Semua Bab The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The plan was already in motion.Alexander stood near the window of his office, gripping the back of his chair, his gaze locked on the city below. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, his breath slow and measured, his mind sharp and calculated. This wasn’t just another business deal. This was a war, and Cassandra had drawn the final battle lines.I stood across the room, arms folded, my pulse steady but my stomach twisting with the magnitude of what we were about to do.“She’s waiting for us to make a mistake,” I said.Alexander’s fingers tapped against the chair, his expression unreadable. “Then we make sure we don’t.”He turned to face me fully, the tension between us crackling like electricity.“This has to be perfect,” he continued. “Every move calculated. No mistakes.”I exhaled, nodding. “We’ve accounted for every possibility. We expose her from every angle. Cut off her financial backing, dismantle her influence, and leave her with nothing.”His jaw tightened. “And Damie

The message came in at midnight.A single text. No name, no sender information. Just a location and three words:Come alone. No Alexander.I should have ignored it. I should have deleted it and pretended I never saw it. But something about it—maybe the gut-wrenching instinct deep in my core—told me I couldn’t.Not when I recognized the address.It was an abandoned warehouse on the east side of the city. A place where silence stretched long, where shadows swallowed secrets whole.A place where people disappeared.I stood frozen in the darkened living room of the penthouse, my phone clutched in my hand, my pulse thudding in my ears.I knew exactly who was behind this.Cassandra.She was playing her last card. And she wanted me to walk straight into it.The Decision“What the hell are you thinking?” Alexander’s voice sliced through the silence.I turned to find him standing at the threshold of our bedroom, his expression a storm of disbelief and fury.I swallowed hard. “I have to go.”His

Cassandra Whitmore had built an empire of deception.And tonight, it all came crashing down.I stood at the center of the grand ballroom, surrounded by a sea of sharply dressed elites, reporters, and corporate sharks—every single one of them waiting, watching. The air was charged, thick with the kind of tension that only comes before the fall of something—or someone—great.Cassandra, in her signature midnight-blue gown, stood poised at the podium, a confident smirk curling on her lips as she addressed the crowd. To the world, she was the epitome of power, grace, and untouchable influence.But I knew better.And so did Alexander.His fingers brushed against mine in a silent reassurance. A reminder that no matter what happened next, I wasn’t alone.Not anymore.I took a slow breath, steadied my pulse. Then, I stepped forward.It was time to end this.The ExposureThe microphone crackled as my voice filled the room.“Ladies and gentlemen, I hate to interrupt, but before you continue listeni

The chase didn’t start with sirens. It started with a single phone call. I gripped the phone tighter, my fingers shaking as I pressed it against my ear. "She’s running."That was all the voice on the other end said before the line went dead. I looked at Alexander, who was already on his feet. His eyes darkened with the kind of determination that sent shivers down my spine. “We end this now.”There was no hesitation.No second-guessing. We moved as one, stepping into a storm we had both seen coming but hadn’t yet fully faced.The EscapeCassandra Whitmore had spent years weaving a web of deceit around everyone she encountered. She had orchestrated takedowns, manipulated powerful figures, and played the long game with more patience than anyone had given her credit for. But even the best players eventually run out of moves.The moment her hidden offshore accounts were exposed—the ones that had funded her entire operation—her empire crumbled beneath her feet. And now, with multiple arrest

"It ends today."Alexander’s voice was sharp, a blade of finality slicing through the tension in the room.We stood in Steele Industries’ boardroom, the city skyline stretching behind us, glowing with the morning light. The air was thick with anger, expectation, and something dangerously close to satisfaction.Across from us, Cassandra sat with her usual poise, her red lips curving into a mocking smirk, while Damien leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, exuding false confidence.They thought they were untouchable.They were about to learn otherwise.The Weight of the MomentFor months, I had imagined this moment. The takedown. The reckoning. The day Cassandra and Damien would finally face the consequences of their greed, their lies, and the wreckage they had left in their wake.And yet, standing here now, with evidence stacked against them and the press waiting outside, something inside me still twisted painfully.Maybe it was the scars they left behind.Or maybe it was the realizat