All Chapters of Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Chapter 171 - Chapter 177

Brayden’s breath caught in his throat, his fingers tightening around the edges of the documents as he stared at the words in front of him. His normally composed face was frozen in shock, his sharp blue eyes scanning each line over and over as if hoping the words would somehow change. His heart pounded violently against his ribs, his head spinning with the weight of what he had just discovered. The world around him blurred, the elegant furnishings of his living room fading into insignificance.Across from him, Ryder sat in silence, his posture relaxed, but his eyes never leaving Brayden’s face. He was waiting. Waiting for Brayden to absorb the full impact of the truth. Waiting for the storm that was bound to erupt.Brayden’s hands shook slightly, the papers rustling in the thick silence. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body tensing with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. Confusion. Rage. Betrayal. A twisted sense of inevitability.“This can’t b

Brayden stood in the spacious living room of his villa, his eyes scanning over the collection of her belongings he had just brought upstairs to help her settle in. As he placed the last bag down near the bed in the guest room, he took a deep breath and stared out the window, the night stretching out before him in silence. The villa, which had always felt like home, now felt cold and unfamiliar in the wake of recent events. The strange combination of guilt and anger gnawed at him.Just as he was about to step out, he heard the sound of movement coming from his bedroom. Frowning, he turned to the door and walked down the corridor toward the room, his footsteps heavy with impatience. When he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring in disbelief.The room was completely transformed. Soft candles were scattered across every surface, their warm glow illuminating the space in a way that made it feel more like a honeymoon suite than the space he used to re

Brayden’s car screeched to a halt in front of the underground facility, the engine still rumbling as he stepped out. He moved quickly, his boots clicking against the cold concrete as he walked with purpose toward the steel door. His thoughts raced, each step bringing him closer to the answers he needed, each second more pressing than the last. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time.As Brayden entered the facility, the heavy door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent hall. The atmosphere inside was grim and cold, with dim lighting hanging from the ceiling. It felt like a place where secrets were kept, and lives were traded for information. It was a place where people either came out alive with answers or never came out at all.The sound of footsteps echoed ahead, and Brayden saw Ryder standing by the interrogation room, waiting for him. The man was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.