Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 505 Fallen Altar

The unrestrained mockery in Jonathan's laughter made everyone's hearts clench. Then, his clear and measured voice echoed throughout the room.

"Ms. Maize's pregnancy is indeed something to celebrate, but who said the child is mine?"

The question rendered everyone speechless for a moment. Ignoring the numerous people present, Bella questioned, "Jonathan, why wouldn't it be yours? That night, you and Yara-"

A flicker of disgust crossed Jonathan's eyes as he cut her off. "Ms. Maize, haven't you informed them of what actually happened that night?"

All eyes turned to Yara, including those of the Maize family. The multitude of gazes intensified Yara's mounting unease, and a flash of uncertainty crossed her eyes.

Sensing something was off, Bella rushed to the stage and whispered urgently, "Yara, what does he mean? What haven't you told us?"

"I..." Yara's mind was reeling, unable to form a coherent response.

Her reaction confirmed Bella's suspicions that night wasn't as it seemed the next morning. But before Yara could speak, Bella offered a solution in a low voice. "Don't say anything. As long as you insist that the child is Jonathan's, he can't dispute it."

Her words sparked an idea in Yara's mind, offering a way out of her predicament. Yara thought, "That's right! As long as I insist the child's Jonathan's..."

She swallowed nervously and began, "Mr. Finch, that night-" She looked at Jonathan, but a voice suddenly echoed through the room before she could finish.

"Damn it! Why did you pass out? Well, even if you did, I'll have you tonight. Ugh, this isn't working. He's like a lifeless body. I can't even move him! What can I do? I can't just leave it like this...

"No worries, if he can't do it, someone else will. As long as I have his marks on me by morning, he'll have no choice but to acknowledge it!"

Despite emanating from an audio recording, the voice was unmistakably Yara's. Everyone present instantly recognized her distinctive tone.

own voice, continued playing for everyone to hear. The room fell into a stunned silence once again, with only the audio playing

to find him coldly indifferent,

He was standing behind Jonathan as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had planned. Before she could even begin to piece together how they had acquired the damning recording, the room's attention was drawn

more from the recording, now accompanied by the sound of a door opening. However, this time,

on the large screen at the front of the stage, where Yara's stunning bridal portraits and glamorous red-carpet moments had previously been displayed. This new development immediately drew in

a scandalously revealing outfit. The moment the door opened, she breathed, "You're here", before pulling the man inside without

in explicit detail as the

people were unmistakable. They were none other than the bride and groom

and it required little explanation.

pure and innocent image and an heiress to a vast fortune, had been hailed by the media as one of

she schemed against Jonathan, but the way she behaved in this

filled the air as the

who

an international actress.

her game? Mr. Finch never even touched her, and she claimed she

didn't consider who she was

voices turned

fingers at Yara. Their mocking and disparaging

dismantling the carefully craftene

years and shattering her

thousand pieces.

Yara wanted. "It's not like that..." She attempted

Jonathan was unwilling to watch her continue making a fool of herself. "Ms. Maize, surely you don't expect me to marry a woman carrying another man's child? Not only would that be utterly foolish, but it would undoubtedly upset

he briefly

frozen. She couldn't shake the strange feeling that she had been indirectly called out, yet she had no evidence to support this intuition. She turned her gaze toward Jonathan. She had already heard the audio recording, but it came as