Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 278

Chapter 278:

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“How… how did you get these?” His voice trembled as he stared at the pictures, his hands shaking.

He looked up at the assistant, his face drained of color, terror gripping him like a vice.

Collin’s assistant said nothing. He only gave Jude a cold, piercing stare, silently pressuring him to get in the car.

Jude, shaken by the photos, had no choice but to comply.

The door slammed shut behind him. As he lifted his gaze, his breath caught. A man sat across from him, his presence commanding and unreadable. The dim interior cast shadows over his face, but his eyes burned with intensity.

“Tell me, who ordered you to frame Linsey?”

The man’s voice was steady, unhurried. He remained in the shadows, making it impossible for Jude to see his face clearly. But that didn’t matter. The weight of his presence was suffocating.

Jude’s pulse hammered in his ears. He struggled to maintain his composure, forcing an air of confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Collin let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “Is that so?” He leaned back, his tone as cold as the air in the car. “Alright, since you don’t understand, I won’t press you.”

Jude exhaled, relief flickering across his face.

It lasted only a second. Collin’s voice cut through the silence again, measured and deliberate.

“If you won’t talk about Linsey, let’s discuss something else.” A file landed in Jude’s lap.

“You were a well-known designer five years ago. Had a bit of fame.” Collin paused, his gaze unwavering. “But what most people don’t know is that every one of your so-called masterpieces came from someone else’s hands. Your ghost designer, Sarai Natt…”

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Jude’s breath hitched. His fingers twitched against the file. His throat felt dry. “W-what are you saying?” His voice barely held steady.

Collin didn’t blink. “Sarai came from nothing. A sick mother. Hospital bills piling up. You saw her talent, her potential, and you took advantage of it. You made her work for you while you took all the credit.”

Jude’s face paled.

Collin continued, his tone sharp. “Then she wised up. Realized what a mistake she’d made. She wanted out. Even thought about telling the truth.”

Collin’s gaze sharpened as Jude’s face lost all color. “You were afraid the truth would ruin your reputation. So, you pushed Sarai off that building and left her in a vegetative state. She hasn’t woken up since. Without her, your work fell flat, and your fame faded.”

He drummed his fingers against his leg. “Am I wrong, Jude?”

As his words settled in, his assistant flung the photos onto the floor in front of Jude.

They showed Sarai, unmoving in a hospital bed.

Jude’s breath hitched. His pulse pounded. This couldn’t be happening. No one was supposed to know.

He wanted to deny it, to fight back. But the moment he opened the file Collin handed him, the last of his resistance crumbled.

Collin’s voice stayed level. “This is enough to lock you up for life, isn’t it?”

Jude shattered. His hands clawed at his hair as he broke into sobs. “I-I was wrong! I didn’t know… The thing with Linsey—I had no choice! Someone put me up to this!”

Collin didn’t flinch. “You already know what you have to do.”

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