All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kath leaned back in his chair, as if the weight of what he was about to say threatened to fold him in two. His hazel eyes shifted toward the window, toward the blur of travelers dragging their lives behind them in suitcases, unaware of how fragile everything could be.He drew in a slow breath. “Before all of this… before Wade, before your father… my dad used to be someone. Someone people admired.”Adrianna tilted her head, listening intently.“He was Dr. Reed,"Kath continued. “Not just a doctor. He was the doctor. The kind of man his peers looked up to, the one who was always called when things went wrong. His name carried weight. People believed he could fix anything. And for a long time, I think he believed it too.”A pause. His lips pressed together.“But then came Maddy.”The name dropped heavy between them, unfamiliar to Adrianna but clearly sacred to him.“She was my dad’s patient. A teenage girl. Fourteen. She had leukemia.” His voice faltered, the words catching like broken gl

The air inside the warehouse was a cocktail of iron, rot, and sweat. The smell clung to everything—the damp walls streaked with rust, the old chains dangling from hooks, and the cracked concrete floor spattered with dried blood. The flicker of a single overhead bulb sent shadows crawling across the room, turning faces into twisted masks.Wade stood in the center of it all like a storm contained in human form. His eyes were hard, glittering with rage, and his breathing was jagged, audible even over the faint hum of the television mounted high on the wall. It played the grainy CCTV footage of the airport on repeat—the failed operation, the brown-haired girl who wasn’t Kathrina, the moment his men realized they’d been duped. The soundless images mocked him with every loop.His men lined the walls, silent and trembling. Ace stood to his right, head bowed, a bruise already swelling over his cheekbone. Black leaned against a support beam, his lip split open from where Wade’s hand had connec

Bianca’s hand won’t stop shaking. The phone pressed against her ear feels heavier with every second, like it’s not just plastic and wires but chains clamped around her neck.Her voice erupts sharp, raw, frantic.“You promised me, Wade! You said everything was covered, that nothing could slip through the cracks. But it did! You let it happen—you let them find out about the doctor’s daughter! You didn’t dig deep enough, you didn’t do your homework, and now Lance—Lance has the upper hand!”She paces across her bedroom, silk robe dragging against the carpet, hair wild from running her hands through it too many times. Her reflection in the mirror startles her—eyes swollen, cheeks streaked with makeup, jaw tight with fury. She looks nothing like the polished Bianca Giovanni she forces the world to see.Her voice cracks.“This is your fault! Your negligence! You created this hole and now you expect me to just—just sit here like a puppet while everything caves in?”Silence hums on the other e

The silence after Adrian’s question is unbearable.Bianca clutches the phone to her chest as if it can shield her from his gaze. “Adrian,” she whispers, eyes brimming, “you’re my brother. My blood. You’ve always protected me. Please… I need you to protect me now. Side with me. You love me, don’t you?”Her words are desperate, almost childlike, but Adrian doesn’t soften. His face is carved with grief, but his eyes are hard.“I love you,” he says slowly. “But not enough to stand by and watch you destroy yourself.”Bianca flinches as though struck. “Destroy myself? Adrian, I did what I had to do.”“No.” He takes a step closer, voice low but piercing. “You chose this path, Bianca. Why? What does Wade have on you? What has he twisted around your neck that makes you his pawn?”Bianca’s chest rises and falls in ragged breaths. She grips the armrest, nails biting into the fabric. For a moment she wants to lie, to dodge, but Adrian’s eyes won’t let her. They are too honest, too filled with hur

From the corner of her mouth. She looks him squarely in the eyes, gathers all the hatred boiling in her chest, and spits blood across his face.“No,” she rasps. “Do you really think it’s yours?”For a split second, Wade doesn’t move. Blood streaks down his cheek, vivid against his skin. Then his lips curl into something monstrous.Before he can react further, the door bangs open.“Enough,” Bianca’s voice cuts through the tension.She strides into the room, heels sharp against the concrete. Behind her, Black and Ace follow like shadows—massive, silent, lethal.Bianca doesn’t look at Adrianna. She doesn’t even look at Wade’s bloodstained cheek. She’s too focused, too intent. “Cut the theatrics,” she says flatly. “We don’t have time for this. It’s time to move forward with the plan.”Adrianna blinks, disbelief flooding her veins. Her gaze snaps to Bianca, her chest heaving. “Bianca?” Her voice is strangled with shock. “Why… why are you here? Why are you siding with him?”Bianca doesn’t a