Semua Bab In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Bab 151 - Bab 160

"Enough of this reunion!" Penelope barked, slamming her hand on the table. "I'm the focus of tonight.""You're crazy!" Britney spat, her voice unsteady but defiant."I keep telling her that," Brandon added, his eyes locked on Penelope, burning with rage.Penelope didn’t seem phased, her grin widening at the accusation. "I did this for us, Brandon. You’ll see soon enough."Brandon turned to Britney, his mind racing. "How did she get you out of the house that day? We searched everywhere and found nothing. You just vanished."Britney glanced at Penelope, then back at Brandon. She looked as though she was struggling to find the right words, her mouth opening and closing as if too afraid to speak. "She... she drugged me," Britney finally whispered. "I woke up here. I... I can't remember anything. The last thing I remember is coming back home from shopping with Lornado. After that, nothing else. I just woke up here and has been caged." Her voice broke, and Brandon noticed the dark bruises o

It was supposed to be the end. The pain, the blood, and then death—those were the only things Britney thought she’d have to face. But as the gunshot echoed, two more followed. Penelope’s intentions had been brutally clear. She wanted Britney dead, shattered to pieces. But something went wrong.Yelling, Britney dropped to the ground, bracing for the hail of bullets that never came. The first shot had been so poorly aimed it hit the wall. The second and third weren’t Penelope’s doing. She was already crumpled on the floor, curled into a ball, her knees drawn to her chest. The gun she had held minutes ago now lay a few inches from her, blood trickling from her hand.Brandon was still on the bed, his chest heaving as he mumbled incoherently. Britney peeked out from her crouched position, her mind racing. She was supposed to be dead—but she wasn’t. Slowly, she lifted her head, her vision sharpening just enough to see the silhouette of an elegantly dressed man stepping through the doorway.

Ethan’s voice—dead, scattered to the winds along with his ashes. Yet, here it was, steady and alive, carrying Brandon like he weighed nothing."Ethan?" Brandon's voice was faint, more to himself than to the man holding him in his arms. His mind was foggy, still clouded by the drugs, but he knew that scent, that warmth, and that unmistakable voice."Shhh," Ethan hushed him gently, cradling him as he made his way toward a car. The night air hit Brandon's skin, cold and biting, making him shudder. Outside, the scene was chaotic—FBI, SWAT, police, and other government forces swarmed the area, mingling with Aldo’s men and Ethan’s personal guards. They had secured the building, and bodies, some of them Penelope's men, were being carried out. The surviving ones were handcuffed and led away, defeated. The place was in ruins.Ethan carefully lowered Brandon into the front seat of a waiting car, buckling his seatbelt with practiced care. As he was about to close the door, Brandon reached for hi

Aldo tightened his grip on the doctor’s collar, shaking with rage and desperation. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, practically lifting the man off the ground."Sir, we’re doing everything we can," the doctor gasped, his whole body shivering. "Mr. Ford’s condition is critical. The bullet missed his spine by inches. He’s undergone five surgeries already, but... his chances of survival are slim—seventy to thirty percent."Aldo’s eyes flared with raw emotion. "He’s strong. My Jacob is stronger than this," he growled, unaware of how tightly he was still holding the doctor until the man’s face turned red, his hands clawing at Aldo's grip for air. Aldo snapped back to reality, releasing the doctor who stumbled away, adjusting his oversized glasses before fleeing down the hall.For the past two days, Aldo hadn’t slept, eaten, or blinked without thinking of Jacob’s survival. He remained stationed outside the operating room, banned from entering, pacing like a caged animal. His consta

Ethan was in the house, but it felt as though he wasn’t. He moved silently, making sure Brandon never set eyes on him. Each night, he checked on everyone: Jacob, Aldo, and Britney, ensuring they were doing well. When it came to Brandon, Ethan would only sneak a glance from the doorway, his heart heavy as he saw Brandon’s pain without being seen himself. Brandon, for his part, was always crying—secretly, quietly, his heart breaking as he tried to hold himself together. The distance between them was unbearable, and the silence, suffocating.This went on for over two weeks, and it was slowly destroying everyone. Jacob tried to lighten the mood, but the effort was strained; he was in too much pain, still undergoing physiotherapy as he struggled to regain use of both hands. Each attempt to lift the atmosphere was swallowed by the damage that has already been done.Today, though, was the day it would all change. Everyone was leaving.Outside, they stood together in a small, solemn circle. J