All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The smell of baking cookies made its way through the air: proof of Teresa's cooking experience with Saben happening a little earlier in the day. Giggles filled the cozy living room as the family sat around Saben's latest creation: a colorful, slightly lopsided Lego castle."A castle fit for a king—and his bunny," Teresa declared with a theatrical flourish, making Saben giggle as he proudly held up Mr. Bunny, his well-loved stuffed animal."And don't forget," Saben added seriously, "it's also for the baby. Right, Mommy?"Sabrina blinked, caught off guard by her son's innocent question. She crouched to his level, meeting his wide, hopeful eyes. "Baby?" she asked, her voice gentle.Saben nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Grandma Teresa said we could have a baby. Then Mr. Bunny can have someone else to play with!"Teresa laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Well, I did say when the time is right, sweetheart. No pressure on your mommy and daddy."Benedict, standing nearby, chuckled. "Mom, your

The warm hum of conversation filled the Thompson dining room as the family shared dinner. Benedict, ever the attentive father, was laughing at something Saben said while Sabrina watched them both, her heart full despite the shadows of their past.But even in their own home, a tense feeling hung in the air. Sabrina turned toward the window, her mind wandering away. She could not feel, really, that Clara was gone, watching and waiting."Benedict," she whispered softly, her tone giving away her concern. "Do you think she's. still after us?Benedict's smile faltered, and he put down his glass. "Sabrina, we've done everything humanly possible. Morales and the police are doing all they can. We are safe."Saben looked up at his plate. The light young face stiffened into seriousness. "Who is 'she,' Mommy?"Sabrina's heart sank and she smiled harshly. "No one you need to worry about, baby."Benedict reached across and touched her hand. "We'll see to this, I promise".But Sabrina wasnt in a lis

With dawn breaking over the horizon in the soft orange and pink tones, the tension in the Thompson estate was unabated as if the night had just retreated in terror. The two sat there in the living room, Benedict holding Sabrina's hand as both silently tried to process what they had just seen. Saben lay curled on the couch, sound asleep, grasping his beloved stuffed animal tight.A car was getting into the driveway. Benedict looked out through the window. It was Wendy, Sabrina's grandmother; Leslie, Sabrina's mother; and Teresa, Benedict's mother-all of whom burst out of the vehicle and into the driveway, their faces etched with worry.Sabrina stood up. Her legs were a little shaky. There was another ring on the doorbell. Benedict got up and opened the door to see three worried faces come rushing inside-overlapping voices demanded to know where Sabrina was.Oh, my sweet girl!" Wendy cried, holding Sabrina tightly to her. Her fragile yet tight hold betrayed just how upset she was. "Are

Meanwhile, Clara moved on into the forest, her ragged breaths and blurry vision from pain and exhaustion. The mangled arm hung limply at her side, the bandage now through with blood from being soaked. With each step, it was agonizing; the forest floor uneven and littered with roots which threatened to trip her with every movement.Cool air hit her at her wound; she clenched her jaw so she wouldn't scream out the pains that were welling up within her."They'll never take me alive," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper yet laced with defiance.She clung to a tree for support, her mind racing for an escape plan. The sound of barking dogs and heavy boots crashing through the undergrowth grew louder. The police were closing in, their determination palpable. Clara's hand grazed the cold metal of the small knife she had hidden in her boot. It wasn't much, but it was her last line of defense.She pushed towards a small creek, with the hope the water would clear the scent o

The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, echoing the turmoil in her head. Clara's words kept playing like an awful tune, one that seemed to add a pit to her stomach with each one.She scanned backward across to Clara's cell, where the ex-partner-in-crime lounged like she owned the whole place on a metal cot in the center. Clara hummed a faint little tune and shone with this mischievous glint because she played around with a thread that had slipped loose on the prison-issued uniform. This looks very calm and at ease for the person with absolutely no cards anymore. Dolores had seen the look before it always spelled out trouble.You're thinking too hard, Dolores," Clara said, her voice piercing the silence. "You'll wrinkle your face up."Dolores let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall again, trying to calm herself. "Just wondering how long it'll take before you dig your own grave this time.Clara laughed, the sound echoing mockingly. "You really think I'd be here if I didn'