All Chapters of The Price of His Betrayal : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sun had barely risen over the towering skyline when Christian stepped out of the mansion. The breeze was soft, brushing through the well-trimmed hedges that bordered the driveway, but his heart was anything but calm. Dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit that clung to his tall frame with tailored perfection, Christian's face was unreadable. His steps were slow but firm, his mind already miles away from home.A black luxury car sat idling in front of the house. The driver rushed forward to open the rear door. Christian's assistant manager, a young, dutiful man named Kelvin, was already seated in the passenger side of the back seat, his tablet in hand and his suit freshly pressed. As Christian slid into the seat beside him, the door shut with a gentle thud—and the world outside felt sealed away.“Sir,” Kelvin said without looking up from the screen, “Rays & Co has officially approved your visit. You're expected at the headquarters before 9 a.m.”Christian only gave a small nod. No words

The heavy, suffocating silence inside the Rays building seemed to chase Christian Blake as he stormed out through the grand glass doors. His footsteps were loud against the marble floors, each one a slap of rage against the ground. His heart pounded like a furious drum inside his chest, and a sharp, bitter taste filled his mouth.As the bright sun hit his face outside, he squinted hard, as if the very light itself mocked him.His driver, who had been waiting near the black sleek car, immediately rushed forward to open the door, sensing the firestorm brewing around his boss.Christian yanked the door open himself, ignoring the man, and threw himself into the backseat. His breathing was loud, harsh. He tugged at his tie aggressively, feeling like it was choking him.He leaned forward, his eyes burning into the driver’s wide ones through the rearview mirror.“Drive! Fast! Get me out of here!” he barked, his voice dangerously low but trembling with restrained violence.The driver nodded r

Still, deep inside, an unsettled feeling gnawed at him.A shadow of doubt.A whisper of mistrust.Something about all of this felt… off.But he pushed the thought aside. For now, he had a new mission: destroy Ethan.Whatever it took.Without another word, Christian stalked toward the staircase, his footsteps heavy, his back rigid like a soldier marching into battle.Behind him, Ilda watched him disappear upstairs, her eyes glittering with dark amusement.She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking slightly, a victorious grin slipping onto her lips the moment she was sure no one was watching."Soon, Christian," she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed poison."Very soon... everything you have will be ashes at your feet."And she would be standing there to watch it all burn.The soft morning light filtered into the cozy kitchen as Crystal moved about gracefully, tying her hair up in a loose bun. She had already laid out a few ingredients on the counter — eggs, flour, fresh fruits

The small kitchen felt strangely bigger after the call ended — as if the ghosts that had haunted them for so long had suddenly loosened their grip.But it also felt... heavier. Not in a bad way, but in a way that said: Things have changed.Adrian sat down slowly, pulling his chair closer to the table where Crystal had laid out their breakfast.It was simple — eggs, toast, a little fruit, and coffee — but the way Crystal had arranged everything with so much care made it feel like a feast.After cleaning up the kitchen, Crystal and Adrian found themselves naturally drifting toward the cozy little living room.The air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and sunlight. It was the kind of morning that made the world outside seem so far away — like they were living inside a tiny, perfect bubble where nothing could hurt them.Adrian collapsed onto the couch with a soft groan, leaning his head back lazily.Crystal laughed gently, picking up a small cushion and tossing it at him."You act like you

70Christian entered the boardroom with his usual commanding presence, his expensive watch glinting under the light, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.John followed close behind, carrying the folders for the meeting.Around the long oak table, the Chinese investors were already seated, their faces stoic, professional, their eyes sharp and evaluating.Christian offered a polite smile, inclining his head respectfully as he greeted them."Good morning, gentlemen. It’s an honor to finally have you here at Blake Enterprises," he began, his voice strong, confident."We’ve been preparing for this partnership for months, and I believe today marks the beginning of a mutually profitable relationship."The investors murmured polite greetings in return, nodding slightly.The translator sitting at the side repeated Christian’s words in Mandarin, ensuring everyone was on the same page.Christian felt the usual rhythm of business flowing through him.This was what he was go