บททั้งหมดของ Irresistible Temptation : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Nelson sat behind his desk, sipping a glass of whiskey while reviewing a list of influential guests for the wedding announcement party. His assistant, stood nearby, taking notes on his instructions."Make sure every major media outlet is there," Nelson said, his tone smug. "I want this event to dominate headlines. Victoria and I will be the power couple of the decade."His assistant nodded, but her eyes flickered with unease. "Of course, Mr. Brown. And about Bianca—she's been making a lot of noise in the room she is locked in."Nelson’s expression darkened, his grip tightening on the glass. "Yes. Find her. I will take care of that."His assistant nodded and quickly left the room.----Bianca sat on the edge of the small cot in the dimly lit room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had stopped pacing hours ago, choosing instead to conserve her energy for the inevitable confrontation. When the sound of a key turning in the heavy metal door reached her ears, her body tensed.

Her bare feet pounded against the cold concrete as she ran, her breaths ragged. She didn’t know where she was going, but escape was her only thought. The thought of Carlos recovering, pushed her forward, her desperation fueling her speed.Bianca spotted a staircase at the end of the hall and bolted toward it, her heart hammering. If she could just make it to his study and get her hands on those files, she might have a chance to put a stop to Nelson evil schemes.Once Bianca reached Nelson's private study, she pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. The polished desk, lined with papers and a sleek laptop, where he had taken her the day she arrived, stood at the center. She moved swiftly, rifling through drawers and documents.“Here!” Bianca exclaimed, holding up a folder labeled Confidential. Her eyes widened as she skimmed its contents—proof of Nelson’s blackmail schemes, financial fraud, and threats against influential figures.“This should do it.

Mildred’s phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing. “It’s from Bianca,” she said. “She’s in trouble. Carlos caught her trying to escape with files. She managed to send the documents to Gerald, but she’s still in his clutches.”Victoria gasped. “We can’t leave her behind!”“We won’t,” Gerald said, gripping the steering wheel. “But first, we secure you and the files. Bianca knew the risks and trusted us to use what she found. If we don’t, her efforts will have been in vain.”The car sped through the dimly lit streets, the tension inside as palpable as the stakes they faced. Victoria leaned her head back, her mind spinning with possibilities and fears.After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a secluded building on the outskirts of the city. Gerald parked the car and ushered the women inside. The safe house was modest but secure, equipped with multiple locks and reinforced windows.“Stay here,” Gerald said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m go

Nelson stormed down the grand staircase, his mind racing. The scent of Bianca still clung to his skin, a stark contrast to the cold dread creeping into his chest. He had spent years building his empire, ensuring he was untouchable. So why the hell were the police here?Carlos trailed behind him, stiff with tension. He knew better than to speak unless spoken to, especially when Nelson was in a volatile state.At the bottom of the staircase, two uniformed officers stood waiting, their faces impassive. A third man, dressed in a sharp suit, was clearly the one in charge. He studied Nelson with cool, assessing eyes.“Mr. Brown,” the man said, flashing a badge. “Detective Harris, Organized Crime Unit. We have a few questions for you.”Nelson forced a smirk, masking the irritation surging beneath his skin. “Detective, what an unexpected visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“We received an anonymous tip about your involvement in illegal financial activities—money laundering, blackmail, brib

Mildred moved swiftly through the alleyways, her breath coming in short gasps. The sharp sting of a fresh wound on her arm reminded her just how close she had come to being caught. Nelson’s men had been relentless, but she had been smarter.She had seen the man tailing her the moment she left the safe house. At first, she pretended not to notice, walking at an even pace, blending into the crowd. But when she made a sudden turn into a less crowded street, the footsteps behind her quickened. That was when she knew—she had to run.The first attacker came at her from the left. Mildred ducked, spun on her heel, and drove her elbow into his ribs. He grunted in pain, but she had no time to celebrate. The second man lunged forward, a knife glinting in the moonlight.Pain shot through her arm as the blade nicked her, but adrenaline fueled her movements. She kicked the knife out of his hand, delivering a sharp punch to his jaw before dashing into the shadows.Now, she was safe—at least for the