BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE GIRL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 35

Isabella’s POVThe air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken words and barely contained fury. Julian tapped a few keys on the laptop, his smirk fading into a serious expression as he scrolled through the messages.The chat log was filled with coded exchanges, but one thing was clear—the mole had been feeding Hennessy information for weeks.Noah stood beside me, his muscles tense, his presence a storm waiting to break. “How far back do these messages go?” he asked, his voice sharp.Julian didn’t look up. “A month, maybe longer but there’s something else—” He enlarged one of the messages, his jaw tightening. “Hennessy is planning another attack.”My stomach twisted. “When?”Julian glanced at me, his blue eyes unreadable. “Tomorrow night.”The words sent a ripple of tension through the room. Caleb cursed under his breath, Ryan crossed his arms, and Mateo’s jaw clenched. Noah, however, remained eerily still, his focus locked on the screen.I swallowed hard. “Do we know where?”Jul

Isabella’s POVThe moment Hennessy stepped into the dim light, the air in the room turned to ice. She was exactly as I remembered—sharp, calculated, her dark eyes glinting with a cruelty that made my skin crawl. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, Noah’s bullet in her gut. Now, she looked perfectly in control. And that terrified me. “You look surprised,” she purred, circling me like a predator sizing up wounded prey. “Did you really think I’d stay down after what you did?” I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “Guess I should’ve aimed for your head.” Hennessy’s smile didn’t waver. “Cute.” She stopped in front of me, her manicured nails trailing along my jaw. “But we both know you’re not the one who pulled the trigger.” Noah. She wanted Noah. And I was the bait. Liam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. “Told you she’d be feisty.” Hennessy’s fingers tightened, her nails digging int

Isabella’s POVThe abandoned warehouse loomed ahead, its rusted metal frame silhouetted against the bruised purple sky. It was the perfect trap—isolated, crumbling, and most importantly, rigged to blow. Noah moved like a shadow beside me, his eyes scanning the perimeter. “You remember the plan?” I adjusted the comm in my ear, nodding. “Draw her in. Let her think she’s won. Then—” “Then we end this.” His voice was a blade in the dark. We’d spent the last twelve hours preparing for this moment. Planting explosives. Setting up sniper nests. Leaving just enough breadcrumbs for Hennessy to follow. And now, we waited. Noah’s hand brushed mine, a silent reassurance. “Stay sharp.” I didn’t get the chance to respond. A flicker of movement near the east entrance. Then another.—-They were here. I pressed myself against the concrete pillar, my breath shallow my ear piece crackled to life—Julian’s voice, strained but steady. “Got eyes on six hostiles. Hennessy’s in the center.”