Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Darla had been glowing with satisfaction the entire day. The way Brayden had ignored Penelope at breakfast, acting as though she was nothing but a shadow, had fed her ego like never before. She had waited for this moment—the day Brayden would finally push that woman aside and see her as the only one who deserved to be by his side.As night fell, she took her time preparing herself, making sure she looked irresistible.She stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. Her see-through black lingerie clung to her curves, revealing just enough to entice yet leave room for imagination. The soft lace hugged her skin, the thin straps barely holding it up. She draped a long silk robe over her shoulders, letting it slide down slightly, teasing the bare skin of her arms.Her lips curled into a smirk as she ran her fingers through her hair, making sure it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She had spent too much time watching Brayden get close to that woman, but tonigh

Penelope’s eyelids fluttered open, her body shivering against the cold, hard surface beneath her. A dull ache pulsed at the back of her skull, and her limbs felt heavy, lifeless. She inhaled sharply, only for a foul, musty scent to fill her nostrils. The air was thick with sweat, damp wood, and something metallic—blood?Her vision was blurry, her head pounding as she struggled to sit up.Where am I? What the hell happened? Where is this place? She couldn’t help but bombarded herself with different unanswered questions.Her throat burned as if she hadn’t had water in days. Her fingers curled against the grimy floor, and as she shifted, she felt the coarse fabric of torn clothes against her skin.Her breath hitched.She looked down at herself, horror creeping up her spine.Her dress was ripped in places, her arms bruised, her once-perfect curls a tangled mess. She looked like she had been dragged through hell.Her heart raced violently.“What

Darla’s breath was shallow, her pulse hammering as she stood in the dimly lit study. The weight of Brayden’s stare pressed down on her, suffocating and unyielding. The man before her wasn’t the Brayden she had seduced, the man she had wrapped around her little finger in the past. No, this man was a different beast entirely—a predator who had caught the scent of a rat.Her mind raced for a way out. Lies, excuses—something to get her out of this mess. She forced a shaky smile, masking the panic rising in her chest. “I already told you, Brayden. I just needed some air. I went out for a walk. I was feeling really suffocated even though the A/c was on, so I went out for a walk to help calm my nerves.”Brayden didn’t blink. Didn’t move. The silence stretched so long that the hairs on her arms stood on edge. Then, without warning, he skillfully brought out a knife from its sheath and he lunged at her— a movement she wasn’t expecting.The flash of silver caught Darla’s

Brayden gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched so hard it felt like it might snap. His patience was razor-thin, and the rage bubbling in his chest was barely restrained as he sped toward the location Inez had sent him. He was always a step ahead, always the one orchestrating the game, and yet tonight, he had been played.Darla had escaped. And she had done it right under his nose.His fingers twitched with the need to break something, but he forced himself to remain composed. He still had one more card left to play.As he pulled up to the dimly lit warehouse, Inez and his men were already waiting, their faces tense. Brayden stepped out of the car, his cold gaze sweeping over the group before landing on Inez.“Where is she?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge that made even the most fearless men uneasy.Inez hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Boss, there’s a situation.”Brayden’s eyes darkened. “Explain.”One o

Brayden sat in the back of his car, his fingers tapping absently against his knee as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. His mind was already several steps ahead, working through his next moves, when his phone buzzed with an emergency alert.His eyes flicked to the screen, and a small smirk curled at the edge of his lips. Someone had tampered with his office lock.Brayden clicked on the notification, bringing up the live security feed. His smirk didn’t last long.The woman standing outside his office, attempting to bypass the security system, was none other than his new personal assistant—Celeste.Brayden’s gaze darkened as he watched her press a series of codes, her fingers moving with careful precision. She wasn’t fumbling. She wasn’t making wild guesses. She knew exactly what she was doing.“Interesting,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly.Celeste failed to crack the security system and quickly stepped back, glancing around before leaving