THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 127: The end of the truth...

Chapter 127: The end of the truth...

"If that’s true," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "then why would they want me now?"

Angel voiced her thoughts aloud, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she studied Arthur.

Arthur, in response, raised a thoughtful hand to his chin, slowly caressing it as he nodded slightly, acknowledging her words.

His gaze flickered with something unreadable, a shadow of contemplation passing over his features.

"I don’t know," he finally responded, his voice laced with a cryptic edge. Then, almost out of nowhere, he let out a short, sharp outburst. "You should probably ask them yourself!"

The sudden rise in his tone sent a cold shiver down Angel’s spine.

Her heartbeat quickened, but before she could press further, Arthur’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.

His expression shifted, his eyes gleaming as he pointed a finger directly at her, as if he had just pieced together an exciting revelation.

"Unless..." He drew out the word, relishing the suspense. "Unless Tryson was wise enough to make sure that his family followed his every demand."

Arthur spoke as though he were narrating a grand performance, each word deliberately placed. Then, with a flourish, he clicked his fingers, the sharp sound cutting through the tension in the air.

"Doesn’t that make perfect sense? Tryson wanting his family to join him? I’m sure the twins from the Bliss family finally caved in, allowing Tryson to put his plan into motion. But can’t you see?" Arthur’s eyes darkened as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You are the key to everything. The very reason all of this has unfolded the way it has."

Angel stiffened, her breath hitching in her throat as his words took hold of her mind like a vice.

"Because of you, Tryson lost every ounce of his sanity," Arthur continued, his voice eerily laced with excitement. "And in that madness, he became the very monster who took the life of the woman you called your mother. Right from that accident—every single thing was orchestrated, all to ensure that you would be at his feet in the end."

Angel felt the room tilt.

The revelation struck her with the force of a hurricane, leaving her staring at Arthur, her face a canvas of disbelief and horror.

"What... what did you just say?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion.

Arthur, ever the master of theatrics, immediately altered his expression, his demeanor softening into something that almost seemed like remorse—though Angel wasn’t sure if it was real or just another one of his twisted games.

"Oh," he murmured, tilting his head with feigned innocence. "That wasn’t supposed to slip out."

But he didn’t look particularly regretful. Instead, he watched her closely, his gaze drinking in every flicker of her emotional unraveling.

"I know I shouldn’t have said that," Arthur admitted, exhaling slowly. "But I promised you the truth, didn’t I? So, I didn’t see the need to withhold the more... sensitive parts." He paused, his eyes gleaming with something unsettling.

"I mean, if you really think I’m wrong about all of this, then tell me—why else would Tryson suddenly show up at the club bar where you were working as a waitress?"¹

Arthur’s voice dropped into an almost hypnotic rhythm as he let the words sink in, each syllable settling like a weight upon Angel’s already fragile composure.

He smirked as he watched the realization dawn in her widening eyes.

"I mean, think about it, my dear," Arthur said smoothly, his voice carrying an air of unsettling certainty. "You struggled to pay your mother’s medical bills, only to find out later that she was dead. Doesn’t that seem too convenient? Too perfectly orchestrated?"

His gaze locked onto Angel, watching for her reaction. "You did everything you could, and yet, in the end, you still fell right into the hands of the very devil who ruined your life." Arthur’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Fascinating, isn’t it?"

He leaned back slightly, deciding it was best to let his words sink in.

Silence was a powerful weapon—one he wielded effortlessly.

He knew Angel needed a moment to absorb it all, to let the weight of his words settle deep into her mind. Whatever happened next, it would all unfold exactly as he had planned.

Then, his voice cut through the quiet once more.

"Listen to me, Angel. I warned you from the very beginning that Tryson was toxic, but you refused to believe me. He’s a fraud, a vile parasite who feeds off other people’s wealth and claims it as his own." Arthur shook his head in mock disappointment. "But no, you wouldn’t listen. You just went along with the entire arrangement as if it was some fairytale."

His eyes gleamed with something almost triumphant as he added, "If you had agreed to marry him, you would have been bound to him in ways you could never escape. And then you’d realize the ugly truth—Tryson never intended to have only you as his wife. He has deceived countless others before you."

Angel’s breath hitched.

Slowly, almost absentmindedly, her fingers moved toward the ring on her finger. She twisted it, her movements tense, her thoughts in turmoil.

Arthur observed her intently, his sharp eyes catching the subtle shift in her expression.

There it was. The anger. Creeping in, rising, taking shape.

Satisfied, Arthur exhaled and pushed his chair back slightly. "Well," he said lightly, as if the conversation had been nothing more than idle chatter, "I think it’s time for me to leave." He moved to stand, ready to exit the room, when—

"Then why exactly are you keeping me here?"

Angel’s voice was low but clear, laced with hurt and something dangerously close to fury.

Arthur froze mid-step. He didn’t turn his entire body, only his head, casting a slow glance over his shoulder. Then, a small, almost amused smile stretched across his lips as he met her gaze.

"I’m going to release you soon," Arthur said, his tone calm yet laced with something unreadable. "But first, there are a few things I need to take care of."

Angel’s eyes flickered with a mix of determination and desperation. "I want to speak with Tryson. I need to ask him why he did what he did."

At her words, Arthur’s lips curled into a slow, delighted smile. He had been waiting for this.

"Trust me," he said smoothly, "you’ll have all the time in the world to speak with him. But before that, I need you to do something for me." His gaze darkened slightly, his voice dropping into something more controlled. "Once you do, you can walk away, forget this ever happened, and decide your future on your own terms."

Without waiting for her response, Arthur turned on his heel and strode toward the door. His movements were precise, his steps measured.

As he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, he barely spared a glance at the man stationed outside—the one responsible for keeping Angel exactly where he wanted her.

"Make sure no one gets close to her," Arthur ordered, his voice clipped and cold. "And remove any devices from her sight."

The man gave a firm nod of acknowledgment. Arthur lingered for a brief moment, his expression unreadable before he finally turned away, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.