All Chapters of The Gold Maker Ex's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Then, you will help me instead.” Aurora frowned. “What do you mean?” Aurora’s muscles tensed as the man stood beside the bed. His jaw was tight, but there was no longer any malice in his eyes—only something raw, something desperate.“I… never wanted to do this,” he finally said, his voice quiet, yet filled with an unspoken weight.Aurora narrowed her eyes, still on high alert. “Then why? What is your name?”Nico exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He seemed to be warring with himself, struggling between duty and conscience.“My name… is Nico. I was just desperate.” 

The soft beeping of the monitors filled the quiet hospital room. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, but Aurora had gotten used to it over the past few days. She sat on a chair beside Carla’s bed, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from the girl’s forehead. Carla was still asleep, her small body looking fragile under the hospital sheets.Aurora sighed and leaned back, exhaustion evident in her posture. She hadn’t left Carla’s side since the surgery. The doctors said she was stable, but Aurora wouldn’t feel at ease until the girl opened her eyes and spoke.Nico stood by the window, watching Aurora’s every move. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. He had spent most of his life distrusting people like her—rich, powerful, untouchable. But seeing Aurora take care of Carla with such gentleness, without expecting anything in return, was something he hadn’t been prepared for.He felt guilty.This woman—the same woman he had kidnapped—was now saving h

The media frenzy surrounding Ethan’s escape was relentless. News anchors dissected every possible theory about his whereabouts, reporters swarmed the prison for answers, and social media was flooded with speculation.The manhunt had begun, and yet, Ethan was nowhere to be found.Vanessa, ever the opportunist, had seized the moment.She played the role of the heartbroken fiancée flawlessly, crying on national television, begging for Ethan to return home.Aurora sat in Lucian’s office, watching the press conference play out on the large screen mounted on the wall.Vanessa dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, her voice trembling with just the right amount of fragility.“I… I just want him to come home,” she sniffled. “I know Ethan. He’s scared. He thinks he has no way out. But, Ethan, if you’re watching this, please—please turn yourself in. We can fix this together.”Aurora scoffed, shaking her head. “She’s good, I’ll give her that.”Lucian, who stood behind her with his arms crossed, let

Vanessa leaned back in her chair, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. The dim glow of the penthouse lights reflected off the ruby liquid inside. Her lips curled into a smirk as she listened to the deep voice on the other end of the phone.“She’s going through with it,” she mused, swirling the wine absentmindedly. “Aurora is filing a case against me.”The man chuckled, low and dark. “Of course she is. She always plays by the rules. That’s what makes her predictable.”Vanessa exhaled a quiet laugh. “Then I have nothing to worry about.”“You don’t,” the man assured her. “I’ve already taken care of it. When the time comes, everything will fall into place.”Her smirk deepened. She had expected Aurora to retaliate, but she wasn’t afraid. Not now. Not when she had someone even more powerful backing her.“You better not disappoint me,” she purred, running a manicured nail down the edge of her glass. “Because I don’t like losing.”The man on the other end chuckled again.

Aurora sat on the couch, staring blankly at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. The weight of everything crashed down on her—losing the case, Nico’s betrayal, Vanessa’s smug face, and worst of all… Ethan was free.She wiped angrily at the tears rolling down her cheeks, hating how weak she felt.Lucian sat beside her, watching her carefully. His presence was steady, and grounding, but it wasn’t enough to stop the storm inside her."This is unfair," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "I did everything right, Lucian. I fought. I had the evidence. And yet, they still won."Lucian exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. "The fight isn’t over, Aurora."She let out a bitter laugh. "It feels like it is." She grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured another glass, downing it in one gulp. The burn in her throat didn’t hurt as much as the pain in her chest.Lucian frowned. "Maybe you should slow down.""Why?" she challenged, pouring herself another. "I lost, Lu