Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Brayden reached for the photograph lying on the table, his fingers brushing over its smooth surface before lifting it. He turned it so Desmond could see it clearly. The image captured Darla’s face in sharp detail—her sharp eyes, unreadable expression, and the hint of a smirk playing on her lips.Brayden’s gaze was cold, unwavering as he studied Desmond’s reaction. Desmond’s breath hitched the moment his eyes landed on the picture, his pupils dilating slightly before he looked away. His fingers twitched against the restraints, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.“You recognize her, don’t you?” Brayden’s voice was low, deadly calm.Desmond exhaled sharply, avoiding eye contact. “I… I do.”“Who is she to you?” Brayden’s fingers tightened around the photo, his patience razor-thin.Desmond let out a weak chuckle, though there was no humor in it. “She’s not one of my lackeys if that’s what you’re thinking. She was part of the higher-ups. She gave the orde

Brayden’s car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Without a second’s hesitation, he threw the door open and bolted to the backseat. Penelope lay motionless, her skin pale, her clothes soaked with blood. His breath hitched as he lifted her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her blood against his skin.“Help! I need a doctor now!” he roared, his voice echoing through the hospital entrance. A team of doctors and nurses rushed forward, wheeling a stretcher toward him. He gently placed Penelope down, his hands trembling as her body lay limp. The medics wasted no time, pushing her toward the emergency room.Brayden followed but was stopped by one of the nurses. “Sir, you can’t go in.”His jaw clenched. “Like hell I can’t,” he snapped, trying to push past her.“Please,” she said, blocking his way. “Let us do our job.”Brayden’s fists tightened, but he stepped back, watching as the doors swung shut. He turned away, running a hand down his

The cold, damp air in the basement was suffocating. The room was dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were made of concrete, trapping the chill within, and the faint sound of water dripping echoed through the eerie silence. A wooden chair stood in the center of the room, and on it sat a woman with her hands tied behind her back.Celeste’s blonde hair was disheveled, strands falling over her face as she panted heavily, her lips trembling. Her wrists were bound tightly with thick rope, cutting into her skin. Her once perfectly ironed white blouse was wrinkled, her skirt stained with dirt from being dragged into this unknown location. Fear was evident in her blue eyes as she looked up at the man standing in front of her.Brayden stood with his hands in his pockets, his towering figure casting a dark shadow over her. His face was unreadable, his deep-set eyes staring down at her with an expression colder than ice.

Inez moved through the bustling hallway of the press room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she finalized the last-minute details of the conference. The air was thick with anticipation, reporters already gathering, cameras flashing, and murmurs filling the space. She adjusted her earpiece and nodded at one of the security personnel stationed by the entrance, signaling that everything was in place.Brayden was already seated at the front of the room, his face set in a carefully measured expression. His dark suit was crisp, his tie perfectly knotted, but there was an unmistakable weight in his gaze. This wasn’t just another business meeting—this was about shifting the narrative before it spun out of his control.As the press conference officially began, the chatter in the room died down. The cameras turned toward him, and the flashing lights became relentless. Brayden leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the table in front of hi

Brayden stood in his study, his gaze fixed on Penelope as she sat across from him on the couch. There was hesitation in her eyes, but she wasn’t looking away. She was listening. That was a good start.“I need you to trust me on this,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “The threats against you and Anya aren’t going away anytime soon. If we keep things quiet, people will always see you as an easy target. But if you tell your story—if the public knows what you’ve been through—they’ll think twice before coming after you again.”Penelope shifted uncomfortably, clasping her hands together. “You want me to do an interview? Go on live television and talk about what happened?”“Yes.” Brayden leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Not just for your sake, but for Anya’s too. The more people know, the harder it will be for anyone to use you as leverage against me.”She was silent for a long time. Then she sighed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that. Talking about it—a