Semua Bab Return Of The Billionaire's Soulmate : Bab 111 - Bab 120

"Hey, kiddo," Michael’s brother said, winking at the camera. His voice was light, but his tone carried a weight that only Michael could understand. The room was tense, with reporters leaning in, pens poised, cameras zooming closer to catch every flicker of emotion. The atmosphere was suffocating, but Michael’s mother took her seat seating tall in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face carried a mixture of regret, determination, and hope. She took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to pull her soul to the surface. "I… I don’t blame my son for arresting me," she began. "I deserved it. I made mistakes, terrible mistakes. Firstly I went as far as having his boss, Marianne, arrested for kidnapping. I thought I was protecting him from her, but I wasn’t. I was wrong. I was blind to what was really happening... To his struggles, to everything."The room, once buzzing with whispers, was now silent. Even the reporters seemed captivated by her vulnerability. She swallow

Marianne shot a sharp glare at Alexander, her lips pressed into a thin line, a look of feigned annoyance playing across her face. But Alexander, unfazed, bent to her level with a mischievous smirk, leaning closer to her ear."You know," he whispered, his voice teasing, "we got Emilio on our first try... I think I’m ready to try again."Marianne bit down on her lips, fighting back a smile. Who would’ve thought Alexander could be this cheeky?With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she turned on her heel and strode toward Michael and his mother. By the time she reached them, her expression had softened into a warm smile. Michael greeted her with a smile of his own, one that she immediately mirrored. "So," Marianne began with a playful tilt of her head, "I was thinking... what about dinner at our place?" Michael nodded without hesitation, the suggestion clearly pleasing him. His mother, however, shifted her gaze toward Marianne, studying her for a while before stepping closer. The

Jayson stood motionless over Sophia’s body, the bloodied dagger still gripped tightly in his hand. Her eyes, once full of life, now stared blankly into the void, her face twisted in an expression of terror and betrayal. The room was eerily silent except for his own ragged breathing. He wiped his brow with a hand before looking down at her one last time. Then, he wiped the blade against his trousers with an eerie calm, his lips curling into a dark, satisfied smirk."Goodbye, Sophia," he whispered, his voice devoid of emotion. He leaned in, capturing her lips once more."You were such a great girlfriend, but you had to fuck everything up. Blame yourself for all of this," he muttered, stepping away from her.He knelt beside her, his movements disturbingly calm and precise. Grabbing the bedsheet, he folded it carefully around her, tucking it tightly as if preparing a package. The blood stains seeped through the white fabric, but Jayson paid no mind. When he was done, he carried her dead b

Jayson forced a small smile, but the irritation in his eyes betrayed him. He moved to a seat, leaned back in it, and crossed his arms as he watched Marianne move around the place with calm ease. His silence didn’t last long. "Are you afraid of me now?" he asked, his voice low.Marianne paused briefly, giving him a curious glance before returning her attention to the tray of food she was setting on the table."Why would I be afraid of you?" she replied with a shrug. "I’m still the same Marianne who’s spent countless nights here. Nothing’s changed." Alexander, standing near the window scoffed loudly. He turned to face Jayson with a pointed glare. "She’s not your maid, you know. You could try showing a little appreciation. It’s hard enough watching her act like one without so much as a thank you." Jayson’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to Alexander’s bait. Instead, he met his gaze with thinly veiled irritation. "If you weren’t here, she’d be with me," he muttered under his brea

"Bingo!" he whispered, his voice low and smooth. He tilted his head, one brow raised as he winked playfully.Jayson’s smirk deepened as the figure before him froze, the sound of his phone’s ringtone still lingering in the air. The person lowered their phone slowly, the movement deliberate, hesitant, as if hoping for some miraculous escape. Jayson stepped forward, closing the space between them with measured strides. His eyes never wavered, glinting with some kind of coldness. "Surprised?" he asked softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence. The figure remained silent, their hood shadowing most of their features. Jayson tilted his head, observing them with predatory calm. He felt the rush of victory tingling at his fingertips, but something gnawed at the edge of his thoughts...Was this too easy?"You’ve been having fun with your little messages," Jayson began, his voice smooth. "I admire the effort. Really, I do. But you made one mistake."He raised his phone slightly. "You und