บททั้งหมดของ Taming The Arrogant Billionaire: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

"It was… I don’t know, ma’am. It was an order from a phone call, and I was paid through an anonymous account. I don’t know who ordered it, ma’am. Please don’t call the cops on me," Marie begged as she scrambled on her knees.Talia was in utter dismay. Marie was ordered. Who could have gone to such lengths just to want her dead? She couldn’t think of anyone except Sophie."Was it a female voice?" Talia asked calmly.No, ma’am, it was definitely a male. Please, ma’am, don’t call the cops on me. I have a kid, a little girl." Marie continued pleading.Talia felt pity for her. "I’m not calling the cops on you, Marie, but I’m afraid you can’t work here anymore. I can’t be sure you won’t try to harm me again." Talia added before she finally walked back to her room.It wasn’t a woman but a man who ordered the hit. How come? It should have been Sophie. She was the one who pushed her into the pool. Or maybe it was her, but she ordered someone else to make the phone call? Probably her assistant,

How was this possible? There was no visible scratches on Sparks neck. She had been wrong all along? It wasn’t Sophie or Sparks who had been trying to kill her?Her lower lips trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a knot of guilt twist in her stomach."I... I'm... I'm sorry," Talia choked out, her voice quivering. "I’m really sorry I suspected you."Sophie, still seething with anger, glared at Talia. "I’m glad we’ve been able to clear this whole misunderstanding, Talia. I think you should go and see a doctor tomorrow, just... to be sure all these isn’t all in your head." she said as she retreated to her room. Sparks gave one more look at Talia before he also went to his room.Talia's heart sank at Sophie's words. Maybe she was right? Maybe she had been imagining everything? Maybe was was losing herself mentally? Was it all in her head?Justin’s turned to Talia, his voices filled with concern. "You should go to your room now. I could stay with you if you want"Talia nodded,

Lost in a swirl of thoughts, Nathan's gaze wandered beyond the confines of his laptop screen. The room around him seemed to meld into shadows, the outside world dimmed by his racing mind. Every corner of his imagination was alight with questions and speculations, urging him to dig deeper into the mystery that had been unveiled by that chilling recording. What if Emily had truly died by Xavier’s hands? If yes, where was she buried? The recording was enough to prove to Brixlee that he was right all along. Bringing out his phone, he texted the recording to Brixlee. After sending it to her, he realized he needed to be there for her, she would totally break down if she listened to it. Nathan's heart pounded against his chest as he gripped the steering wheel, barely able to concentrate on the road. The bright moon cast long shadows across the sprawling fields, creating an eerie atmosphere that seemed to mirror his growing unease. As his car maneuvered around a sharp bend, a sudden crash

Next Day…(Wedding Day) As the sun began to rise on the wedding day, Brixlee sat in front of a large mirror. Samantha bustled around her, preparing her hair and makeup, and fussing with her white ornated wedding dress. Brixlee tried to focus on the task at hand, but her mind was consumed with doubts and fears about the unknown future that lay ahead of her. Brixlee’s grandpa noticed her anxious expression and hurried over to soothe her. "You will be a beautiful bride," her grandpa said, gently patting Brixlee’s arm. "Your groom will be a lucky man to have you as his wife." Brixlee managed a weak smile, but inside, she felt like screaming. Her fate was out of her control, and despite the countless hours of prep and adornment that were being lavished on her, she felt like a prisoner being prepared for sacrifice. It wasn't that she didn't want to get married or start a family, it was just the idea of doing so with with a cruel and evil man made her feel like she was being suffocated. As

The grand ballroom was adorned with glittering chandeliers and ornate decorations, setting the stage for the final celebration of the reality show that had consumed Talia's life for the past months. The show was finally over and she could finally return home. This past months, she had found more fame and most importantly, love. As the cast and crew mingled, laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, creating an ambiance of both euphoria and apprehension.Talia stood at the elegant bar, her fingers curling around a champagne flute, as she took in the scene before her. The familiar faces of her fellow cast members smiled and chatted, acknowledging the culmination of their shared experience. Yet, amidst the revelry, a weight tugged at Talia's heart. This would also mean leaving behind Justin, the man who had captured her heart amidst the chaos of the show.The anticipation of returning home brought waves of conflicting emotions crashing over her. She yearned for the familiarity and co