All Chapters of THE BILIONAIRE'S DISABLE BRIDE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jaxon sat back in his chair, fingers lingering over the keyboard. Flickering, the weak light from the computer screen projected lengthy shadows on the walls of the little room. Scrolling through the financial papers Mimi had given him, he furrowed his brow in focus. The more he investigated the shell firms connected to Scarlett and Damon, the more obvious it seemed that this was not only about concealing money. It was a deliberately built network meant for something far darker. His gaze flitted around the screens absorbing the intricate business systems. Familiar from years of labour in high-stakes banking systems, he knew the names. But these were unique. On the surface, the businesses seemed legitimate—real estate holdings, computer enterprises, even some genuine charities—but closer investigation uncovered something far more nefarious. Every road returned to two names: Damon Cole and Scarlett Westmore. Jaxon said, "This is enormous," as he moved closer to the screen. In the still

James reclined in his office chair, the burden of his thoughts heavier than ever. The sterile white walls of his penthouse appeared to shut in on him, and for a brief minute, he could hear only the hammering of his own heart. Reaching for a glass of water, his hand shook so violently that he spilt it all over his desk. "God, what have I done?" He spoke almost inaudibly. Mimi and Simeon. Every passing day made the family he had once believed in, the life he thought he could save, all seem to drift further away. Scarlett's hold on him grew tighter, often reminding him of his shortcomings. The false promises, the engagement; it was all starting to overwhelm him. His mind kept returning to the one that had started everything rolling. The time he had choose to be quiet. Knowing full well it would cost him everything, he accepted Scarlett into his life. Why did I let this occur? James grumbled, massaging his eyes. Unlocking his phone with trembling hands, he went for it and skimmed thr

Mimi's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, interrupting the silence. Looking over, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the message appearing from an unidentified number. Trembling hands made her swipe the screen to start the video. Her breath caught as the video began. Simeon sat there, his little body bound to a chair, gagged, and clearly afraid in the dark light of an unknown room. His eyes were large, frantic, and full of dread. Though she couldn't pull herself away from the TV, tears filled her eyes. The message in the video was chilling: "If you want him back, you must obey." The room spun around her, the walls seeming to close in. Clutching the phone to her chest, Mimi's hands trembled. The reality of what she was witnessing was nearly too much to grasp. Her kid, her son, was in peril. "No!" Mimi said, her voice almost inaudible and her eyes fixed on the television. "What have they done to him?" She shut her eyes for a second, attempting to absorb the tragedy playing o

Jaxon typed furiously on his keyboard, the blue glow of his computer throwing a faint light on his face. Every step took him to an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts, tucked away in a lost industrial sector, he had tracked the source of the call. "Got you," he said, his eyes combing the specifics on his screen. This was the last fight, the location where all would either finish or erupt into disorder. Mimi's name appeared on the screen as his phone buzzed on the desk. The gravity of the scenario bearing down on him made him pause before responding. Mimi had already experienced enough. Jaxon remarked, his voice firm, "We have a site." A former storehouse on the outskirts of town. The coordinates are being sent to you right now. Stay put; I'll put together a team. Mimi's voice broke across the line. Jaxon, no. I'm not sitting about. I'm going with you. I must. Feeling the moment's strain rise, Jaxon gritted his teeth. Mimi, this is larger than you. I cannot let you endange

Jaxon's heart raced as he pushed through the old door, which groaned in protest. Every step more urgent than the previous, Mimi was immediately behind him. The chamber they walked into was tiny, the air heavy with the odour of rot and mildew. There, tucked in the corner, Simeon was. Curled into itself, shaking, eyes wide with terror, his little frame was Bound tightly at the wrists, his face was pallid and tear-streaked. Mimi's breath seized in her throat. Simeon! She ran towards him, her heart bursting with dread and relief. At the sound of her voice, Simeon looked up quickly; his face was a combination of hope and perplexity. Mother? His voice sounded thin, scratchy and weak, as if he hadn't spoken in days. I knew you would arrive. Gently slicing the ropes around his wrists, Mimi's hands shook as her gaze stayed fixed on his face. I'm here, sweetheart. You are now safe. Her fingers ran across his matted hair as she kissed his forehead. He remained silent, his body quaking violen