who had a reputation for winning cases that seemed impossible. Williams sat opposite her, his presence a quiet but effective support system. Daniel and Margaret sat across the room with their own legal team, their faces unreadable.The room fell silent when the judge walked in."We're in session now," the bailiff declared.As the judge looked over the opening paperwork, Freda's heart was racing.For the first time, the judge addressed her formally, saying, "Miss Harrington." You assert that Margaret Harrington illegally withheld your inheritance and that you are the legitimate owner of the late Jonathan Harrington's estate. Is that right?Freda got up and spoke steadily. "Yes, Your Honor."Richard Vaughn, Margaret's seasoned attorney, grinned. As he mocked he

Freda stirred in an unfamiliar room featuring a lofty ceiling and the soft glow of candlelight. She remained alive even with the persistent pain in her side that recalled the memories of the warehouse ambush. She glanced over and noticed Williams dozing in a chair beside the bed, his hand still holding hers, with the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. He seemed exhausted, worry marked on his face even as he slumbered. His eyes instantly opened when she tightened his fingers. "Freda," he exhaled, his face flushed with relief.She forced a feeble smile. "We succeeded."Williams kissed her knuckles and nodded. We arrived at Alex's safehouse. The doctor sewed you up, but you lost a lot of blood. You really frightened me. She pushed past the discomfort and let out a deep exhale. "Where is Alex?"Williams felt a shadow move across his face. He went to handle Daniel's apprehension. On suspicion of fraud, the police arrested him.Freda blinked. "Hold on... Is Daniel in detention?Will

Freda's POV."Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"With my heart pounding loudly in my ears, I gripped the Bible tighter. The courtroom waited in silence."I do," I firmly stated.The magistrate gave a nod. "You may proceed."Margaret Harrington sat with her lawyers across from me, her face unreadable and icy. Marcel was at her side, his grin scarcely concealed.I inhaled deeply. "The evidence in front of you, Your Honor, demonstrates that Margaret Harrington falsified documents in order to conceal my identity. She made sure I had no claim to the Harrington riches by arranging for my adoption."Margaret's voice was harsh but seductive as she leaned forward. "Ms. Lewis, or should I say, Miss Harrington, do you have proof of these wild accusations?"A muscle in my jaw tensed. My lawyer gave me a folder as I turned to face him. I raised it. "These are signed affidavits from the doctor who falsified my birth records and the lawyer who processed the