THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 139: What do you mean?

Chapter 139: What do you mean?

Every single word he had uttered echoed relentlessly in her mind, refusing to fade no matter how desperately she wished to silence them.

Angel’s thoughts were a whirlwind of torment, weighed down by a crushing sense of guilt.

But it wasn’t just guilt—it was something far worse. A suffocating numbness spread through her, wrapping around her like an iron chain, making it hard to breathe.

She despised herself for falling for the wrong man, for allowing her heart to be deceived. But really, what choice had she ever had?

She had known—deep down, she had known—that going back to Tryson was a mistake.

Every warning she had ignored, every concerned voice she had shut out, now played back in her head like a cruel reminder of her own recklessness.

She should have listened. She should have walked away. But she hadn’t. And now, she was paying the price.

A heavy sigh slipped past her lips as she stood the moment Aiden left the room. The silence that followed felt unbearable, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were pressing in on her.

Slowly, she made her way to the corner of the room, her movements sluggish, as though the weight of her emotions had seeped into her very bones.

Pressing her back against the cold wall, she shut her eyes, but that only made it worse. The images resurfaced—the video, the damning evidence, and Arthur’s words that had cut deeper than any blade ever could.

Why? Why was life so merciless? Why was love a game where she was always the loser, the fool who never saw the trap until it was too late? Betrayals, deceit, cruel games—why had she become a pawn in something so twisted?

Her legs gave way beneath her, and she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor.

Pulling her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around them, as if trying to hold herself together. Her gaze drifted toward the window, unfocused, lost in the emptiness of the night beyond the glass.

She wished she could turn back time, rewrite everything, erase her mistakes. But even if she could, she wasn’t sure where she had gone wrong. Along with the bitterness and hatred boiling inside her, there was another emotion clawing at her insides—confusion.

What was she supposed to feel? Relief, because she had finally uncovered the truth about her real family? Or devastation, because the people she had once trusted, the ones who should have loved her, had turned her into nothing more than a victim of their cruel manipulations?

Angel blinked, forcing herself to breathe through the storm of emotions. Her chest rose and fell in deep, shaky breaths as an overwhelming urge to cry welled up inside her. But no—no, she wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. They had already taken so much from her. They had shattered her, twisted her, made her question everything she had ever known.

She refused to let them take her tears, too.

At that moment, Angel inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she leaned her head back against the wall behind her.

The cold surface was oddly comforting, grounding her in a reality that felt too surreal to grasp. But just as her head pressed against it, she felt a faint thud—soft yet unmistakable.

It wasn’t just her.

The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, as if someone else had mirrored her movement on the other side.

Frowning, Angel turned her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as she scrutinized the wall. Something felt off. The texture, the sound—it didn’t seem right.

Slowly, she raised a hand and pressed against it, her fingers brushing against the surface. It wasn’t concrete. It wasn’t even a proper wall.

Wood.

Thin, fragile, poorly concealed. The realization sent a ripple of unease through her, and for a split second, she held her breath. If it was that weak, then what exactly was behind it?

"Is someone there?" Angel finally asked, her voice hushed but laced with suspicion.

Her pulse quickened as she strained to hear beyond the wall, anticipating an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted to receive.

Then, a voice—a familiar one—broke through the silence.

"Angel?"

Her entire body tensed. She knew that voice. It was impossible. It couldn’t be...

Angel’s lips parted, a sharp intake of breath escaping her as realization dawned. "Sophia?"

The name left her in a whisper, yet the raw emotion behind it made her voice tremble.

She turned fully to face the wooden partition, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the weak material between them. On the other side, she heard a choked sob, followed by a shaky breath.

"Angel... Angel, is that really you?" Sophia’s voice cracked, thick with relief and something else—pain, desperation.

Angel swallowed hard, her throat tightening as she pressed her palm firmly against the wood. She felt a faint pressure in return. Sophia was mirroring her.

Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes, blurring her vision as the weight of everything crashed down on her. The pain, the betrayal, the confusion—it all paled in comparison to the overwhelming relief of hearing Sophia’s voice.

"Sophia," she breathed, her voice quivering. "Why are you here? How did—"

Before she could finish, Sophia interrupted, her voice urgent, cutting through the thick air between them.

"I’m so sorry, Angel," Sophia whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion.

The words struck Angel like a blade, her jaw tightening as a flood of memories rushed back—the betrayal, the pain, the weight of it all settling heavily on her chest.

She already knew what Sophia was apologizing for, and the realization made her stomach churn.

"Why, Sophia?" Angel’s voice was strained, her frustration barely concealed beneath the ache in her heart. "Are you apologizing for telling Arthur what you had no right to?"

Her words came out sharp, edged with the hurt she had tried so hard to suppress. She wanted answers, needed them—but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear them.

Sophia sobbed on the other side of the wall, her breathing uneven, her pain spilling through the cracks like a wound too deep to mend.

"No, Angel... it’s not just that." Her voice broke, the weight of her guilt pressing down on every syllable.

Angel’s brows furrowed as she listened, waiting, but Sophia hesitated. Her silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken truths, until finally, she forced herself to continue.

"There’s more," Sophia confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are things I’ve done... things I should have told you a long time ago."

Angel’s breath hitched. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she processed Sophia’s words, suspicion creeping into her mind.

Her hands curled into fists.

"What are you trying to say, Sophia?" she demanded, her voice laced with a mix of fear and anger.

A heavy silence filled the air, thick with tension. And then—Sophia exhaled shakily, as if gathering the courage to reveal a truth that could shatter everything.

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