บททั้งหมดของ The son of a billionaire in disguise: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

As fear ripped through his heart, tearing him into pieces, Alejandro lurched forward, eyes wild, panic surging through him, but the officers yanked him back as he screamed. “No! Wait... wait! That’s not what I meant!”But the words had already slipped from his mouth. The lobby was thick with stunned silence, the echo of his outburst still ringing in the minds of everyone else.“I misspoke,” he said quickly, desperately, turning to Carlo. “Grandfather, please. This is a setup. I’m being framed! I didn’t send anyone after him or him after Kia... Derek’s lying!”His voice cracked on the last word.Carlo Rossi did not respond immediately.The old man studied his grandson in silence, his face unreadable.Then, slowly, he stepped forward, each movement precise, his cane tapping against the marble floor like a judge’s gavel.“You said there were no other men at the party,” he said flatly. “That means you admit to sending at least one.”“No! No... Just listen to me, please!” Alejandro’s voic

The water was warm, rolling down their bodies in rivulets, drowning the silence that stretched between them. But not even steam could soften the stiffness now settling in Rene’s jaw.Maria’s breath was still unsteady from the way he had devoured her, but there was a flicker in her eyes, not just desire. Something more guarded.He didn’t move his head from her shoulder. His arms stayed wrapped tightly around her waist as the heat clung to them.Then came his whisper, soft, low, but edged in thorns.“How did you spend the morning?”Maria blinked slowly, heart hammering in her chest.She had anticipated many things. But not that question. Not right now. Not when her legs were tangled with his and her skin still bore the imprint of his mouth.Still, her voice came, airy and controlled. Practiced.“I stayed home.”Rene’s body didn’t react at first. But his grip shifted, a slight press against her lower back. Not painful. Not threatening. Just… tighter.“All day?” he asked.Maria smiled fai

The Rossi convoy pulled up to the curb like royalty in exile... black SUVs with tinted windows, and the moment the engines humming grew lower, the cameras were already flashing before the doors even opened."They’re here! That’s them!"The reporters swarmed like bees to honey, microphones held out like weapons, voices overlapping in a chaos of questions:"Is it true Alejandro tried to have Kia killed?""Does the Rossi family take responsibility for the shooting?""Why aren’t Maria and Kia with you today?""Are they distancing themselves from you?"Princess stepped out first, eyes hidden behind massive sunglasses, lips tight. She tugged her blazer straight and ignored every question as if they were beneath her.Behind her, Antonio and Juan emerged, both tall, both stiff-jawed, their matching frowns making them look like carbon copies of each other... only with different levels of simmering rage.Carlo was last.He took his time stepping out of the car, leaning on his cane like a scepte

The silence in Antonio’s office was thick, sticky with tension. Juan stood near the window, his knuckles pressed to the glass, forehead down, chest still heaving as the weight of his brother’s ultimatum sank into his bones.Antonio remained seated, legs crossed, hands steepled beneath his chin as he stared at Juan like a chessboard he’d already won.“I’m not saying it again,” Antonio said, voice well polished. "That’s the final bargain. Your son’s freedom... in exchange for your family stepping aside. Sign away your claim to the inheritance, yours and your children’s. That’s the cost.”Juan’s breath came out uneven. His throat bobbed. “You’d really do it. You’d really leave Alejandro in there to rot.”“If you say no?” Antonio shrugged. “Yes. I would.”A beat passed.Juan didn’t answer right away. His jaw worked furiously, like he was chewing on the taste of betrayal itself. He spun around, eyes sharp with something between grief and hatred.“I raised him to be strong,” Juan muttered.

Staring at the look of disbelief on his son's face, Antonio laughed.“That’s because it was easy.” He leaned forward, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “It only seems effortless to you because I’ve been playing in this game long before you even understood it.”Jason narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means everything seems to fall in place smoothly when you plan... when you think ten steps ahead, not two. That’s what it means to be a man in this world, Jason. Not a boy reacting to fire, but a man who saw the match being lit two weeks before.”Jason raised a brow. “So what… I should just think like you now?”“I suggest it. Strongly.” Antonio tapped the table twice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll always be ten steps behind someone like me. Or someone worse.”Jason shifted uncomfortably, pushing his hands into his pockets. His voice was quieter now. “So what did you get? For making Juan hand over his rights? What did you trade for all that power?”Antonio tilte