All Chapters of THE BILIONAIRE'S DISABLE BRIDE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mimi shifted slightly, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her coffee cup, the warmth of the porcelain a small comfort in her hands. "It’s beautiful," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips.Jaxon’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his jaw tight. “Yeah. But something’s off. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched.” His voice was low, almost a growl, as though he had been thinking the same thing for days.Mimi didn’t answer right away. Her mind wandered to Damon. Six months had passed since that night — the night the man who had once been her closest ally in the corporate world, and more, had been taken from her. She had buried him, but the shadow of his death loomed like a thick fog that wouldn’t lift. The grief still lingered, even now.“We’re fine,” she said, her voice steady but hollow. “We’ve built something. You and me. And we’ve made it work. It’s just...the past. It doesn’t let go.”Jaxon turned to her then, his eyes softening. He took her hand, his t

A knock on the door interrupted his spiral. Jaxon stepped inside, his face lined with concern. “You okay, man?”Simeon turned sharply, his eyes wide, frantic. “No, Jaxon. Something’s wrong. I—” He stopped, shaking his head as if trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. “I keep seeing him, Jaxon. Damon’s face, his eyes. He’s still watching me. Watching us.”Jaxon frowned, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Simeon, we’ve been over this. The nightmares, they’re just that—nightmares. You’ve been through hell, but it’s time to move on. We all have to.”“No!” Simeon’s voice was sharp, panicked. “I’m telling you, it’s not just in my head. This—this isn’t just a nightmare. It’s real, Jaxon. He’s coming for us.”Jaxon put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, his voice steady, though laced with doubt. “Listen to me. You’ve been through so much. But you’re not alone in this. We’re here, and we’ll get through it together.”Simeon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the unease woul

Mimi’s footsteps echoed in the silent hallway as she approached the front door. She had just returned from a long day of meetings, her mind clouded with thoughts of the future. But as she reached for the door handle, a sense of unease crawled up her spine.There, resting on the doorstep, was a bouquet of black roses. Their dark petals stood in stark contrast to the crisp white envelope nestled between the stems. Mimi’s breath caught in her throat.She hadn’t ordered any flowers.Her fingers hovered over the bouquet, as though afraid it would bite. The scent of the roses hit her first—thick, pungent, suffocating. She bent down slowly, the hairs on the back of her neck rising as her eyes scanned the note.Mimi’s heart pounded in her chest as she read the simple words:“Did you miss me?”The handwriting was unmistakable. It was James’s.She staggered back, a wave of dread crashing over her. The past she had worked so hard to bury was now at her doorstep. Her hands shook as she reached fo

He hesitated before answering, his thumb brushing the screen. “Hello?”The voice on the other end was low, almost a growl. “Jaxon. You took my wife. I’ll take everything from you.”Mimi froze at the sound of James’s voice, too familiar, too chilling. She had been trying to block out the fear, pretending that James’s reappearance wasn’t a shadow over her life, but hearing him now, speaking like a curse that wouldn’t break, made it all too real.Jaxon’s jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening around the phone. His voice dropped, barely controlled. “You’ll never get near her again.”“Is that so?” James’s voice came back, smooth as velvet, cold as ice. “I’ll take my time, Jaxon. But I’ll get to her. And when I do, you’ll be nothing more than a memory.”Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, his pulse quickening. “You don’t scare me, James.” But even as the words left his mouth, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. The man he was facing now was not the one he had once known—he was darker, colder. And his obs

Mimi’s hands moved methodically through the cluttered contents of Simeon’s backpack, packing it for their upcoming trip. She folded his clothes neatly, the slight rustling of fabric and the faint hum of the city outside filling the silence. As she reached for a stack of papers near the bottom, her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. Her breath caught in her throat.Frowning, she pulled out the object, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it up to the light. It was small, sleek, and unmistakably a tracking device. Mimi’s pulse quickened, and a shiver ran down her spine. How could this have gotten in here?Her eyes darted to the rest of the bag. The thought that someone—anyone—could have planted it there sent a chill of dread through her chest. She looked back at the device in her hand, her mind racing.The faintest creak of the floorboards made her turn. Jaxon stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed in concern.“What is it?” he asked, his voice low but laced with