All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Christmas Surprise : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next hour felt like a nightmare Serena couldn’t wake up from. Videos of Mrs. Winters humiliating her at Rocky’s Design were all over the internet. Every social media platform was flooded with clips, comments, and threads. The headlines were ruthless:“Mrs. Winters Publicly Shames Homewrecker Serena Winthrop!”“Serena Winthrop Gets What She Deserves—Caught and Exposed!”The comment sections were worse:•“Mrs. Winters is a queen! She said everything we were thinking!”•“Serena is nothing but a gold digger. She deserved every bit of that humiliation.”•“Finally! Someone put that slut in her place.”The words cut deeper than any knife.But across town, in a luxury shopping mall, Kate was having the time of her life.She strutted through the high-end boutiques with Rolly by her side, her designer handbag swinging from her wrist. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her figure, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floors.“I need a new wardrobe,” Kate announced

Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls. Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool. She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.Where the hell did he go?Her chest tightened with suspicion. Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter, all of it—what if he still wanted her?Kate’s hands curled into fists at the thought.“No. I won’t let that happen. Not again.”She snatched her car keys off the counter, her mind already racing with a plan.“This time,” she muttered under her breath, “I’ll make sure Ryan hates her for good.”She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rya

Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts. His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt. I’ve hurt her so much. I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold. Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from the fruit basket Rolly had brought earlier. The moment Ryan walked in, both women looked up.Mrs. Winters scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she muttered bitterly, crossing her arms.Ryan ignored her sharp tone and walked straight to Kate, placing the bouquet gently on her lap.“These are for you,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.Kate’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What’s he up to now?” she thought but kept her face neutral. She accepted t

The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Kate lay comfortably on Ryan’s bed, her body half-covered by the blanket. She held her phone tightly against her ear, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she whispered into the receiver.Rolly’s excited voice buzzed through the line.“Kate, you won’t believe it! Mrs. Winters really went all out. She got Serena arrested last night!”Kate’s eyes sparkled with delight, and a wide smirk curled on her lips. She sat up slightly, her back against the soft pillows. “What?!” She gasped in fake surprise, though her voice couldn’t mask the thrill she felt. “Are you serious?”“Totally!” Rolly replied with excitement. “It’s already all over the internet! Serena Winthrop was arrested for causing your miscarriage. The headlines are crazy!”Kate let out a soft, breathy laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh, Rolly, this is perfect. Just perfect! She deserves every bit of it. Now the world will finally see her for what she truly is—a home-

The grand, luxurious interior of Ryan’s mansion stood in perfect silence—a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside. Kate lounged on the plush cream-colored couch in the living room, her bare feet tucked beneath her, a half-eaten tub of ice cream balancing on her lap. She had been indulging herself freely since Ryan left for the office earlier that morning. With no one watching, there was no need to keep up her usual act—no sweet smiles, no fake tears, no calculated pouts. Just her, the food, and the empty house.“Finally,” she muttered, scooping another bite of the cold, creamy dessert into her mouth. “Some peace and quiet.”She had wandered through every corner of the house, opening cupboards, sampling expensive wines from the cellar, and even trying on some of Ryan’s clothes—just because she could. This was her space now, or at least it would be soon enough once she becomes Ryan’s wife.Bored, Kate tossed the empty ice cream tub onto the coffee table and grabbed her phone.