THE BILLIONAIRE RUN AWAY BRIDE 🥰

THE BILLIONAIRES RUN AWAY BRIDE CHAPTER 1 EPISODE 3

EPISODE 3: THE DEADLY SECRET

"She was his accomplice."

Margaret's words hung in the air.

Celine stared at the photograph in her trembling hands. It showed her mother standing beside Richard Williams, George's father, outside a building on the night her own father had died.

"No," Celine whispered, shaking her head. "My mother would never do something like that."

Margaret looked at her sympathetically. "I wish I could tell you otherwise."

"Then explain this!" Celine shouted, holding up the photograph. "Why was my mother with George's father?"

Before Margaret could answer, George stepped forward.

"Margaret, I think it's time you told us everything you know."

Margaret looked at him bitterly.

"You want the truth now? After keeping secrets from your wife for years?"

George clenched his jaw.

"This isn't about me."

"Unfortunately, George, it has always been about you."

Celine looked between them, confused and frightened.

"What aren't you telling me?"

George reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me until you tell me the truth."

He swallowed hard.

"Five years ago, I discovered that my father was involved in illegal financial transactions. Your father had evidence against him. I promised your father I would help him expose everything."

"Then what happened?" Celine demanded.

"I received a phone call from my father that night. He ordered me to stay away from your father. He said it was a family matter and that interfering would destroy everything."

"And you listened?"

George lowered his head.

"Yes."

Celine stared at him in disbelief.

"My father died, and you did nothing?"

"I didn't know he was going to die!" George replied desperately. "By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late."

Tears rolled down Celine's cheeks.

"You should have told me before we got married."

"You're right," he whispered. "I should have."

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Margaret interrupted them.

"There's something else. Your father didn't trust anyone, not even the police. Before he died, he gave me a sealed envelope and instructed me to deliver it to his daughter if anything happened to him."

Celine's eyes widened.

"Why didn't you give it to me earlier?"

"Because I was threatened. I spent five years believing that revealing the truth would put your life in danger."

Margaret reached into her handbag and produced a small, faded envelope.

Celine recognized the handwriting immediately.

It belonged to her father.

With shaking fingers, she opened it.

Inside was a short letter.

My darling Celine,

If you're reading this, something terrible has happened to me. Never trust everything the Williams family tells you. The truth is hidden where our happiest memories began.

Forgive me for the secrets I've kept. I love you more than anything.

Daddy.

Celine pressed the letter against her chest and wept.

"Our happiest memories?" she whispered. "What does that mean?"

Margaret shook her head.

"I don't know. He never explained it."

Suddenly, George's phone rang.

He answered immediately.

"Daniel, what is it?"

"Sir, there's been a break-in at your father's old mansion."

George's expression changed.

"What was stolen?"

"Nothing, sir. But someone searched the study. We found a message written on the mirror."

"What message?"

Daniel paused.

"It says, 'THE DAUGHTER KNOWS NOTHING YET.'"

George looked at Celine.

Her face had gone pale.

Someone knew she had received her father's letter.

And that person was watching them.

"Get the car ready," George ordered. "We're going to the mansion."

Celine shook her head.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

George looked at her desperately.

"Celine, whoever is behind this knows about you. Please, let me protect you."

She studied his face.

"I don't know whether I can trust you, George. But I need answers."

She held up her father's letter.

"And I'm going to find them, with or without you."

George nodded slowly.

"Then I'll help you find the truth, even if it destroys my family."

Neither noticed Margaret quietly slipping away from the table.

Outside, she pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

"She has the letter," Margaret whispered. "What should I do?"

A cold voice answered.

"Make sure she never discovers where the truth is hidden."

Margaret closed her eyes.

"But she's innocent."

The voice hardened.

"Then you should have thought about that five years ago."

The call ended.

Margaret stared through the café window at Celine.

For the first time, she understood that the secret she had protected for five years might destroy the very person she had promised to save.