บททั้งหมดของ Hidden Twins of a Billionaire Daddy: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

★★★★★ Payne’s brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to locate her mother’s phone, but the screen only displayed its last known location—the hospital. Her stomach twisted in knots; she knew her mother wasn’t there. Dante had made that clear when he mentioned something had gone terribly wrong. Ceece paced back and forth, her frustration mounting with every second that ticked by. "Nadia, we need to stop sitting around and start looking for her! I’m so angry at myself," she muttered, her voice filled with self-reproach. "I should’ve listened to Payne earlier. We should’ve acted sooner, but now we’re stuck, and who knows what’s happening to her?" Nadia sighed, rubbing her temples as she tried to quell the throbbing pain in her head. "Ceece, this isn’t the time for self-blame," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. "We can’t afford to lose focus. We need to figure out where she is and how to get to her as quickly as possible. Blaming yourself or anyone else isn’t going to help. Ma

★★★★★Damon remained silent, his expression as cold and unyielding as ever. He didn’t so much as glance at the growing inferno or the chaos erupting around him as his men continued to stoke the flames. The fire was spreading rapidly, devouring everything in its path, and the servants, realizing the danger, began to flee in a desperate bid to save their lives.Kesha watched in horror as the fire consumed her home, the heat pressing against her like a physical force. Panic clawed at her insides as she realized that Damon had no intention of stopping, no matter how much destruction was wrought. Her voice broke through the crackling flames, trembling with desperation and fear. "Your fiancée—Cindy—she’s taken Jasmine somewhere! They’re planning to sell her, to ship her out of the country. They might already be at Sixth Vetch Dock. There’s a ship there—it’s set to leave soon, and Jasmine will be on it!"Her words tumbled out in a frantic rush, her fear driving her to reveal everything she k

★★★★★Jasmine could see nothing but the relentless fury in Cindy’s eyes, a burning desire for revenge that threatened to consume them both. Struggling against her restraints, she could feel the panic rising, but she refused to let it show. "He’ll hunt you down, Cindy," Jasmine spat, her voice steady despite the growing dread in her chest. "You’ll find this world too small to hide, and trust me, your twisted intentions are worthless. You’re clinging to nothing but your own delusions."Cindy’s face twisted in fury at Jasmine’s defiance. "You insolent—" she began, but the words choked in her throat. Her hand darted to the ground, fingers curling around a sharp piece of metal. Her breath quickened, driven by a blind rage. She raised the weapon, her eyes locked on Jasmine’s face, the hatred there almost tangible.But before she could lunge, a firm hand seized her wrist from behind. "You’re reckless," Haedon’s voice cut through the tension, cold and commanding. "Acting on impulse will only

★★★★★"I’m fine, Jasmine," Damon whispered, his voice a soothing contrast to the firm grip he maintained on her hand. His eyes searched her face, looking for a sign of relief in her expression, but all he found was a deep, unsettling fear. The concern etched in her features made his chest tighten, even as he tried to reassure her. "No trap, no matter how well-crafted, can't harm me. Not when I’ve come this far to find you."But Jasmine shook her head weakly, her voice strained as she forced out the words. "No, Damon, you don’t understand. Finding me... it’s not a miracle. They wanted you to find me—they brought you here to kill you."Her throat was raw, her voice cracking with every syllable, a testament to the torture she had endured. The desperation in her eyes was unmistakable, and it sliced through Damon like a knife. He could see how much she was struggling, how each breath seemed to cost her more than she could afford."Shh... don’t talk," Damon murmured, his tone gentle yet com

★★★★ Haedon’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his voice laced with venom as he taunted, "She’s in hell, Damon. Suffering in ways you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And you know the best part? It’s all because of you." His words dripped with satisfaction, each one designed to twist the knife already lodged deep in Damon’s psyche. As he massaged his neck, wincing from the earlier impact, his laughter filled the air—cold, mocking, a sound that grated against Damon’s nerves. Damon’s vision blurred with a red haze of fury, his restraint snapping like a brittle thread. With a primal roar, he lunged at Haedon, every ounce of his strength channeled into the attack. But Haedon, anticipating the move, sidestepped with a swift and practiced motion. In one fluid movement, he pulled a knife from his sleeve and drove it deep into Damon’s side. The blade cut through flesh with a sickening sound, and Damon’s breath hitched as searing pain radiated from the wound. He staggered, his body betrayi