Todos los capítulos de IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS(He Is Betrothed, But Mine!): Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Chapter 141:Olivia’s POVThe cold night air stung my skin as Leonardo helped me into the car. My legs felt weak, my body trembling from shock and exhaustion. His arm was wrapped tightly around me, his movements sharp and protective. I could still feel the rough ropes that had bound my wrists, the sting of the knife Victor had pressed against my throat.Leonardo slammed the door shut and moved around to the driver’s side. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the dark surroundings before getting in. He locked the doors, checked the rearview mirror, and then started the car.The silence between us was thick with unspoken fears. My hands shook as I pulled the blanket tighter around me. My throat ached where the blade had bitten into my skin.Victor was dead. I saw Leonardo shoot him. I watched his body fall to the ground, his eyes wide and empty.But the fear didn’t leave.Leonardo’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he drove away from the pier. He glanced at me every few minu

Chapter 143:Leonardo’s POVThe cold air cut through me as I crouched behind the boulder, my gun gripped tightly in my hand. Olivia clung to my arm, her breaths sharp and uneven. The forest around us had gone deathly silent. Only Elena’s voice lingered, echoing through the trees."Come out, come out, Leonardo..."Her tone was light, teasing, but there was steel beneath it. The same cold, detached cruelty Victor had used. The Russo siblings shared more than blood—they shared a talent for fear.I scanned the woods, searching for movement. The trees cast long shadows in the fading sunlight, making it hard to spot anything. Elena was out there, waiting. Watching.“Leonardo,” Olivia whispered, voice trembling. “She sounds just like him.”I squeezed her hand. “I know. But she’s not Victor. We’ll stop her.”Olivia swallowed hard, nodding, though fear still filled her eyes.A soft crack of a branch to our right snapped my focus. I shifted, raising my gun in that direction. My heart pounded,

Chapter 145:Leonardo’s POVThe shattered phone lay on the floor, screen cracked beyond repair. The message still echoed in my mind like a gunshot."You killed the sister. Now meet the family."Family.Victor and Elena were supposed to be the end of it. But we’d been wrong. Again.Olivia sat on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, eyes locked on the broken phone. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow.I knelt in front of her, taking her trembling hands in mine. “Look at me, Olivia.”She didn’t respond. Her gaze remained distant, unfocused.“Olivia.” My voice softened. “Stay with me.”Her eyes flicked to mine. “They’re still out there,” she whispered. “It’s not over.”“No,” I said. “But we’ll fight. Like we always do.”She squeezed her eyes shut. “I can’t keep living like this.”I didn’t have an answer. I couldn’t promise her safety when I didn’t believe it myself.I grabbed my phone and called Harris.“Leonardo?” he answered immediately.“They just sent a message,” I said, voice t

Chapter 147:Olivia’s POVThe words on the phone screen burned into my mind: "Mommy's coming."I stood frozen beside Leonardo, my breath caught in my chest. The picture of Liana Russo stared back at me from the folder Harris had handed him. She looked like Alicia—high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line."She's alive?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.Harris rubbed his jaw. "Yeah. We thought she died years ago, but she went underground after Victor's arrest. She’s been orchestrating everything from behind the scenes."Leonardo's grip on the folder tightened until the edges bent. "How did we miss her?""She was smart," Harris said. "Real smart. We found accounts linked to her all over Europe. She moved money, hired people, built a network. Victor and Elena were just the front line."My stomach turned. "And now that they’re gone, she’s coming for us."Leonardo slammed the folder onto the table. "Let her come," he said, voice low and hard. "We’ll

Chapter 149:Leonardo’s POVThe cold metal of the gun pressed against my palm as I crouched beside the car, Olivia clinging to my arm. The phone screen glowed with that final message: "You can’t outrun us forever."I clenched my jaw. They were right. We’d been running for months, moving from one safe house to another, always looking over our shoulders. The Russo family had turned our lives into a twisted game, pulling us into their web of fear.But this was where it stopped.I met Olivia’s wide, terrified eyes. “No more running,” I said.She swallowed hard. “What does that mean?”“We go after them.”“How?” Her voice shook. “We don’t even know who they are.”“They know us,” I said, standing and scanning the parking garage. “That’s their weakness.”The building was eerily silent. Harris’s men were either dead or gone. I checked the bodies of the masked men we’d passed on the way down—three in total. Professionals. Silent and efficient. Each carried a custom-modified weapon. No IDs. No