Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 121

SHANTEL was hot—angry, annoyed to the bones.

She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg bouncing impatiently while her fingers scrolled endlessly through her phone. Every few seconds she would stop, curse under her breath, and then begin again. Her messy desk beside the window had become the next victim of her frustration. She rummaged through the stack of papers scattered across it, flipping documents aside carelessly.

Outside her door, her sister had not stopped knocking.

“Shantel! Open this door!”

The knocking grew harder.

“I know you can hear me there!”

Shantel rolled her eyes dramatically, ignoring it. The noise grated on her nerves, but she refused to give Tiana the satisfaction of a response. Not now. Not when her mind was boiling with far more important matters.

Amelia.

Shantel clenched her jaw.

That woman was far more troublesome than she had expected.

The text replayed in her mind like an annoying echo. Sounding in that calm voice of Amelia. The text had claimed she didn’t believe Shantel’s lies.

And then, like someone throwing down a challenge in the middle of a battlefield, she had said it.

*Bring the child you claimed you had with Charles.*

Shantel scoffed again, throwing her phone onto the bed beside her.

“Huh.”

Her lips twisted in reluctant admiration.

That Amelia really wasn’t a woman to toss aside so easily.

Most women would have panicked. Most women would have begged or cried or tried to settle things quietly. The few who valued themselves would have at most, ended the relationship ASAP with Charles. But Amelia had done none of that. Instead, she had challenged her openly.

A game.

Yes.

Amelia had turned the whole thing into a game.

And Shantel could feel it deep in her bones now.

*She wants proof.*

Shantel leaned back against the headboard, her eyes narrowing slowly.

“Well,” she muttered under her breath, “if it’s proof you want…”

Her gaze drifted toward the window as a smirk slowly formed on her lips.

“Then proof you shall get.”

The solution was obvious.

Sunshine.

Bringing up the child as significant evidence meant only one thing.

She had to go to Adrian’s mansion.

The thought made her pause briefly.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the mattress as she considered it.

Adrian.

Then George.

That old man was not exactly someone she thought she would enjoy dealing with.

But this time she would take the bull by the horn.

This time she had a purpose.

And for her?

She was ready.

She had not come this far to quit now.

Not after all the lies she had built.

Not after all the trouble she had gone through.

Not now, when Amelia thought she had cornered her.

No.

Quitting now would be the same as handing Amelia the victory without a fight.

And that?

That would never happen.

Shantel slowly stood up from the bed, pacing the room as her thoughts began aligning themselves with frightening clarity.

“They want Sunshine, right?” she murmured.

Her smile widened.

“Fine.”

She stopped pacing and folded her arms.

“I will bring Sunshine.”

Outside, the knocking resumed.

“Shantel!” Tiana shouted. “Open the door this instant!”

Shantel’s eye twitched.

Still ignoring her, she walked to the desk and began sorting through the papers again, this time more purposefully.

Birth records.

Medical receipts.

Fake legal drafts.

Old photographs.

She pulled out a folder and flipped through its contents quickly.

Everything she had carefully prepared over the months was there.

Her safety net.

If Amelia wanted proof, she would drown her in it.

And if the old man in that mansion refused to cooperate?

Shantel’s lips curled coldly.

That would be a mistake.

A very big mistake.

She walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection.

“You think I’m bluffing, Amelia?” she whispered to herself.

Her reflection stared back with the same calculating eyes.

“Well…”

She picked up her phone again and typed quickly, opening a contact she had not spoken to in a while. Her mind was already running ahead.

The plan was simple.

She would go to Adrian’s mansion.

She would explain things.

And if the old man refused to release Sunshine?

Then she would do what she did best.

Threaten.

Not empty threats.

Legal threats.

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