# Chapter 766 - 769: The Shattered Spell
Hello, my wonderful readers! It’s me again, your storyteller companion, and I hope you’re all doing wonderfully today. We’ve got some seriously juicy drama to unpack in this installment of *My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews*, so grab your favorite drink, settle in, and let me walk you through the chaos, the tears, and that glorious moment when a lovesick fool finally sees the truth.
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## The Price of Betrayal
The air inside the VIP lounge was thick with tension, and every clink of a glass seemed to echo like a judgment bell. Mollie stood there, frozen, clutching that crocodile-skin Hermès bag as if it were a lifeline—and in a way, it was. That bag wasn’t just a fashion statement; it was a tiny fortress of worth, a few thousand dollars of desperate collateral.
But Darien, her equally desperate partner in crime, had no intention of letting pride get in the way of survival. When Ellie’s cold, amused gaze slid over them, Darien lunged for the bag. Mollie gasped, instinct kicking in. “That’s mine!”
Darien hesitated, but only for a heartbeat.
Ellie’s smirk could have cut glass. “Yours? Sweetheart, you’re part of this unpaid meal too. If you can’t cover the bill, none of you are walking out of here.”
That was all the permission Darien needed. He snatched the bag and handed it over to the manager, who turned it over with the clinical efficiency of a pawnbroker. “Depreciation’s a killer. I’ll give you a hundred grand for this. You’re still short by over a hundred thousand.”
Darien’s eyes roved, hungry and panicked, landing on Mollie’s hair—specifically, on the diamond clip nestled there. The one he’d asked Ellie to buy for Mollie’s birthday last year. The irony was so thick you could choke on it. Without another word, he ripped the clip straight out of her hair, yanking strands with it. Mollie shrieked, but Darien wasn’t done. He stripped her bracelet, her rings, even the Chanel earrings she’d worn to impress. Each piece landed on the manager’s tray like a tiny funeral bell.
The manager inspected the loot impassively. “Earrings? Two grand, used. Hairclip, seven. Bracelet—market’s down—five.” He totaled it all up, then looked at them with cold finality. “You still owe fifty-eight grand.”
Darien’s face went pale. He turned to Ellie, hands clasped in supplication. “Please, Ellie, I’m tapped out. Just give us more time.”
Ellie’s smile was winter itself. “Mollie must have cash in her account, right?” she said, and the room shifted.
Darien whirled on Mollie, and when he saw her instinctively clutch her pocket, hope bloomed on his face like a vulture spotting prey. He knew exactly who ran this bar, and what happened to those who stiffed them. Just last week, he’d seen a drunk get his finger severed for trying to skip out. No way in hell was he losing a finger tonight.
He grabbed Mollie’s card from her pocket and shoved it at the manager. The manager swiped it, eyebrows rising. “Well, well, Miss Mollie’s got a bit more tucked away than you do, Darien. A whole… thirty-eight grand. Already deducted. You still owe twenty.”
Darien’s jaw dropped. Still not enough!
He swallowed, his throat dry as sandpaper, and glanced at Mollie’s two friends—a pair of simpering sycophants who’d happily helped Mollie push Ellie around for years. They were broke, obviously. But Ellie wasn’t in a merciful mood. She squeezed a few thousand from each of them, watching the color drain from their faces.
At the end of it all, pooling every last cent from every pocket, card, and coin, they were still short by eight thousand dollars.
Darien was practically on his knees now, his dignity in tatters. “Ellie, please. You’ve taken care of me for years. Can’t you just cover the last eight grand? Please!”
Ellie stared at him like he was a cockroach that had crawled out from under the fridge. “You know,” she said, her voice calm but laced with venom, “even a dog knows how to wag its tail at its owner. But you? You’re not even loyal like a dog.” She turned to the manager, her chin lifting. “Make sure he pays. Don’t let him off by a cent.”
And then she walked away, joining Keira and the others, leaving Darien to howl her name like a wounded animal. The manager snapped his fingers, and security guards swarmed in, dragging Darien, Mollie, and their shell-shocked friends away to the back rooms. Whatever happened next was between them and the bar’s enforcers.
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## The Weight Lifted
Erin, Keira’s sharp-eyed friend, gave Ellie a congratulatory thumbs-up. “Nice work. You didn’t fall for that jerk again.”
Ellie let out a long, shaky breath. “I don’t even know why… Part of me still feels a bit attached, but somehow, my mind’s finally clear. I can see him for what he really is.” She frowned, staring at her own hands. “My brother always warned me he was no good. But I didn’t listen. Now that I see it… the signs were always there. What was I blind to?”
It was a question that stung, because the answer felt just out of reach. Born into luxury, surrounded by love and money, how had she ever fallen for a man like Darien—a conniving, gold-digging snake who strung her along for years as his mistress?
As the silence stretched, Lewis’s deep voice cut through. “There’s a technique called hypnosis.”
Everyone turned.
Lewis shrugged, the gesture deceptively casual. “It’s not exactly forbidden. Some psychologists use it to suggest things to patients, help them open up. Just a theory, though…” He glanced at Erin. “You know hypnosis, right?”
Erin—the same genius who’d once devised the infamous Seven-Day Powder—nodded thoughtfully. She moved to Ellie, checking her pulse, peering into her eyes with an intensity that made Ellie shiver. A moment later, Erin gasped.
