All Chapters of The Billionaire's Daring Kitten : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ruby's POVI parked in front of Hawthorne & Adler and turned off the engine. My fingers curled around the steering wheel and took a moment to think. The past few days had been a blur, from finding the tungsten steel closet to giving my statement at the police station and now, preparing for this moment. Today, I was taking back what was mine, and for good too.My phone buzzed in the passenger seat. I glanced at it to see a FaceTime call from Damien. I picked up and saw him standing shirtless, a toothbrush in his mouth."Big day," he started. "Are you ready?"I glanced at the firm’s glass doors. "As I'll ever be, I guess."“Okay, you’re going to walk in there, sign those papers and end this battle once and for all.” There was no single doubt in his voice; he believed in me that much."Let’s hope it’s that simple." I replied and gave him a tentative smile. "Who knows what kind of twisted legal protection Ambrose made over our father's estate? I might never be able to regain it.""Don't s

Ruby’s POVThe courtroom was packed. Rows of spectators, journalists and legal professionals sat in stiff silence, waiting for the trial to begin. This was a big trial, after all, probably the biggest in the past five years. My father was a very rich and famous man in the state of Illinois. Being a trial to determine who killed him, everyone would want to be there.I sat between Dominic and Damien with my hands clasped together on my lap. Ariana and Lilac were seated behind us in silent support.At the front, Ambrose and Gabriel sat at the defendant’s table, dressed in clean black suits, as if their tailored clothing could cover the filth they had buried themselves in. I wondered to myself why the court had allowed them to dress so nicely, like they were going to walk out of here with their freedom.From where I sat, I couldn't see their faces. But I could see Ambrose's stuff, tensioned back. Gabriel on the other hand was twitching in his seat, his fingers tapping anxiously against th

Dominic's POVFive years later..."I don't see why this meeting can't be handled over a conference call, Damien."I pushed open my office door with my shoulder, my phone propped between my ear and my collarbone. With one hand, I shrugged on my jacket while the other gripped my briefcase. "It’s not like we haven’t done this a hundred times before."Damien’s sigh came through the line. "Dom, you know how these high-rollers are. They like to see who they’re dealing with, shake hands and size up the competition. You want to lock this deal down, we do it my way.""Your way? Why the fuck? My way is better.""Because," Damien said on the other end, "when you're dealing with potential buyers for a deal this big, you look them in the eye. You gauge their reactions. You see if they're hiding anything."I sighed. "We have people for that.""And people can be wrong," Damien countered. "Come on, Dom. I already set this up. Look, the least you can do is to just show up and listen."I reached the fr

Dominic's POVThe Chief’s words played over and over in my head. Eight inmates had escaped, and not a single one had been found. It didn’t make sense. How could a group that large vanish without a trace? Someone had helped them. Someone with power and enough resources.I gripped my whiskey glass and set it down hard. The sound made Damien glance at me. He could see the frustration in my face."Dominic," he murmured in warning.I shook my head. "He’s the Chief of Police. How does he not have a single lead? Not even one?"Damien leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth. "Agitating yourself isn’t going to change anything.""So what do you suggest?"He looked at me for a long moment. "We need to get some sleep. We regroup in the morning and think about our next step then."I opened my mouth to argue, but he raised a hand. "No arguments. You know I’m right."I ran a hand over my face. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."We finished our drinks in silence. Damien paid the bill, and we walked out

Dominic's POVThe Basement was filled with voices but none were louder than mine."Spread out!" I roared, slamming a fist against the table. "I don’t want excuses! I want results! Do you hear me?"The metal rattled under my hand, but I didn’t care. My men scrambled around, some on their phones, others poring over maps and documents. None of them moved fast enough for me. Ariel was missing, and the more time we wasted, the more danger she was in.I knew it was Ambrose. There was no doubt in my mind. That bastard had taken her, and I had let it happen.I balled my fists so tight that they hurt. I kept running last night over in my head, every single mistake, every moment I should have done something differently.I should have never told the men that guarded my house to go home. The house had been unprotected because I thought for one damn second that we could let our guard down. I should have gone home after that call with Ariel, not go to the bar with Damien. I should have..."Sir."I