All Chapters of The Price of His Betrayal : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Crystal parked her car in the long driveway of the Blake mansion, her heart pounding with anxiety and rage. The sprawling estate loomed before her, but tonight it felt more like a fortress, shielding the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside, the sound of voices carried from the living room. she paused in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Olivia Blake, Christian’s mother, seated on the cream leather couch. Beside her was Christian’s younger sister, Danielle, and a few other family friends. Their laughter filled the space, but it didn’t reach Crystal’s heart. Her first thought was that perhaps they had called a meeting to address Christian’s public humiliation of her. Maybe, for once, they would stand on her side and hold him accountable. But the mocking smiles on their faces quickly shattered that illusion. Crystal took a deep breath and walked toward the group. As she approached, the laughter died down, replaced by cold, scrutinizing sta

At the Blake mansion, Ilda basked in the glow of her newfound status. She was no longer just a guest but the adored daughter-in-law, carrying what was presumed to be the Blake heir. Every staff member greeted her with deference, their respect evident in the careful way they attended to her needs. Even Olivia, who had once regarded her with mild suspicion, now seemed to look at her with admiration. Ilda played the part perfectly, smiling warmly at everyone and making sure to offer kind words to the staff whenever possible. She carried herself with a grace that could only be described as regal, ensuring that every action solidified her position in the family. In the sitting room, Ilda sat next to Christian, her hand lightly resting on his arm. They were sharing a quiet moment, the air filled with an unusual softness. “You’ve been so good to me, Christian,” Ilda said, her voice sweet and affectionate. “I don’t know how I would have managed without you.” Christian looked at her, a

Her eyes fluttered open, the dim light of a lamp casting a golden glow over the unfamiliar room. The air smelled of fresh linen and something faintly medicinal. The mattress beneath her was firm but comfortable, and she realized she was tucked beneath a thick blanket.The unfamiliar room around her was simple yet neat—light-colored walls, a wooden dresser, and a chair near the window where the golden sunlight cast long, warm streaks across the floor. It was quiet. Too quiet.She swallowed against the dryness in her throat, attempting to push herself up, but even that small effort made her limbs tremble. She felt weak—far weaker than she had ever felt before. Her fingers barely had the strength to grip the sheets.Where was she?Panic shot through her veins as she struggled to sit up, but a strong, steady voice stopped her."Easy. You need to rest."Crystal turned toward the voice, her heart pounding. A man sat in a chair beside the bed, his dark eyes watching her with quiet concern.

The car finally came to a slow stop, its sleek exterior reflecting the bright lights flashing wildly from the sea of photographers. The red carpet stretched before them, lined with reporters eagerly waiting to capture the entrance of one of the most powerful men in the business world.As expected, the media was in full force, their cameras poised, ready for the perfect shot. They had all anticipated the same thing: Mr. Christian Blake arriving with his wife, Crystal.But what they saw instead left them in stunned silence.The bodyguard stepped forward, opening the car door. Christian stepped out first, his black suit tailored to perfection, his commanding presence sending a ripple of murmurs through the crowd.Then, Ilda followed.She was breathtaking in her emerald dress, her presence undeniably striking, but it wasn’t just her beauty that had everyone whispering—it was what her presence implied.Gasps. Shutter clicks. Whispers turned to rapid questions.“This wasn’t expected—”“Wait

The grand double doors of the Blake mansion swung open as Christian and Ilda stepped inside. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, the echoes of flashing cameras and relentless questions still lingering in their minds. The staff stood silently, bowing slightly as Christian walked past them without a glance, his grip on Ilda’s hand loosening the moment they were inside.The flashing cameras, the gasps, the way the media clung onto Christian’s every word—it was everything she had wanted. And when he declared her as someone special, his future wife, the mother of his heir, she felt an intoxicating rush of victory.But she couldn’t let it show.Not yet.She turned to Christian, schooling her expression into one of concern. She let her fingers trail lightly over her wrist, a subtle touch, hesitant. “Christian…” she murmured, her voice just soft enough to seem sincere.Christian walked to the bar without sparing her a glance. The crystal glass clinked against the counter as he po