All Chapters of TAMING THE REJECTED SON OF A BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Benson hesitated before finally making his way to Margret’s house. When he arrived, he found her pacing back and forth in the dimly lit living room.“What’s so urgent, Mother?” he asked, arms crossed.Margret turned to face him, her eyes filled with desperation. “We have to act now, Benson. William is getting closer to retiring, and if we don’t take control before he officially hands everything to Adrian, we’ll lose everything.”Benson sighed. “And what exactly do you want me to do?”Margret stepped closer, lowering her voice. “We have to remove Adrian from the equation… permanently.”Benson’s heart skipped a beat. He stared at her in shock. “You want to kill him?”Margret huffed. “If that’s what it takes! We’ve come too far to let everything slip through our fingers now.”Benson felt a knot in his stomach. He had done a lot of questionable things, but this? This was crossing the line.“I can’t do that,” he said firmly.Margret’s expression darkened. “You’re weak, just like William al

Eleanor was growing fast, and with every passing day, her presence filled the house with joy. Adrian and Grace found themselves captivated by her every little achievement—from her first giggle to the way she clapped her tiny hands in excitement.One morning, as Adrian was getting ready for work, Eleanor crawled towards him, her bright eyes locked onto his polished shoes. She reached out, grabbing his pant leg with determination."Dada!" she called, her voice filled with excitement.Adrian’s heart melted instantly. He abandoned his tie on the nightstand and scooped Eleanor into his arms. "You don’t want me to go, do you?"Grace, watching from the bed, laughed softly. "You’re getting more attached to her than she is to you."Adrian smirked. "I can’t help it. She’s my little princess." He kissed Eleanor’s forehead and turned to Grace. "Maybe I should work from home today.""Nice try," Grace teased, standing up. "But you promised to check in at the company. Besides, Eleanor and I have our

ella sat in a dimly lit lounge, stirring her cocktail with a slow, deliberate motion. Across from her, Benson leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, watching her with an unimpressed expression."So?" Benson finally asked. "Did he take the bait?"Bella smirked. "Not yet. But he will."Benson scoffed. "Adrian is too smart to fall for your tricks. He has everything—power, a loyal wife, a beautiful family. Why would he risk it all for you?"Bella leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Because I know how to break people, Benson. It’s only a matter of time before I find his weak spot."Benson rolled his eyes. "You think too highly of yourself. Adrian isn’t the fool you remember."Bella’s smile didn’t waver. "Maybe not. But even the strongest men have their weaknesses." She took a slow sip of her drink. "And if I can’t get to Adrian directly, I’ll go for Grace."Benson frowned. "You really think that’ll work?"Bella’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Women like Grace always have insecuri

Margret sat in the dimly lit room, her fingers tapping impatiently on the glass of whiskey she had barely touched. Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she stared at the screen before her. A collection of pictures of Adrian, Grace, and their child filled the monitor—images she had gathered through her remaining spies."You think you've beaten me, Adrian?" she murmured to herself. "You have no idea what’s coming."She picked up her phone and made a call. The voice on the other end answered almost instantly."It’s time," she said coldly. "Do what I paid you for."The person chuckled. "You want to hit his business or his personal life?"Margret smirked. "Both."Meanwhile, Adrian and Grace were enjoying a peaceful evening at home. Their child was playing in the living room, laughing as Adrian tossed him into the air. For the first time in months, their life felt normal.That peace didn’t last.Adrian’s phone buzzed with an urgent call from his assistant."Sir, there's a problem! Investo

Margret stormed out of the hotel, her expensive heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The media had already caught wind of her downfall, and flashing cameras surrounded her."Ms. Williams! Is it true that your assets have been seized?""Are you facing arrest?""What do you have to say about your son siding with Adrian?"Margret kept walking, her face a mask of icy composure, though inside, she was seething.Her own son. Benson. The one she had raised, molded, and trusted.He had chosen Adrian over her.She clenched her fists. "Ungrateful fool."She had lost her money, her influence, and now—her son. But Margret was not the type to slink away in defeat.If she was going down, she would take Adrian with her.Later that night, Benson sat in his office, his head in his hands. He felt sick.Betraying his mother had not been easy, but he knew it was the right thing to do.Suddenly, his phone buzzed.Margret.He hesitated before answering."Hello?"Her voice was calm—too calm. "My son