Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The Lumière Theatre pulsed with anticipation as the house lights dimmed. Brandon leaned forward, his breath caught in his throat, fingers curled tightly around the armrests. Beside him, Britney sat perfectly still, her face a mask of polite interest that didn't quite reach her eyes.The curtain rose, revealing a stage transformed into a dreamscape. Gossamer fabrics in shades of purple billowed like clouds, while delicate lavender blossoms seemed to float in midair, suspended on nearly invisible wires. At the center of it all stood Eliot Bassett, a figure both frail and powerful, patches of his gray hair catching the soft light like a halo. He was going bald from the cancer.As Eliot began to speak, his rich baritone filled the theatre, releasing words that held the audience spellbound. Brandon found himself transported, carried along on the current of Eliot's emotions as he spoke of love found and lost, of regrets that he suffered through the years.The performance unfolded like a fev

The Grecian sun had kissed their skin to a golden hue, but the seven days of bliss were drawing to a close for Britney and Brandon. Their suitcases stood sentinel in the living room, half-packed reminders that their 2 PM departure was close. The siblings moved about their penthouse, gathering and inspecting every corner to make sure nothing is been forgotten.Throughout their stay, their father had become a ghost, vanishing into thin air streets after their initial encounter. While Britney found relief in his absence, Brandon's mind was filled with unfinished business. He wanted justice so badly; he couldn't allow a lying murderer to roam free. His heart hardened – once back in Seattle, he would track down Collins and ensure he returned to where he belonged: behind bars.Britney zipped her suitcase with a dramatic sigh. "I can't believe we have to leave already. Can't you get an extension?" She turned to Brandon, her lower lip protruding in an exaggerated pout that belied the genuine

Ethan was raging angry as he navigated through Seattle's rain-slicked streets. The confrontation at the funeral played on a loop in his mind, Sophie's accusations bouncing with each turn of the windshield wipers. He'd never prepared himself for a battle like this – one that threatened not just his company, but his very freedom.His phone rang, the sound amplified through the car's speakers. Amanda's name flashed on the display."Mr. Asher," her voice was tense, professional. "I've traced the source of the news leak. It's a small, underground outfit, barely on the radar. The owner claims someone paid them a hefty sum to run the story and provided the photos."Ethan's exhaled. His suspicions had been right – someone was pulling strings behind the scenes. But who? And why? "The photos," he mused aloud. "From the dinner that night. It could have been anyone there.""Sir?" Amanda's voice held a note of concern.Ethan shook his head, refocusing. "Thank you, Amanda. Send me everything you ha

Brandon's return to Seattle was bittersweet. While the Greek sun still lingered on his skin, his mind was clouded with concerns. Britney's ceaseless social media updates about their trip had irked him, but it was the news of Ethan's predicament that truly weighed on his conscience.As their private plane touched down, Brandon made a quick decision. "Lornado," he called out, "please take Britney home. I need to head to the office.""Alright," Lornado agreed without complaining.Britney pouted, but Brandon just ignored the protest from her. He planted a quick kiss on her cheek before heading to the extra car that was meant to pick Lornado up, his mind already in chaos ahead of his return to Wings headquarters.The moment Brandon stepped into the office, he was met with countless welcome-backs and curious inquiries about his vacation. He navigated the attention with practiced charm, distributing souvenirs and offering brief anecdotes, all while his eyes continually darted towards the ele

The hospital room seemed to shrink around them as Detective Chen's finished her words. Ethan could feel the tension radiating off Brandon, could see the slight tremor in his hands as he processed the implications of what they'd just learned. Despite the shock of the revelations, Ethan knew he had to step in and defend Brandon, not letting him get overwhelmed by the detective's relentless questioning.Drawing himself up to his full height, Ethan fixed Detective Chen with a steely gaze. His voice, when he spoke, was calm but carried an undercurrent of authority that could make anyone wither in his presence."Detective, I might not be an expert in law enforcement, but I'm certain that to collect data from someone's phone, you need a court order or warrant," Ethan stated, his tone measured. "Since Mr. Daniel here didn't receive a warrant and his consent wasn't sought, you've violated the Fourth Amendment - protection against unreasonable searches and seizures - as well as the Electronic C