All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Outside St. Mary’s Hospital, twilight draped the city in shades of orange and violet. The air was thick with the tang of antiseptic and summer humidity. Sirens still hummed faintly in the distance, remnants of the earlier chaos on the 6th Street Viaduct, now cordoned off with floodlights and barricades. Inside the hospital’s fourth floor, the atmosphere was calmer—but only just.Detective Ling sat upright in her hospital bed, a pair of crutches leaning against the wall beside her. Her ankle was now stabilized in a clean cast, and her bandaged knuckles rested atop the thin white sheet like silent testaments to survival. She stared blankly through the window, her thoughts somewhere far away—maybe on the bridge, maybe on Leo, maybe on the blood she had washed from her hands hours ago.Chief Peterson stood near the foot of her bed, speaking softly with the attending nurse. His badge glinted faintly under the soft overhead lights, and his posture—normally commanding—had slumped under the w

A CALL BENEATH THE HILLSThe moon hung low over Beverly Hills, casting a soft silver glow over the manicured hedges and palm-lined streets. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse suite along North Alpine Drive, Carmilla watched the lights of Los Angeles flicker beneath her like a sea of gold.Her apartment, pristine and tranquil, was filled with quiet opulence—Italian marble floors, soft jazz humming in the background, and a fireplace flickering gently in the modern living room. She’d just set down a glass of white wine on the edge of her sleek coffee table and was curled into one end of her cashmere-covered sectional, the city shimmering far below.On the counter, her clutch lay open beside an elegant ivory envelope: the Global Best Business Awards invitation, embossed and heavy with importance. She had been nominated. “Innovative Businesswoman of the Year.” A part of her still hadn’t fully processed it. She had only been in business not up to six years and she was gettin

As Harrison stepped into the luxurious Gulfstream G700, the gentle thrum of the Rolls-Royce engines enveloped the private hangar. Outside, Monday's gray sky unfolded over New York's skyline, with clouds drifting lazily across the horizon. The new week dawned, bringing its share of spotlights.Harrison moved with calm assurance, dressed in a sleek, custom-tailored Tom Ford suit in charcoal gray, paired with a crisp white shirt and a silver-toned Omega watch. His tailored black trench coat was draped over his arm, exuding modern sophistication. At the foot of the cabin stairs, his personal assistant Rachel waited, portfolio and handbag in hand.“Good morning, sir,” Rachel said with a nod, following him into the cabin as the stairs folded away and the door sealed shut behind them.Inside of the jet was surrounded by its sleek and modern interior. The comfortable leather seats and shiny metal accents gave it a luxurious feel. The large windows showed the clouds outside, and the soft light