All Chapters of Mister Billionaire’s Treasure: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Why can’t I know where Thraia is, and why can’t I talk to her?”The question had become almost habitual by then, a refrain that followed every meal, every passing hour, every moment Elliott made the mistake of wandering within reach. That evening I asked it again across the long dining table while absentmindedly moving rice around my plate, though I already knew from the weary look on his face that I was not going to receive anything more useful than the answers he had been feeding me for days.The dining hall felt much larger when only two people occupied it. The chandeliers glowed warmly overhead, silverware gleamed, servants moved in and out with disciplined silence, yet the room still carried an emptiness that made every clink of utensils sound louder than it should have. Reign’s absence was beginning to shape the atmosphere of the mansion itself. It had been three days since I last saw him, three days of Elliott hovering nearby under the pretense of keeping me company, and three

The ship pressed deeper into the sea, its wooden body groaning as though protesting the burden it carried, and I felt every heavy sway beneath my knees while I fought against the ropes that had been wound too tightly around my wrists. The coarse fibers had already burned through the skin and left raw lines that throbbed each time I twisted, yet I welcomed the pain because it meant I was still trying. Beside me, Luna’s breathing had turned shallow and uneven, and each fresh trickle of blood slipping from the ruined side of her face only sharpened the fury building inside me. Brielle was trembling so violently that the planks beneath us shook with her, but she remained silent, perhaps too frightened even to sob loudly.I clenched my jaw and continued working my hands, bending my wrists inward, then outward, forcing my fingers through the narrowest opening I could make. If I stopped now, then Sharmon would win this entire night, and I refused to give her that satisfaction. My shoulders sc

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on Shino as though I might catch deceit if I studied his face long enough.What he had just told me refused to settle quietly in my mind. Even if part of me was beginning to believe that he was not the monster Goriy had painted him to be, I still could not accept such a grave claim without questioning every corner of it. If the true source of Reign’s suffering had never been some nameless enemy outside the island but rather the very family whose blood ran in his veins, then the war surrounding him was far uglier than I had imagined. I had no intention of forcing myself into matters that belonged to Reign, yet there was also a growing refusal inside me to remain forever ignorant, forever the woman hidden behind walls while he faced every danger alone. He had saved me too many times already. There comes a point when passively receiving rescue begins to feel shameful.Shino looked at me with the calm patience of a man who had long g

I ran with Shino’s map clutched tightly in my hand, glancing down at it whenever the path split and forcing myself to understand the rough circles, crooked lines, and hurried arrows he had drawn. It barely looked like a proper map, more like a secret scratched down by someone who expected the world to collapse before he could explain it properly, but his directions echoed in my head and slowly turned the messy markings into something I could follow. The bent line meant the trail behind the water barrels, the double circle meant the storage hut, and the sharp mark near the edge of the page meant the place where Luna and Brielle had supposedly been taken for safety.Once I was certain of the direction, I folded the paper into my fist and ran faster.I did not look back toward the shore. I did not want to imagine whether Reign and Shino were still pointing guns at each other, whether Elliott had lowered his weapon, or whether my warning had been enough to keep those stubborn men from dest

For several long moments after Reign pulled away, I remained frozen in his arms, my breathing shallow and uneven while the imprint of his mouth still burned against mine. The darkness around us seemed strangely hushed despite the crackling fire not far behind, and all I could hear was the violent drumming inside my chest. His palm was still cradling my cheek with such tenderness that it made my confusion worse, because I had no idea how a man who could point a gun without blinking could touch me as though I were something breakable.Before I could gather even a fragment of composure, Reign tilted my face once more and kissed me again.This time there was no panic in it, no frantic desperation born from nearly losing me. It was slower, deeper, and infinitely more dangerous because it felt intentional. His lips moved over mine with patient possession, savoring instead of merely reassuring, while his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and held me there as though he had no plan