บททั้งหมดของ Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Brayden’s fingers trembled around the phone as Desmond’s voice slithered into his ears like a venomous snake. His breath came in ragged bursts, his heart pounding like a war drum.“You should be thanking me, Brayden,” Desmond’s tone was almost amused, a sick enjoyment laced into his words. “You’ve been mourning ashes that don’t even belong to your wife and daughter. The ones I sent off to the afterlife were nothing more than reporters and policemen who thought they had the guts to capture me.”Brayden’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together with an intensity that made his head pound.“You bastard,” he growled through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low.Desmond chuckled. “I thought you’d be happy. I mean, after all, your beloved Penelope and little Anya are still alive—for now, at least.”Brayden’s chest ached as he processed the words. The grief, the agony that had threatened to consu

Brayden’s vision was clouded with rage as he scanned the chaotic room, his breath ragged, his body battered and aching, but none of it mattered. Not the pain, not the blood dripping from his own wounds. All he could see was Desmond. All he could hear was the torment in Penelope’s muffled sobs and the weak, barely audible cries of Anya. His hands tightened around the whip he had just picked up—a cruel, vicious weapon with small blades embedded along its length. It was perfect.Without hesitation, he lashed it forward, wrapping it around Haylee’s body before she could react. The sharp edges bit into her skin, and she let out a piercing shriek, her arms flailing. Her body jerked as she struggled against the tightening grip of the whip, her eyes wide with terror. Before she could make another sound, Brayden yanked her forward with all his strength. The force sent her crashing into the guards who had just rushed into the room, knocking them backward like

Brayden barely glanced up when the door to the hospital room opened, his sharp gaze fixed on Penelope as she lay on the hospital bed. Her breathing was even, her face serene, but the bruises on her arms and the healing wounds across her skin served as a painful reminder of what she had endured. The soft glow of the television illuminated the room, casting flickering images of the breaking news across the walls. It was official—Haylee and Desmond’s empire had crumbled.The police had not only arrested everyone on-site but had also recovered vital deleted documents from Desmond’s system. The damning evidence laid bare their darkest secrets—corruption, blackmail, and a network of criminal activities stretching further than anyone had anticipated. The anchor’s voice rang through the quiet room.“It has been confirmed that Haylee and her husband Desmond were involved in illegal dealings, blackmail, and coercion. Law enforcement officials have seized all their

Brayden’s grip on his gun tightened as he watched Desmond press a knife against the throat of the little boy. His eyes immediately flickered to Penelope, and his breath caught in his throat. The boy had her face—the same delicate yet well-defined features, the same soft curve of her lips. Even the frightened expression in his wide eyes mirrored Penelope’s exactly. There was no mistaking it.Desmond smirked as he saw the realization dawn on Brayden’s face. “Ah, I see you’ve finally noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, pressing the blade closer to the boy’s throat. “The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it? This boy is hers, no doubt about it.”Penelope was shaking, her wide, terrified eyes locked on the child. “Please,” she gasped, her voice cracking with desperation. “Don’t hurt him. I will do whatever you want, just don’t hurt my son.”Desmond’s smirk widened. “Oh, I know you will, Penelope,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He then turned his sharp g

Brayden’s eyes were cold as he stared down at Desmond, the man who had tormented them for far too long. Blood dripped from his lip, his breathing ragged, yet he still had the audacity to smirk. But before Brayden could deliver another blow, a soft voice interrupted him.“Brayden,” Penelope called.Brayden turned, his expression softening slightly as his gaze met hers. She stood by the doorway, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her face was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something desperate, something furious.“I need to speak to him,” she said firmly.Brayden’s brows furrowed. “Penelope, there’s nothing he can say that—”“I need to speak to him alone,” she interrupted, her voice shaking slightly. “Please.”Brayden exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. He didn’t like this, not one bit. Leaving her alone with a man as vile as Desmond made his stomach twist, but he could see the determination in her eyes. She wouldn’t back