All Chapters of The son of a billionaire in disguise: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The room was too quiet now. Too still.Layla’s heart pounded as she stood slowly, hoping Jason wouldn’t notice the tremor in her steps. Her voice was calm, “I got rid of everything.”Jason didn’t respond at first. He simply stared at her with a predator’s stillness. Then he nodded slowly, lips twitching into a faint smile.“Everyone out,” he said, not taking his eyes off Layla.Smiling at her brother, Bianca’s brows lifted, amused. “All of us?”Jason didn’t blink. “Except her.”With a deep sigh, Antonio paused, narrowed his gaze toward his son, and then at Layla, whose face had paled. He was quiet for a moment before setting his drink down with a heavy clink.“Be careful,” he muttered, then turned and walked out.Holding in her breath, Bianca lingered, an eyebrow raised, clearly enjoying the tension before Jason snapped, “Bianca.”“Alright, alright,” she said, smirking as she glided past Layla. “Have fun, lovebirds.”Watching them with desperate eyes, Layla’s breath hitched as the doo

As the seconds passed, Maria stood there, frozen, her hands hovering over the now-open pink box.Watching her a few feet away, Rene didn't move. He stood at the edge of the room, his fists clenched at his sides, as though bracing for impact.Inside the box, carefully folded and stacked with painstaking intention, were pieces of a life Maria had never lived… Rene’s life before her.At the very top sat an oversized navy blue hoodie, the fabric soft and worn at the elbows. Maria touched it like it might burn her. The faint smell of cologne still clung to it. Her fingers trembled as she picked it up and beneath it, she saw more... another hoodie and more stuff that seemed to belong to him.“She kept your clothes.” Maria chuckled, eyeing Rene. Underneath them were some pajamas… soft flannel ones in faded pinks and creams, obviously too small to be Rene’s. Folded beside them were a couple of plush teddy bears, the kind you win at a fair, with one having a crooked little bow.Then came the

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the Rossi estate, its light bouncing off the polished wood floors. The house was unnervingly quiet except for the low murmur of conversation coming from Jason's study. Inside, Jason and his father, Antonio, sat in heavy leather chairs, each nursing a glass of expensive whiskey, their expressions grim but contemplative.The heavy oak door creaked open without warning, and in popped Bianca, her face flushed with excitement. She didn’t even bother to close the door as she practically bounced on her heels."You won't believe it!" she announced loudly, her voice spilling into the hallway. "Maria and Kia fought last night! I heard it with my own ears!"Jason’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing into slits. He rose swiftly from his chair, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed Bianca by the wrist, yanking her inside. With a rough jerk, he slammed the door shut and turned the lock with a loud click. He glared down at her, his voice a

The silence after Antonio’s demand was deafening. Rene’s back was still turned, his posture relaxed but unreadable. Tension crackled in the air, sharp and bristling, like the very walls of the Rossi estate were holding their breath.And then... so softly it almost went unheard... Rene moved.He turned back, not to Antonio, not to Jason. But to the old man at the head of the table. The man who had remained still this entire time, observing, like a judge behind smoke and mirrors.“Forgive me, Don Carlos,” Rene said, voice even and steady, “for the disruption to your breakfast."The name Don Carlos hit the room like a gunshot muffled by velvet. Not one fork moved. Not a breath dared. Every head turned to the patriarch.And there was something in Rene’s tone… something respectful, reverent even, that made Maria straighten in her seat.He bowed his head slightly. Not submissively. Never that. But deliberately.“I humbly ask your pardon for leaving the table so abruptly. If I had the luxur

With each passing second, Maria stood in the marble hallway of the building, her heels clicking too fast against the polished floor as she turned another corner. Her eyes scanned every face, every office, every shadow like they might conjure Rene from the ether if she just looked hard enough.Nothing.Still nothing.'Where the hell was he?' The words echoed in her head.She paused, hand on her hip, the other clutching her phone like it might suddenly buzz and fix this spinning feeling in her chest. It didn’t.He hadn’t shown up. No one had seen him. His office was untouched. And her voicemail sat unheard in the void.Her heartbeat was too loud in her ears.'This isn't like him. Not even close.'And just as she turned, eyes narrowing and steps quickening-She stopped dead in her tracks.There, in the lobby near the towering glass windows, stood a woman dressed in pristine cream and pearl. Hair swept elegantly into a twist, a delicate pair of gloves tucked into her clutch. A familiar wa