# Chapter 767: The Threads of a Conspiracy
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 767 of *My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews*. Last time, the pieces of this puzzle were scattered all over the floor—and now, they’re finally starting to click together. So grab your favorite drink, settle in, and let’s dive into a chapter full of fake IDs, hidden agendas, and a terrified man who’s about to realize he was just a puppet on a string.
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Ellie hung up the phone and let out a frustrated sigh, her gaze sweeping over the group gathered in the room.
Ryan stood there, his expression as calm as still water as if he had already predicted the outcome. One glance at his sister’s furrowed brow told him everything—no need for a single word of explanation.
On the other side, Erin was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She tilted her head and teased, “Let me guess… the person quit a long time ago, right?”
Ellie nodded, her frustration turning into a pout. “Yeah. The manager said she left about six months ago because of some family emergency. I… well, I haven’t been back to the spa much since Darien and I got together, so I didn’t know. But I did manage to get her details. Ryan, can you help me look into her?”
Ryan gazed at his innocent little sister, and a soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips. She was so naive, so trusting—it was both endearing and deeply worrying. Then he looked over at Keira and Erin.
Keira stood with a steely glint in her eyes, her sharp mind clearly already piecing things together. With methods as ruthless as hers, she wasn’t someone to cross lightly.
As for Erin, she was even trickier. She wore that sugary-sweet, innocent smile, but her every action screamed playful chaos. The subtle curve of her lips made it crystal clear that she had known exactly what was going on from the very beginning.
Ellie, on the other hand, was genuinely clueless. Completely and utterly in the dark.
Ryan fiddled with the prayer beads around his wrist, a habit of his when he was deep in thought, and said calmly, “Don’t bother. That information is definitely fake. You won’t get anything useful from it.”
Ellie blinked in surprise. “How is that possible? It was an ID card, she—”
Mid-sentence, the gears in her mind finally turned. Her eyes widened as realization dawned. “You mean… it was a fake ID?”
Ryan nodded slowly.
Ellie stared blankly ahead, the pieces slowly falling into place, though the bigger picture remained frustratingly out of reach. “But why would she hypnotize me? I never had any issue with her. And what does Darien have to do with all this? What’s their connection?”
Keira, after a moment of thoughtful silence, spoke up. “Asking Darien might actually give us some answers.”
The logic was simple. Someone had gone to the trouble of hypnotizing Ellie to make her follow Darien’s every command. But was that entire scheme simply to ensure Ellie would leave the hotel at precisely ten o’clock, setting up the events that led to Ryan’s accident?
Such an elaborate setup, started three and a half years ago…
Could the South family really be behind all of this?
Keira clenched her jaw, her mind racing. At least they now knew one thing for certain: the so-called South family prophecy was a human creation, not some supernatural decree. That alone was meaningful progress.
Ellie, who still didn’t fully grasp the depth of the conspiracy, perked up at Keira’s suggestion and nodded eagerly. She waved over the nearby manager, who had been hovering discreetly in the corner, awaiting orders.
The manager hurried over, bowing respectfully. “Miss Cobb.”
“Where’s Darien?”
“He’s locked up in the back courtyard. We haven’t taken any further action without your orders. Just roughed him up a little.”
Ellie nodded, a determined glint flashing in her eyes. “Good. Let’s go see him.”
The group made their way toward the back of the bar. The establishment itself was a modest shop on a busy commercial street, but attached to its rear was a two-story townhouse, complete with a small private courtyard. It was the kind of place where secrets could easily be buried unseen.
The manager led them to a heavy wooden door and pushed it open.
Inside, the sound of Darien’s pained groans mixed with the pathetic pleas of Mollie and her friends, all of them begging for mercy.
“Please! Let me go! I didn’t know who she really was!” Mollie wailed, mascara streaked down her cheeks. “I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never cross her again!”
Darien, however, was in far worse shape. He was curled up on the cold floor, clutching his stomach, whimpering like a wounded dog. His face was bruised, his clothes torn, and the arrogance he had once worn so proudly had completely shattered.
When the door creaked open, all of them jerked their heads up in fear. The moment they saw Ellie, they began bowing frantically, crawling forward and begging for forgiveness.
But Ellie wasn’t moved in the slightest. She remained impassive, her eyes cold and focused. She simply waved her hand and said, “Let the other three go.”
The manager immediately ordered the bodyguards to release Mollie and her friends. The girls scrambled to their feet, whimpering thanks as they scurried out of the room, not daring to look back.
Now, only Darien remained.
He looked up at Ellie, his voice trembling and broken. “Ellie, Ellie… I love you. Please forgive me. Stop torturing me. I swear I’ve learned my lesson!”
Ellie lowered herself into a crouch in front of him. She slapped his face lightly, just enough to get his full attention, then gripped his chin firmly between her fingers, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.
“Darien, if you want me to forgive you, you’ll have to answer a few questions first.”
“Anything! Anything!” he stammered, desperate to please her.
Ellie didn’t hesitate. “I’m not asking about the past. I just want to know who you are working for. Why did you really get close to me?”
Darien froze, confusion flickering across his battered face. “I don’t understand what you mean. I just knew you were a rich girl, and I wanted to be with you. At first, I really thought about having a serious relationship with you, maybe even marriage. But then I realized you’d do anything I said, and it got to my head. That’s how Mollie came into the picture…”
He swallowed hard, the words tumbling out in a rush. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that if Ellie had been more difficult to handle, he would have played the role of the devoted lover, the adoring kept man. But this rich girl turned out to be a total pushover—head over heels, completely infatuated with him. That had boosted his ego beyond reason and made him greedy.
Because what man truly wants to be someone’s kept boy if he can avoid it? Every man craves power, craves control. And especially when someone like Mollie—whom he believed to be a wealthy heiress—was throwing herself at him, the temptation was impossible to resist.
Ellie frowned, the answer not sitting right with her. There was still a missing thread in this tangled web.
That was when Keira stepped forward, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. She fixed Darien with a piercing stare and asked, voice cold as steel, “Why did you tell Ellie to come downstairs to meet you exactly at 9:55? Was there someone behind that instruction?”
Darien’s face went pale. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. He looked down at the floor, avoiding her gaze, his chest heaving with anxious breaths.
The room fell into a heavy, expectant silence. The air itself seemed to thicken.
And in that moment, everyone knew—this was the crack in the dam. The truth was about to come flooding out, whether Darien wanted it to or not.
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## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was an absolute treat! Watching Ellie finally confront her past and her foolish choices was satisfying, but the real joy was seeing Keira and Erin bring that sharp, analytical energy to the table. They’re the kind of allies everyone needs—sweet on the surface, but utterly lethal when it comes to protecting their own. The tension in that interrogation room was palpable, and the revelation that Darien is just a pawn in a much larger game adds a delicious layer of mystery. Ryan’s calm wisdom and Keira’s steel-eyed interrogation style made this a masterfully paced chapter. I’m glued to my seat!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
With Darien cornered and the question about that exact 9:55 timing hanging in the air, I predict the next chapter will finally expose the true mastermind behind the hypnotism and the South family conspiracy. Darien is going to crack—and when he does, the name he reveals might link directly to someone inside the South household, maybe even a member of the South family itself. This could set off a chain reaction that forces Keira and Ryan into a dangerous game of chess with their hidden enemy. And Ellie? She’s about to realize that her “accidental” marriage and the so-called prophecy are just threads in a sinister plot centuries in the making.
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