Semua Bab IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS(He Is Betrothed, But Mine!): Bab 111 - Bab 120

Chapter 112: Unfinished Business Harris steered the SUV away from the airstrip. The road ahead was dark, the city lights distant. Inside the vehicle, no one spoke.I sat in the back, my hand resting on Olivia’s. Her fingers curled around mine, a silent reassurance that we both needed. My shoulder burned from the bullet graze, but the pain wasn’t what consumed me.Blackwell’s words echoed in my head.“Ask your mother.”My mother.The woman who had always stood by me. The woman who mourned my father more than anyone.Had she betrayed him?No. It wasn’t possible.But the seed of doubt was planted, and it was growing fast.Marcus, sitting in the front seat, broke the silence. “So... he jumped out of a plane and survived?”I clenched my jaw. “Blackwell doesn’t die easily.”Harris nodded, eyes on the road. “We’ll find him again. No one stays hidden forever.”Olivia squeezed my hand. “We’re not giving up.”I exhaled. “We’re close. Too close to stop now.”But first, I needed answers.And the

Chapter 114: Ghost with a gun.The drive to the coast was silent. The tension inside the SUV was thick, every person lost in their thoughts. The only sounds were the low hum of the engine and the occasional click of Marcus loading his gun. Olivia sat beside me, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. She was nervous, but I knew she wouldn’t say it out loud. She was too strong for that.Harris drove, his eyes locked on the road ahead. Daniel sat in the back, working on his tablet, trying to stay one step ahead of Blackwell. We all knew what was at stake. If Blackwell got on that yacht, he would disappear, and this war would drag on even longer.I wasn’t going to let that happen.The words Blackwell had said back at the warehouse echoed in my mind. My mother’s betrayal, my father’s death—it was all tangled up in a web of lies that I still didn’t fully understand. But one thing was clear. Blackwell knew more than he had let on, and I needed to end this before he had another cha

Chapter 116:DEAD!The rooftop was silent after the echo of the gunshot faded. Elijah’s body lay still, his smirk finally gone, replaced by the cold, empty stare of death. Olivia stood beside me, breathing heavily, her eyes locked on his lifeless form. The wind whipped around us, carrying the faint sound of sirens in the distance. We didn’t have much time before the authorities arrived.“We need to go,” Olivia whispered, her voice low but firm.I nodded, pulling her away from the body. Harris and Marcus joined us moments later, their faces grim but focused.“Is he dead?” Harris asked, though he already knew the answer.“Yeah,” I replied flatly. “It’s done.”Marcus let out a low whistle. “Good. That bastard was asking for it.”Olivia shot him a sharp look. “This isn’t over, Marcus.”He raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Liv. We’ve taken out Blackwell and now Elijah. Who else is left?”I clenched my jaw. “That’s what I’m worried about.”Daniel’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Guys, you

Chapter 118: Back To The World.Alicia's Pov.The cold metal bars were the first thing I saw every morning. The sound of keys jingling and guards yelling was my daily alarm. Prison wasn’t meant for someone like me. Alicia Hayes. Daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. I wasn’t supposed to be here, surrounded by criminals who didn’t even know the meaning of real power.But here I was.I sat on the thin mattress of my bunk, staring at the dull gray wall in front of me. My perfectly manicured nails were chipped now, and my blonde hair, once always styled to perfection, was tied back in a messy ponytail. This place drained everything out of you.Still, I wasn’t broken.I wouldn’t let them break me. Not Leonardo. Not Olivia. Not even my father, who had promised to get me out but had left me rotting in this hellhole.I gritted my teeth at the thought of him. He had the resources, the connections, and yet... nothing. Weeks had passed, and I was still here. Forgott

Chapter 120: Alicia's Comeback.Alicia's Pov The city lights blurred through the tinted windows of Victor’s car as we drove through the quiet streets. I leaned back in my seat, the cool leather against my skin a reminder that I wasn’t in a prison cell anymore. Freedom tasted sweet, but revenge would taste even sweeter.Victor sat beside me, his hands steady on the wheel, a faint smirk on his lips. He enjoyed this just as much as I did. Maybe more. We were alike in many ways—dangerous, calculated, and unforgiving.“Where are we going?” I asked softly, my voice calm but curious.He glanced at me briefly. “Somewhere quiet. We need to talk.”I nodded, knowing better than to question him too much. Victor wasn’t someone you pushed. Not unless you wanted to get burned.We pulled into a secluded driveway, the house barely visible behind tall trees and high walls. Security cameras blinked in the dark, and I smiled to myself. He was careful. Smart. I liked that.Inside, the house was modern