All Chapters of Disguised Billionaire Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Beauty’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed out of The Helios, Marcus at her side. The moment the heavy glass doors shut behind them, her mask cracked into fury.“Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.Marcus’s jaw clenched. “Do you have any idea how close we came to being actually arrested? If I hadn’t called my contact, they would’ve dragged us to the station in front of the entire city.”Beauty spun on him, eyes blazing. “And whose fault is that? You’re supposed to be three steps ahead of Jack, Marcus. Not walking straight into his little trap!”His lips curled in irritation. “You’re the one who went straight for the bait. You think I didn’t see the way he was watching you? That artifact was practically screaming ‘setup’.”She folded her arms, pacing. “I wasn’t going to take it. I was going to use it. But no, you had to play the gallant protector and put your hands all over it. Congratulations now

Jack had been in interrogation rooms before years ago, when his life was ruled by fast money and faster betrayals.But this time was different. This time, it wasn’t about guilt. It was about survival.The detectives sat across from him, a neat folder between them. One of them, Detective Hayes, flipped it open with slow, deliberate fingers.“You know why you’re here,” Hayes said. “The video. The contacts. The money trail. Looks bad, Mr. Ross.”Jack leaned back, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. “I’ve seen bad. This? This is amateur hour.”Hayes raised an eyebrow. “Amateur or not, people are talking. Judges. Prosecutors. You’re going to need more than attitude to walk away from this.”Jack smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. I’ve got more than attitude.”Meanwhile, Kendall paced her apartment, phone clutched in her hand. She had tried calling Jack three times, each one going straight to voicemail. Every news outlet she scrolled through was plastered with his face. Some headlines screame

The news broke before sunrise.By 6 a.m., every major outlet in the city was running the same headline: Heiress and Socialite Beauty Devereaux Arrested in Multi-Million Dollar Blackmail Scheme.The footage was everywhere: beauty in her designer coat, hair flawless despite the cuffs on her wrists, her trademark smirk replaced by a glare sharp enough to cut glass.Kendall sat on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through article after article. “They’re calling it the scandal of the year,” she said, glancing over at Jack, who was pouring coffee in the kitchen.“Good,” Jack replied flatly. “Let them dig. Every story they print makes it harder for her to wriggle out.”Lucas wandered in, still in yesterday’s shirt, laptop under one arm. “Don’t pop the champagne yet,” he warned. “I’ve been monitoring her communications from last night. She sent out one encrypted message right before we walked into her office.”Jack set the coffee pot down. “To who?”Lucas’s expression was grim. “Marcus.”Ke

The safehouse felt smaller with every passing hour. Kendall sat cross-legged on the couch, laptop balanced on her knees, watching grainy security footage of the warehouse fight over and over. Jack moved like a shadow, quick, precise, deadly.It scared her a little. Not because she doubted him, but because she realized how much of him she still didn’t know.Jack stood by the window, phone to his ear. “Rourke, I need the files ready in twenty-four hours. Everything we have on Marcus the smuggling routes, the offshore accounts, the political bribes. We’re going to bury him.”When he hung up, Kendall closed the laptop. “And if that’s not enough?”He met her eyes. “Then we go for him directly.”That night, the rain eased into a thin fog. Jack spread a city map on the table. He marked three red circles one at the docks, one at an abandoned casino, and one in a district Kendall didn’t recognize.“These are his anchor points,” Jack said. “Places he still has control over. The casino’s where

Beauty didn’t run. She didn’t hide. She didn’t even flinch when Marcus’s empire began to crumble overnight.By morning, the news feeds were lit with headlines about illegal military tech, corruption at the docks, and anonymous leaks pointing fingers at the city’s most untouchable man.And beauty? She sipped her espresso in a penthouse café overlooking the skyline, dressed in a cream silk blouse, scrolling through the chaos on her phone like it was just another episode of a show she’d already seen.The waitress brought her the check. Beauty tipped generously, stood, and slid on her sunglasses. She had no intention of going down with Marcus. In fact, she intended to rise higher. And the only way to do that… was to burn Jack Adams to the ground.That afternoon, she walked into a luxury law firm, heels clicking like a countdown. The receptionist barely had time to greet her before she was escorted upstairs to a private office.Inside waited a tall, sharply dressed man, Sebastian Adams. Ja