The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 190

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Chapter 190: A falled father

"Emma," a cold, commanding voice greeted her sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. There was something about that voice, so devoid of warmth or emotion, that set her immediately on edge. "Do you know who I am?" The voice continued, each word dripping with disdain.

Emma's brow furrowed as she recognized the voice, her defenses immediately rising like a suit of armor against an unseen foe. "Samuel Madison," she replied, her tone clipped and guarded. "Richard's grandfather."

"Ah, so you are aware of the grave transgression you have committed," Samuel sneered, his words laced with thinly veiled contempt.

Emma felt a flicker of confusion, quickly replaced by a surge of indignation that coursed through her veins like liquid fire. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, her temper flaring as hot as the anger that simmered within her. "You married my grandson without my permission," Samuel growled, his voice barely

concealing the fury that seethed beneath the surface. "Do you have any idea what you've done?

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Emma scoffed, her grip tightening around the phone as if it were a lifeline in the midst of a raging storm. "I don't need your permission to marry the man I love," she retorted, her words laced with defiance born of a lifetime of hardship and struggle. Samuel's response was swift and biting, like the strike of a venomous serpent: "How dare you speak to me with such disrespect? I am your grandfather-in-law, and you will show me the proper deference."

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Emma's eyes narrowed, her temper reaching a balling point as memories of past injustices. and slights bubbled up to the surface. "What kind of grandfather tries to kill his grandson's wife?" she spat, her words dripping with venom

The line went silent for a moment, the tension palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. When Samuel spoke again, his voice was laced with barely contained fury, a fury that sent a chill racing down Emma's spine.

"You've left me no choice, Emma. I have your uncle in my custody, and if you want him to remain alive, you will do exactly as I say."

the apartment like a haunting melody. "You have Martin Jones?" she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

confusion was evident in his response, his voice faltering for the first time. "But... he's your uncle," he stammered, clearly taken aback by her

neglect and emotional abuse. "After years of being treated like an afterthought, my sister and I cut ties with

hear the gears turning in Samuel's mind as he struggled to regain his composure and reassert his dominance over the situation. When he spoke again, his voice had regained its menacing edge, a thinly veiled threat woven into every syllable. "Very well, then. If that's how you feel, I have a car waiting for you at the abandoned factory on the outskirts of

and mocking, utterly devoid of fear or concern. Do whatever you want with him," she spat, her words dripping with contempt.

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a mixture of anger and adrenaline. For a moment, she simply sat there, letting the weight of the conversation wash over her like a tidal wave crashing against

moving with a newfound sense of urgency. As the line connected and Richard's familiar voice greeted her, she felt a wave of relief

word dripping with the venom of years of pent-up frustration and resentment, Emma felt a sense of clarity descend upon her. For

of his hold, emerging stronger and more resolute than ever before. The chains of her past had been shattered, and she

would weather the storm and emerge victorious, no matter the cost. For in their love, they had found a strength greater than any obstacle, a bond that could not be broken by the machinations of a bitter old man consumed by

like a cloak. She was done running, done hiding from the demons of her past. It was time to stand her ground, to fight for the life she had built

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thought he could tear them apart, he had another thing coming. Emma was no longer the scared, broken child she had once been. She was a woman, a

battle lines had been drawn, and she was

she had even moved in with him, she had not had the time

married, and the thought was now stuck in her head. She was used to

it, it seemed Richard and his family never corrected her, hoping

make the decision soon.

house, and when she saw him, her decision was made. 'Richard, I don't want to walk down the aisle while pregnant," she said,

I arrange our marriage sooner?" He asked, suppressing

about marriage, she never gave him a clear answer. Over time, he had made sure his staff and everyone around called her Mrs. Madison. He wanted her to get used to his

was on edge, wondering what she