After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 263

Vivian looked at her with the expected contempt, like she was appraising a homeless beggar on the street. “Just name your price,” she

sneered.

Becky shook her head. “I don’t want money. I want Mark. Give him back to me.”

Vivian burst into laughter as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Becky, what fantasy world are you living in? Mark is nothing

but bones now. You’re asking me for him? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten this was all because of you? He’s sleeping forever in this cold

pond because of you. How dare you ask me for him?”

Becky’s face drained of color. Her hand slipped into her purse, fingers wrapping tightly around the knife as she mumbled, “It wasn’t me…

it wasn’t me…”

“How was it not you?” Vivian smirked. “Don’t tell me a few years have made you forget everything? Need me to refresh your memory?” As

she spoke, Vivian moved directly in front of Becky.

Looking at Becky’s disfigured face, Vivian’s smile grew even brighter. “Maybe you should look in a mirror. Who would believe you were

once the beauty queen of Virella Highlands High?”

Growing more animated, Vivian circled behind Becky and draped an arm around her shoulders. Her voice, demonic in its softness, slithered into Becky’s ear: “Since you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. That day, you came to me begging me to spare your pathetic family -your dirt–poor mom and dad. I said I wanted to see Mark, and you actually brought him to me.

“You knew I wanted him, yet you delivered him straight to me–selling him out to save yourself. I gave you a choice: strip naked or break

up with Mark.

Get you bushed

“You chose to dump him. You betrayed him, pushed him right into my arms, and even told him he was dragging you down. You didn’t just sell him out and betray him. You abandoned him.”

At this point, Vivian’s expression shifted to disappointment, her voice filled with genuine regret. “But why did Mark have to be so obsessed with you? Having me interested in him was his lucky break. I humbled myself trying to win him over, but he was so stubborn, refusing to give in, insisting on loving you…”

Vivian turned back to Becky, her expression turning vicious. “So I had no choice. I had to show him what a selfish, despicable person you really were. I made you choose–his life or yours.”

“Remember how terrified you were? Crying to him that you didn’t want to die… What was that if not asking him to die for you? So Mark’s death is on you. YOU killed him. YOU are his real murderer.” Vivian’s words cut through the air like razor blades.

“Becky, don’t you feel any guilt at all? Remember how your face was already ruined? Yet even then, Mark never rejected you. He begged me to let you go, crying. And what were you doing? Too busy on the ground having sex with those men. With his dying breath, Mark was still saying your name.”

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Each syllable mercilessly tore into Becky’s already rotten heart. Yet Becky’s face remained completely expressionless. From start to finish, she just stared calmly at Vivian, “I just want to see him one more time. Will you come with me? Please?*

Vivian studied her for a few seconds, then laughed with contempt. “I say all this and you don’t even get angry? Still the same coward as

back then, too afraid to even cry.” Seemingly bored with tormenting her, Vivian lost interest. “Fine, if you want to see him, follow me.”

She then instructed her bodyguards: “Tie up Louisa and the others. They thought they could scheme against me? I’ll use them as fertilizer under the fruit trees. Especially Louisa–destroy her face and grind her into meat for the dogs.”

The bodyguards‘ faces registered shock at her words. How could a woman be this ruthless? But they had no choice. Money paid for dirty work. The bodyguards had taken too much money from the Price family, and while they hadn’t killed anyone directly, they were

accomplices.

Meanwhile, Lily sat slumped in the orchard, watching Vivian casually issue murder orders with terrifying ease. Her body was overwhelmed with helplessness and fear. Just one ghost–Mark’s–was trouble enough. What about more?

Lily could only instruct the bodyguards: “Keep an eye on Vivi. Don’t let her kill anyone else.”

The bodyguard objected, “But these people already know about what happened back then.”

“We still can’t kill anyone else,” Lily insisted. “Just tie them up for now. Let me think, let me think…” She repeated the phrase weakly,

waving the bodyguards away.

The men left to bind the others. Lily remained sitting on the ground, her head throbbing as she desperately searched for solutions.

If Louisa lived, she’d never let Vivian get away with this. But if Louisa died, the situation would only escalate. First, George would come after the Price family. Then there was Julian, who clearly had feelings for Louisa and would definitely seek revenge. Once Julian got involved, there’d be no way to keep this quiet… Lily was nearly sick with worry.

Just then, a voice came from behind her: “Mrs. Price, how would you like them tied up?”

Lily snapped irritably: “That sort of thing-” Do you really need to ask me?

But she didn’t finish her sentence. Because the voice didn’t belong to one of her bodyguards. She turned around in panic to see Noah standing before her, rope in hand, smiling brilliantly.

Lily froze in terror, screaming desperately for help. Noah didn’t bother to silence her, letting her scream all she wanted. It didn’t matter- all her bodyguards were already unconscious.

Completely vulnerable, Lily was dragged behind the house with just one of Noah’s hands. That’s when Lily realized it wasn’t just her bodyguards who were out of commission. Louisa’s group, who had appeared to pass out earlier, were now standing perfectly fine.

Their collapse had been an act. Louisa had suspected something was off about Becky from the beginning, thinking she might be working with Vivian, so they had set up a counter–scheme. As if they would actually eat candy from Becky? They’d simply kept it in their mouths and spit it out later.

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Seeing the situation before her, Lily was completely stunned, collapsing like a puddle on the ground. Louisa barely spared her a glance before turning her attention toward Becky.

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Becky’s expression remained blank, showing no reaction throughout. Louisa leaned toward Sadie and whispered, “Something’s wrong with

Becky.”

Sadie nodded. “Yeah, she’s way too calm.” Just hearing Vivian expose all those things–having your darkest secrets and ugliest moments laid bare–would drive any normal person to breakdown. Nobody could stay this composed.

Noah, while tying people up, added, “Becky is definitely off. There’s a cleaver missing from her kitchen.”

Louisa whipped her head toward him. “You’re just telling us this NOW?” It seemed likely that Becky’s cooperation with Vivian was just bait to lure her out–with the real goal being Vivian’s murder. Everyone here today clearly had their own agenda.

Hearing Noah’s words, Lily panicked completely and shouted at Louisa: “Save my daughter! Save my daughter! Louisa, please save her–if you do, I’ll leave you alone, I swear…”

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