Lahat ng Kabanata ng The son of a billionaire in disguise: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

With the speed of 60mph, Leonardo’s car screeched into the underground lot of the Rossi Enterprise tower, the tires shrieking against the concrete. He barely threw it into park before he slammed the door and stormed across the lot, his boots pounding like war drums. His vision tunneled. His fists ached to hit something... someone.Moments later, Leonardo burst through the revolving doors of the Rossi Enterprise building like a storm tearing through glass. The receptionist at the front desk barely managed to look up before he blew past her, a blur of black leather and fury.“Sir! Sir, you need to-!” she called after him, but Leonardo didn’t even glance back.An unlucky employee, arms full of files, crossed his path just as he reached the elevators. Leonardo shoved her aside with a brutal swipe of his arm. She cried out, the papers flying from her hands as she stumbled to the floor. He didn’t stop. Didn’t apologize. His boots thundered against the marble floors as he stabbed the elevato

As his thought ran wild, Alejandro sat behind his desk, thumbing absently through a stack of reports he had no real interest in. The faint click of heels echoed outside his office door, and a second later, a bright, overly familiar voice called out."Alejandro! Surprise!"He looked up sharply, jaw already clenching. Vanessa... perfect hair... perfect smile, stood in the doorway holding a dozen shopping bags like trophies. She swept into the room before he could even tell her no."Miss me?" she cooed, setting her bags down with a theatrical sigh and brushing invisible dust from her fitted dress.Dropping his pen, Alejandro offered a tight, strained smile. "Vanessa," he said flatly. "What are you doing here?"She pouted... a practiced, pretty thing... and sauntered around his desk to perch on the edge of it, raising her hand on his thigh as she stroked it."I thought we could have lunch," she said sweetly. "And maybe... You could carry these for me?" She gestured at the bags. "And maybe

Mrs. Leontis squared her shoulders, her eyes burning with a fury that made even the marble floors feel colder."Did you know," she spat, voice trembling with rage, "That... That... That your grandson-in-law and our daughter Layla have a past?"The hallway froze.The air seemed to shudder under the weight of her words.Madam Rossi's spine stiffened as she turned to look at her husband. Mr. Rossi, usually the picture of calm command, looked suddenly tense, his jaw tightening. A muscle in his temple twitched.After a beat of painful silence, Mr. Rossi exhaled sharply through his nose."Follow me," he said, voice low and grave. He turned briskly toward his private study at the end of the hall.But Mr. and Mrs. Leontis didn't budge.They stood rooted to the floor, their faces twisted in outrage, their bodies practically shaking from anger."You dare to hide something like this from us?" Mrs. Leontis snapped, voice rising again. "From our family?"Mr. Rossi’s lips pressed into a hard line.

Ignoring the eyes on him, Mr. Rossi sighed heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a boulder. He rubbed his temples, the beginning of a headache already blooming behind his eyes.“Give me time, Leontis,” he said, voice measured. “Let me think this through before we make any rash decisions.”“Time?” Mr. Leontis barked, stepping forward, his cane striking the marble floor with a loud crack. “The party is less than a week away, Rossi. Less than a week! A party where your family is supposed to throw your full public support behind Kia... behind this disgrace! And you dare ask me for time? Time is a luxury we do not have!”Mr. Leontis’s wife, standing just a few feet behind him, placed a delicate hand on his arm, but he shook her off. His face was flushed red with anger, his eyes sharp with betrayal. “We are talking about years... decades... of alliance between our families! Decades, Rossi! And you would risk it all for that boy?”Mr. Rossi’s jaw tightened, the lines of

Rene’s fists curled at his sides, the rage in his chest boiling over, crackling hotter than anything Rome could throw at him.“I’m not leaving,” Rene said, voice steady despite the tremor running through him. “Not like this.”Rome tilted his head slightly, regarding him with faint, amused disdain, like a lion humoring a cub baring its teeth.Rene took a slow step forward. His pulse roared in his ears. “Let's settle it, the old way. You taught me this, remember?”Rome’s eyebrow twitched. “You’re challenging me?"Rene nodded once. “If I can't strike you even once, I’ll go. I’ll follow your orders to the letter. I'll disappear from Maria's life, from everything.”The room seemed to freeze. Even Logan raised his head slightly, eyes widening.“But if I land one hit…” Rene continued, voice rough, cracking under the weight of his own heart, “I decide what happens next.”For a moment, silence stretched long and thick.Rome’s smile was slow, cold, and deadly."You never could back down from a