He Cheated On Me Thinking My Wealth Was His—So I Kicked Him Out of the Billionaire Game Chapter 06
The boom echoed through the house.
Even the door upstairs shook.
I heard Cora scream.
Julian shouted, “Who the hell are you?!”
A voice cut through. Cold as ice.
“The Whitmores.”
I closed my eyes.
Tears finally spilled down my cheeks.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs.
The lock was blown open.
When the door swung wide, Elliott stood there.
His black coat was whipping in the night wind.
He was always calm. Always in control. But when he saw me curled up by the bed-white as a ghost, sweat soaking my forehead-his eyes went red instantly.
“Elise.”
He crossed the room in two steps and pulled me into his arms. Carefully. Like I might break.
His voice came out low and raw.
“I’m here. Don’t be scared.”
I grabbed his sleeve and finally let myself breathe.
“Elliott… my stomach…”
He went completely still for a second.
When he looked up again, there was no warmth left in his eyes.
“Call the doctor!”
The private medical team rushed in behind him.
Someone checked my blood pressure. Someone else ran tests. Someone prepped a stretcher
Just as Elliott lifted me onto it, Julian stormed upstairs.
His shirt was messy. His face was livid.
“Elliott, what the hell is this?”
“This is between me and my wife!”
“She’s my wife. She’s carrying my child!”
Elliott lifted his eyes slowly.
“You know she’s pregnant?”
Julian’s words died in his throat.
Cora was hiding behind him, her clothes a mess, her face white as paper.
Elliott’s gaze landed on her. Just for a second.
Like he was looking at something filthy.
“Secure them. No one leaves.”
Julian’s face dropped. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Elliott let out a humorless laugh.
There was no warmth in it.
He walked toward Julian, one step at a time.
His voice was cold as steel.
“Julian.”
“You think marrying my sister gives you the right to cross the line with the Whitmores?”
“You think because she’s pregnant, my family has to put up with you?”
Elliott raised his hand. The security guards immediately pinned Julian down.
Julian was shoved to his knees. Veins bulging in his forehead.
“Elliott! How dare you?!”
“I’m Elise’s husband!”
Elliott looked at him like he’d just heard a joke.
He crouched down slowly and tapped Julian’s cheek.
It wasn’t a hard hit.
But the humiliation in it was suffocating.
“If it weren’t for my sister, you think you’d even be allowed to speak to me?”
Cora’s legs gave out. She tried to back away.
But two guards had already blocked her, one on each side.
Elliott stood up and looked down at them.
“If my sister is fine.”
“I might let you both see the sun come up tomorrow.”
“But if anything happens to her.”
His voice was so quiet it was almost peaceful.
But it turned the whole lakehouse into a freezer.
“As of now, you two better get on your knees.”
“Pray to God. Pray to whoever the hell you believe in.”
“Pray that my sister is okay.”
Elliott lowered his eyes and straightened his cuff. Slow. Deliberate.
“And maybe I’ll let you keep your bodies in one piece.”
Julian’s eyes went wide with fear.
Cora finally broke. She dropped to her knees with a thud.
“Mr. Whitmore, I’m sorry!”
“I know I messed up!”
“It was Julian. He came after me first…”
Julian whipped his head around. Stared at her in disbelief.
“Cora!”
Elliott let out a cold laugh.
“Take your time.”
“You have all night to tear each other apart.”
He turned back to the stretcher and bent down to tuck the blanket around me.
When he spoke again, his voice was softer.
“Elise. I’m taking you home.”
The top floor of the private hospital had already been cleared out.
The helicopter landed on the roof. The night wind cut to the bone.
Right before they pushed me into the emergency room, I was still white-knuckling Elliott’s sleeve.
“Elliott…”
“The baby…”
He bent down and held my hand.
He was always composed.
Even back when the Whitmores were at their lowest, when he held the line alone during the boardroom coup he never showed a hint of panic.
But right now, his eyes were so red it was scary.
“Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Elise, you and the baby are going to be fine.”
“I’ll be right here.”
The ER doors closed. The red light came on.
Elliott stood outside. His black coat still wet with night dew.
An assistant reported quietly, “Julian Chase and Cora Mills are being held at the lakehouse.”
Elliott didn’t say anything.
He just stared at the doors.
After a long moment, he spoke.
“Have legal prepare the paperwork. Unlawful imprisonment. Attempted assault with a deadly weapon
“And every single project Cora ever touched. Go through them line by line.”
The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Elliott’s voice was cold. No warmth left in it at all.
“I want them to remember tonight for the rest of their lives.”
