บททั้งหมดของ ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

LANAI thought that by staying silent and ignoring him, my dad would just leave. Instead, he shut the door and strode over to my bed. He sat down and remained quiet for a while, and I hoped he wouldn’t say anything. But then he broke the silence."Lana," he began, "I know you might suspect me—think I’m behind the kidnapping, that I set up Mark for this."He paused, taking a sharp breath. "I’ll admit, I wanted Maximum dead. But not at the cost of your life. I won’t put you in danger to achieve my goals."My heart raced. I had never expected him to confess that he wanted Maximum dead. I wanted to pretend to sleep, but I couldn’t keep my composure any longer.Then, to my shock, he continued. "I know you’re listening and questioning why I want him gone. He hasn’t told you, but that bastard did something unforgivable. I won’t rest until he pays."I froze at his words, feeling a chill run down my spine. He sneered, "He killed my brother, and he has to die. Goodnight, my princess."In that m

LANAMy father leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He clasped his hands on the table and said, "Lana, you should know your mother comes from the Wilson family. Her background and social status are on a different level. The rich don't care about the poor. You should understand this by now."I fell silent, pondering his words. He continued, "The Wilson family is a nightmare. Your mother didn't care about my background; she was interested in me and our love. That's why I never mentioned my family to her."I recalled what Maximum had said about my dad's feud with the Wilsons and his possible manipulation of my mother. My heart skipped a beat.Dad looked me in the eye and asked, "Lana, you believe me, right?"His eyes were filled with expectation, and I couldn't bring myself to express my doubts. So, I lied, "I trust you, Dad."He nodded, dismissing me with a wave. "You must be tired. Go rest."I got up and left his room, but I couldn't shake off the worry about

LANAWhen I heard my mother’s words, dread washed over me. I looked at her, stunned.“Lana, please listen to me. Don’t marry Maximum,” my mother urged.I shot back stubbornly, “Mom, stop trying to scare me. I will marry him.”Her expression shifted to one of helplessness. Instead of shock at my rejection, she sighed deeply and said, “Don’t regret this in the future.”With that, she got up and left my room. The following days settled into a monotonous routine. Aside from meals and school, nothing noteworthy happened. My mother barely spoke to me, and my father was hardly around.After my college entrance exam, I returned home to find the house unusually full. Maximum, who hadn’t contacted me in weeks, was sitting in the living room with my father, who we rarely saw.“Princess, come over and sit,” my father beckoned.I glanced at Maximum. His face was expressionless, leaving me unsure of his thoughts. Reluctantly, I walked over and sat beside my dad. He asked with genuine concern, “How

LANAI turned to my father and spoke quietly, "If you're comfortable with it."His lips curled into a smile as he reassured me, "You don't have to feel restricted around them; they're all good friends."They promised to send the gift boxes to our home, and we returned to the private room to regroup with my mother before leaving together.In the days that followed, Maximum didn’t visit, and my dad didn’t come home either. When I went to see Maximum, I was told he had traveled out of the country.Upon returning home, I ran into my mother. She froze momentarily, then quickly averted her gaze and hurried away.Curious about her behavior since the night she came to my room, I narrowed my eyes. I decided to check on her and found her sitting in front of the dressing mirror, lost in thought, completely unaware of my presence."Mom," I called gently.She jumped slightly, stiffening at the sound of my voice. When she turned to face me, she forced a smile, though her face looked pale. "Lana," s

LANAI quietly stood, hugging my dad's arm, as we walked inside together. When we stepped into the large hall, I immediately noticed the stark contrast to the festive environment outside. Inside, the atmosphere was tense and somber.The seating was divided, each side fully occupied, yet there was a clear separation—no interaction between the groups. The air was thick with tension, almost like the smell of gunpowder.I glanced at my dad, who seemed unfazed, as if this was completely normal. "Dad..." I began, but he cut me off."Don't think too much, sweetheart. Today is your day."Taking a deep breath, I remained silent as he led me to the podium. Maximum stood there waiting, his smile strained, while my dad's face was expressionless."Will you marry me, Lana?" Maximum asked, pulling my attention from the guests, who looked like they were expecting trouble.My dad interrupted, "It's Lionel, Lana."I couldn't help but wonder how Maximum had convinced my father to agree to our marriage.