All Chapters of Dangerous Love by a Billion: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

During the three months before Lena’s delivery and the two months that followed, Kristen had already transformed her life completely. She’d started working for one of Mr Creed’s biggest companies in Italy, and soon enough, her name began echoing across the business world. Her scar had almost faded, though the pain behind it never left her heart. Her once long hair was now trimmed short which now shows a symbol of power, change, and control.As the black SUV pulled up in front of the massive Italian headquarters, the guards quickly stepped out and surrounded her. Kristen emerged in a fitted red suit that clung elegantly to her frame, her heels clicking sharply against the ground. She moved with purpose, her head high and the most last killer expression. One of her guards carried her bag, trying to match her brisk pace as they entered Creed Global Industries.The atmosphere shifted instantly. Employees straightened in their seats. Conversations died down. No one wanted to draw her gaze

The days slowly went by, two weeks, then two months just as little Carissa Ava Anderson took her first steps. The midnight cries turned into midnight giggles, her tiny lips learning to say Papa and Mama.The pains of the years carried on. Some hearts still grieved the loss of their loved ones. The world had moved on, and so did Kristen, in Italy…. holding herself together from shattering each day, crying herself to sleep at night. The world knew her as the new, stronger woman, but deep inside she felt weak, breaking piece by piece.And just like that, three years passed in the blink of an eye.California’s golden light spilt through the aeroplane window as Kristen’s flight touched down. Her eyes fixed ahead as she stepped out of the plane, taking in her first breath. She looked around, watching the country that had taken so much from her….so much that even years of pain could not erase.“Good morning, madam. Welcome to California,” said the young woman approaching her with a bright sm

Inside the VIP room was stretched in a wide open and wider space which gave an accusing kind of calm.The man sat comfortably with his hands resting along the sofa as his posture relaxed, but was watching.Across from him, Kristen sat with her legs crossed, gazing at him sharply as if she could see right through his soul.Between them was a small glass table, their masks resting quietly on it.“Your father would be proud to see you here tonight,” the man began, breaking the silence.“The board will be waiting for you whenever you’re ready,” he added.Kristen’s face didn’t shift. She simply stared, her eyes piercing straight into his, a stillness that could be felt in the air.“Your father, Sebastian, was a dear friend of mine,” the man continued, his gaze breaking slightly as though caught in old memories. “He would have been part of the presidentials of this country or perhaps the president himself.”He paused for a moment, breathing out as if remembering those lost years.Then, turn

Mr Verstappen Valtor Anderson…..The last time we saw him was four years ago at the family dinner, when Lena was still pregnant. Now, standing in his home office, he looked nothing like the man he used to be. He had aged so much more than time should allow. Maybe it was the guilt he carried. Perhaps it was the sleepless nights. Whatever it was, it had dragged him down until he looked years older than he truly was.He could no longer walk firmly. His steps were slow and weak and he needed a wooden stick to support himself. He dragged himself across the room breathing heavy with every movement showing how much life had worn him out.He finally reached his desk, placing his weight on it to steady himself. Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up with trembling fingers and pressed it to his ear.“Mr Valtor… Mr William Sebastian’s daughter. She’s alive. She made it out of the fire that night”The voice on the phone spoke calmly, but the words hit him like a knife.The phone slipped from hi

Tyrese stood in front of Mr Creed in his home office, his hands tight at his sides after delivering the news that Mr Valtor’s farmhouse was completely burnt out and nothing was left.Mr Creed paced across the office…“Isn’t that the same property Sebastian owned years ago?” he asked.Tyrese shook his head fast, trying to explain. “It looks like… yes, sir. It is the same property. The same land Mr Valtor built on when he returned from Japan.”“Oh,” Mr Creed said, a slow smile forming on his face.Tyrese swallowed hard. He looked like he feared the words coming out of his mouth.“Sir… it looks like Paloma might be behind this,” he said quietly. “Isn’t she moving too fast? Won’t things be traced back to her?”Mr Creed lowered his gaze to the floor as if he was trying to read Tyrese’s words in his mind.“Paloma… that girl….. I don’t think even the first trace will lead to her. She is too careful.”Tyrese stood there stiff and uneasy. “Alright, sir. I’ll make sure I try and cover up any tr