THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 123: To gain all

Chapter 123: To gain all

"It doesn’t make any sense... Are you trying to tell me that my biological father isn’t actually my father?" Angel’s voice trembled with disbelief, her brows furrowing as she tried to process the shocking revelation.

Arthur exhaled slowly, his gaze unwavering as he responded with eerie calmness.

"Well, my dear, if that is what you’re seeing in front of you, then yes. Embrace the harsh truth—everything you now know has always been real. You are Wang Lim’s daughter."

A deafening silence fell between them. Angel’s mind spiraled into chaos, her thoughts colliding in a desperate attempt to make sense of it all.

She lowered her head, her breath shallow, before finally raising her eyes to meet Arthur’s. Her expression was unreadable, but when she spoke, her voice was as cold as ice.

"How long have you known about this?"

Arthur chuckled softly, though there was no humor in his voice.

"Long enough to do everything in my power to protect you. But you... you were always so stubborn, so adamant about carving your own path. You really think Tryson loves you?"

Angel’s composure cracked. Fury flashed in her eyes as she took a sharp step forward.

"Then why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep it from me? Why did everyone keep it from me?" Her voice rose with each word, trembling with anger and betrayal.

Arthur’s expression shifted slightly—a deliberate frown, calculated to make it seem as though her words had piqued his interest. But his true focus sharpened when she said everyone.

"What do you mean by ’everyone’?" His voice carried an edge now, a subtle challenge.

Angel’s body stiffened, her lips parting slightly as if she had been caught off guard. Her momentary hesitation did not go unnoticed.

"You already know," she finally muttered, her jaw tightening. "If you were able to uncover the truth about me being Wang Lim’s daughter, then there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ve discovered my real identity as well."

Her tone was laced with bitterness, her frustration evident. She was beyond done explaining her life story to people who had always known the truth—people who had chosen to keep her in the dark.

At that moment, a wave of betrayal crashed over Angel, suffocating her in its wake.

She had been lied to—her entire life built upon secrets and deception. How could this have happened?

Why hadn’t her father bothered to tell her the truth about who her real father was?

Her mind raced, trying desperately to piece together the fragments of a puzzle she hadn’t even known existed.

But before she could form a coherent thought, Arthur’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes glinting with amusement.

He was enjoying this—finding pleasure in watching her struggle with the truth.

He casually raised his hand and patted Angel’s head.

Instinctively, she recoiled, attempting to swat his hand away, but he merely chuckled, his fingers lingering for a moment longer.

His gaze softened with an almost teasing glint, as if he had caught something she herself hadn’t noticed—her fleeting shyness in that moment of vulnerability.

"You know what?" Arthur mused, tilting his head slightly. "You’re smart for a woman. Always curious, always trying to uncover the truth. That’s exactly why I made you the head—because there is nothing that sharp mind of yours wouldn’t eventually figure out."

His words dripped with amusement, and the moment he finished speaking, he let out a deep, malicious laugh, the sound reverberating through the room.

"I did find out that he was your so-called father," Arthur continued, his tone laced with intrigue. "But do you know what’s even more interesting?"

He took a deliberate step forward, invading Angel’s space. The proximity made her instinctively lean back, but Arthur only chuckled at her reaction, clearly entertained by her unease.

"You see," he drawled, savoring the moment, "the man you call your father... is actually the father of the father of the child growing in your womb."

Arthur smirked, clearly amused by his own cryptic, tongue-twisting statement. But his amusement only grew as he watched Angel’s expression twist into one of sheer confusion.

"What... what are you saying?" she stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to make sense of his words. "That... that doesn’t make any sense. How—how could that even be possible?"

Her fingers dug into the fabric of the couch she was sitting on, her knuckles turning white. A cold shiver ran down her spine as a terrifying realization began to creep into her mind. She felt her chest tighten, fear seeping into every corner of her being.

Arthur simply watched, relishing the way her entire world unraveled before his very eyes.

Arthur’s lips curled into a smirk, the gears in his mind turning rapidly.

This was the perfect moment—the moment he could twist the situation entirely in his favor.

Not only would he get exactly what he wanted, but he would also ensure that Tryson lost whatever advantage he was trying to gain.

Killing two birds with one stone.

How thrilling it was to watch the plot unfold so perfectly in his hands.

"And you think I would lie?" Arthur scoffed, his voice laced with impatience. "I’ve already given you proof that you are Wang Lim’s daughter. Now, do you really want me to present the next piece of evidence?"

He studied Angel closely, waiting—no, hoping—that she would take the bait. The sooner she fell into his web, the easier it would be to make his next move.

"Okay then," he muttered, raising a hand to signal his men. But just as he was about to give the order, Angel’s voice cut through the air.

"No... don’t bring it," she said, forcing the words out as though they physically pained her. Her expression was conflicted, her brows drawn together in deep confusion. "I believe you. I believe every word you’re saying."

Despite her admission, her mind was a tangled mess. None of it made sense.

"But... it doesn’t add up," she muttered, shaking her head. "Tryson? How could Tryson be his son? He barely even knows the man..."

Arthur let out a low chuckle, his amusement growing by the second.

"And you think that’s the reality?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

Angel slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her stomach twisting as she caught the way his smirk deepened.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice cautious.

Arthur took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

"I mean," he drawled, drawing out each word with calculated intent, "the entire process was designed to ensure you walked straight into this trap."

A sharp breath hitched in Angel’s throat as the weight of his words crashed down on her.

"Trap?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, her frown deepening as an unsettling realization began to dawn upon her.

Arthur simply smiled.

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