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## The Diagnosis
Everyone held their breath.
Erin guided Ellie to a nearby couch, her expression shifting from curious to dead serious. That alone was alarming—Erin rarely looked serious about anything. She tilted Ellie’s head from side to side, examining her irises, and the silence stretched like taffy.
Ellie couldn’t stand it anymore. “Am I really hypnotized?”
“Yeah,” Erin said bluntly. “I can see the signs. Tell me something—when you found out that guy betrayed you, did you suddenly feel… lighter? Like all the love and attachment you had for him just vanished?”
Ellie nodded so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. “Yes! Exactly!”
It was true. She’d been so confused earlier. She used to be obsessed with Darien, loving him to the point of insanity. She’d willingly been his mistress for years, acting like a lovesick puppy. The thought of him breaking up with her had once felt devastating, like the end of the world. But when she’d learned the truth tonight, she hadn’t crumbled. Instead, all she felt was relief—a strange, victorious sense of freedom. As if her love had been a lie all along.
Erin continued, her voice softening. “That’s exactly what happens. The hypnosis made you believe Darien risked his life for you—that you had to love him deeply, no matter what, trust him with everything. That’s why you’ve been stuck on him all these years, convinced he was your true love. But the moment you discovered who he really was, the hypnosis broke. The trust shattered, and the whole illusion collapsed.”
Ellie’s head spun. “Wait—is breaking it going to damage my brain?”
Erin grinned, a flash of the playful devil returning. “Nah. I’m just curious how someone could be this clueless and get duped so easily.”
Ellie’s face flushed. She jumped up, backing away from Erin like a spooked cat.
Erin’s grin widened. “You know the first thing required to hypnotize someone?”
Ellie didn’t answer, but Keira—who had been quietly observing—spoke up. “Trust.”
“Bingo.” Erin winked. “The person being hypnotized has to trust the hypnotist for it to work. Ellie, you and Darien didn’t even know each other back then. There was no trust between you two yet. So who did you trust enough to let them hypnotize you?”
That question hung in the air like a bomb.
Ellie’s mind raced. It was a good point. Darien’s manipulation had been too straightforward—any person with common sense would have stayed far away from him. The idea that he alone had fooled her seemed absurd. There had to be someone else—someone who had her complete confidence.
Keira asked Erin, “Besides trust, what else do you need for hypnosis?”
Erin rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “A quiet environment. Ideally, the person needs to be relaxed, maybe even asleep. Hypnosis works best in that half-awake, half-asleep state.”
Keira turned back to Ellie. “Think carefully. Three and a half years ago, where were you? Who did you trust enough to completely fall asleep around them?”
Ellie racked her brain. As a grown woman, she was all too aware of privacy. Even at home, she’d gotten into the habit of locking her bedroom door before sleeping. She would never fall asleep in front of Ryan, not even at home. So how could she have slept somewhere else…
Wait.
“I remember!” Ellie exclaimed. “It was the spa!”
Keira’s brow furrowed.
The spa. Of course.
Ellie continued, breathless with realization. “I had a membership at this spa. I went every week for treatments. I even got to know one of the girls there really well because she was so good at her job. After a while, I only ever booked with her.”
It all clicked. Falling asleep during a relaxing massage session was completely normal, even expected. No wonder she’d been hypnotized—guarding against such a familiar, soothing touch was impossible.
Ellie clenched her fists, fury rising. “I’m going to find that girl right now!”
But Keira and Lewis exchanged a glance. Keira calmly said, “How long has it been since you’ve visited that spa? Maybe call them first.”
Ellie paused, her phone already in hand. She dialed the spa’s number. When someone answered, she froze—listening to the voice on the other end with a chill creeping down her spine.
Something wasn’t right.
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## The Hidden Contours of Betrayal
The story hangs on a razor’s edge. Ellie stands at the doorway of a devastating truth, breathing in the smoke of a conspiracy she never saw coming. Who hypnotized her? Why? And what does that shadowy figure stand to gain from twisting her heart into such a vulnerable, blind shape? As the pieces fall into place, one thing is certain: the woman who was once a lovesick fool is now a woman with enemy’s names written in her heart—and she won’t stop until she finds every last one of them.
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## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
There’s something deeply satisfying about watching a spell break. This chapter wasn’t just about revenge—it was about clarity. Ellie’s journey from a “pathetic lovesick puppy” to a woman who finally sees the lies is both cathartic and thrilling. I absolutely loved Erin’s expertise and the way Keira’s quiet intelligence steered the conversation toward the truth. The pacing was perfect, with moments of heart-pounding tension at the bar, followed by that delicious rush of realization. If there’s any complaint, it’s that I need *more*—I want to see Ellie’s next move in all its glory.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
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## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Ellie knows the hypnotist is linked to the spa, the next chapter will almost certainly see her and her allies tracking down that mysterious massage therapist. But something tells me the girl won’t be easy to find—either she’ll have vanished, or she’ll have a powerful patron protecting her. I suspect the hypnosis wasn’t just about making Ellie fall for Darien—it was a calculated move by someone who wanted to control her, perhaps to use her family’s wealth or connections. And if they find out the spell is broken? That’s when the real danger begins. Expect a tense confrontation, maybe even a trap—and a glimpse of the true villain behind the curtain.
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