All Chapters of THE BILIONAIRE'S DISABLE BRIDE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Stay sharp." "Boss says she's going straight in," one of them remarked, laughing wickedly. Jaxon's hands were tight. He battled the urge to hit too soon. One mistake would doom them both. He crept into a side hallway where the wallpaper was peeling and the chandeliers were old and dusty. He knew that Damon would transform the place into a stage, where danger would be around every corner. Jaxon got down on one knee and looked about, listening for any sign of trouble. He spotted it then: a security camera high up on the wall above the entrance hall, its red light flashing like the eye of a devil. His heart raced. Damon was watching. Every time Mimi moved, every time she had a doubt, and every time she stole a look was captured, distorted, and saved. Jaxon murmured under his breath, "Damn you, Damon," and his jaw was tense. The camera moved around the room with a soft mechanical hum. Jaxon dove into a corner, his heart beating against his ribs. He had to pick between two truths: st

"Let me go!" She spat, her voice raspy, and her eyes burned at the men who were holding her arms. Damon's laugh was frigid and funny as it echoed through the room. "Oh, no." You are worth way too much to do that. He walked forward, and the vicious smile on his lips made the room feel smaller and darker. Mimi's heart raced against her ribs. "Lyra—" Their eyes met, and even though Lyra's jaw was already bruised, she looked ferocious. She cried, "Don't you dare give him what he wants, Mimi!" One of Damon's men pulled her hair back and threatened her with a muttered threat. Damon lifted his hand, and the room fell silent right away. He was in charge. He looked at Mimi with eyes that sparkled with hate. "You see?" he remarked quietly, with a hint of mocking in every word. "You love her." That means she is mine now. Mimi shook, but she moved forward, her spine stiffening with defiance. "Don't touch her, Damon." You don't want Lyra; you want me. Damon's laugh was low and happy. He wav

"Do you think it's over?" He broke down, but the sneer persisted. "Do you think killing me will stop this?" "Stop talking," Mimi whispered in a low voice, although she was quite angry. "You've hurt enough people." Damon chuckled, but it sounded fake. A cough that sprayed red all over his chin shattered the silence. His hair, which used to be sleek, now adhered to his temples in a moist way, and the broken lighting of the casino made his skin look ghostly. "You'll never be free," he said in a curiously serene voice, as if he had been rehearsing what he was going to say for a long time. "You'll see me everywhere: in the dark, in their eyes, and in your dreams." You have my curse. "That's enough!" Jaxon's voice burst through, full of rage. He moved forward with his fists clenched, but Mimi raised a hand to stop him. "No, Jaxon," she said softly, staring right at Damon. "Let him speak." Let him die by what he says. Damon's breath stuck in his throat, and his chest rose and sank agai

"Mrs. Cross," the prosecutor's voice rang, "tell the court what you witnessed inside CrossCorp." Her throat was tight, but she made herself speak in a calm voice. "I saw them make up paperwork. I observed accounts emptied out into banks in other countries. Damon planned everything, but James—she hesitated for a moment—James made it happen. He ignored every warning and every request to quit. People in the gallery gasped. Mimi's comments hit like stones, heavy and irrefutable. "Did you talk to him?" "I begged him," she murmured, her voice breaking with the memories. "He said it was for survival." But greed took over survival. And greed turned into ruin. James eventually looked up, his eyes crimson around the edges, begging her without saying a word. Mimi's chest hurt, but she didn't move. The lawyer for the defence jumped up. "Objection, Your Honour!" Emotional guesswork. "She's making herself out to be a moral saint while tearing down her husband to get back at him." The judge's

Jaxon knelt on one knee in front of him, his large figure filling the room and shadows hanging to his jaw's hard features. He whispered softly, "You don't have to be scared anymore." His voice had a steady, heavy weight. Simeon's lips shook. The room was quiet for a long time. Then, in a voice so faint it almost shattered, he said, "Dad." The air became cold. Mimi's palm rushed to her mouth, and tears fell before she could stop them. The word lingered in her mind: fragile, unproven, and heavier than any promise she had ever heard. Jaxon's chest went up quickly. For a moment, the tough man appeared like he was going to fall apart, as if the ground had moved beneath him. He stretched out, and his fingers shook as it touched the boy's shoulder. "You mean that?" His voice broke, without warning. Simeon nodded, and a small smile broke through. "Yeah... Dad." Mimi couldn't help but cry then, shielding her face as the sound of that word—so normal, so awful—washed over her. Jaxon's mo