All Chapters of The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elena never expected the press conference this morning to shake the world so quickly. From the moment she stepped out of the Royal Empress Corporation building, her cell phone had not stopped vibrating. Thousands of messages, calls from the media, and even offers of cooperation from various big companies rained down on her.But what surprised her the most was not that.It was the two handsome, young, and successful men who came to her door for one purpose: to propose."Miss Elena," said George Moreau, CEO of Canada's largest technology company, with a charming smile and an intimidatingly confident demeanor. "I've been following your career for a long time. And after seeing that press conference... I knew I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I'd like to take you out to dinner. Would Miss Elena be willing?"Before Elena could answer, the second man spoke up."As for dinner, I've already made a reservation," interrupted Felix D'Angelo, the young Italian CEO who was known as a playboy but a

"So, what about Mrs. Sonia? Your mother?" asked Elena quietly, looking at Nathan doubtfully. "Will she approve of us? I know... she has high standards for a woman worthy of being her daughter-in-law."Nathan smiled a little and sat down next to Elena. "You know what? I've always admired Queen Elisabeth's designer work."Elena looked at Nathan with dilated eyes. "Really?"Nathan nodded. "She didn't know you designed for the brand. But when you appeared at the press conference in a black dress of your own design, my mom immediately said, 'This Queen Elisabeth designer seems to understand the taste of noblewomen. Elegant but not pushy. She also said that you deserve to be my wife.'"Elena could hardly believe it. "But will your mother accept my four children?""Yes, my mother accepts your four children, Elena." Nathan grasped Elena's hand tightly. "My mother will never reject you again."Elena was silent. Her heart seemed to be gently soothed. For the first time, she felt accepted."Than

Damian looked at Elena, his eyes hopeful, yet also afraid of the answer that would come out of her mouth."Elena, do I deserve a second chance?" he asked softly.Elena let out a long breath, bowing her head for a moment. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of wet soil and jasmine flowers from the newly sown gravestone."A second chance?" repeated Elena softly. Her eyes slowly looked at Damian, deep, clear, and full of hurt."I'm sorry, Damian..." she said calmly but firmly. "There are no second chances."Damian frowned. "What do you mean?""I've been through a lot, Damian. Years of hiding who I am, raising four children on my own, enduring humiliation from your family, from your mother. And when all those wounds haven't really healed, you come asking for a chance? You have no shame! Woe!""But I'm sorry, Elena. I made a mistake back then. I was too happy when Isabella gave me a boy. If I'd known-""You hurt me even before David was born," Elena cut in sharply. "Not to mention you

Damian was still sitting on the couch when Alva appeared in the living room, rubbing his eyes, his steps slow and still lazy. The five-year-old boy was wearing dark blue pajamas with rockets, his hair a little messy."Mommy, big sister, who is she?" he asked innocently, pointing at Damian who immediately stood up and looked at him with a longing look.Damian looked down, kneeling down to be at Alva's level. A genuine smile was drawn on his face. "Hi, Alva... You know, I'm your Daddy."Alva was startled for a moment. She took a step back, her expression changing. "Huh? No! You're not my Daddy!" he said loudly, swatting away Damian's hand that was about to touch his shoulder."Alva..." Damian leaned closer again, his voice soft. "You're a smart boy. Daddy just wants to get to know you better. Daddy loves you...""NO!" snapped Alva, pushing Damian's body with his small hands. "I don't know you! You're not my Daddy!"Damian was silent, stunned. The look in his eyes dimmed.Alva turned qui

The sky was overcast that afternoon, as if reflecting Elena's mood. She sat in the corner of a small rustic café, her hands clutching a mug of warm coffee with a soothing aroma. The table in front of her is tidy, with a small agenda, a pen, and a dark brown tote bag. She is waiting for her new partner for a children's school interior design project. Focus. That's what she needs.The doorbell of the café chimed. Elena didn't really care, until the sound of heels and a man's firm steps approached. She turned her head briefly... and almost laughed in disbelief."Oh my God... Elena?" the voice was smooth, practiced, and fake. Margaret Lancaster, dressed in an expensive coat and a pearl brooch on her lapel, stood there with her husband, Charles, who looked older but still as haughty as ever.Elena looked up slowly. "OH, Aunt Margaret... Uncle Charles." Her tone was flat. She offered no chair, no polite smile."We didn't expect to see you here," Charles said, trying to sound friendly. "You