All Chapters of Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Gabriel’s POVThey pushed me off the van as though I were some common criminal, a man stripped of dignity and respect. My body staggered forward, and before I could even regain my balance, my eyes fell on the massive building that loomed in front of me.The words CID Headquarters were boldly engraved across its face, leaving no doubt about where I had been dragged. The sight alone sent a chill down my spine. Seeing how grand, bold, and magnificent the structure was, I instantly realized this was no ordinary government office. This was a fortress of intelligence, precision, and silent power. And here I was, being shoved right into its jaws.The sliding doors hissed open automatically, and as I stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, as if every breath belonged to them now, not me. Two uniformed men with batons clipped neatly by their sides approached without hesitation. They grabbed me firmly by the shoulders, their grip a reminder that resistance

Gabriel’s POVThe spanner became bloody. My mouth became bloody. Right on the mouth of the spanner were my teeth, long and cracked like the size of a nail used to nail oak woods. The metallic taste of blood coated my tongue, and every breath burned my chest.Not only was I feeling the greatest level of pain from my hands, I was also feeling the worst pain ever from my mouth. The throbbing wouldn’t stop. The sting was constant, like fire chewing through my gums.He sat before me, calm and collected, as though he was not the reason I was breaking apart. I watched him taking off his gloves, his face unreadable, and then he puffed into the air as if this was just another day at work. He washed the spanner in some kind of liquid, casually, like it was part of a routine, before returning it back into the box. That simple action reminded me how many times he might have done this to others before me.“I promise you, if you talk now, there will be no more torture. But you can decide not to tal

Gabriel’s POV“You, you say?!” they laughed so loud again, and for a moment I wondered why my words amused them so much. Their laughter echoed through the yard, bouncing off the walls until it sank deep into my chest, making me feel smaller than I already was.It reminded me of the streets, back before my mother, Josie, finally accepted me back into her life. Back then, I had already learned how tactics worked. If you walked around like a weak bone, the streets would crush you and make fun of you. But if you acted tough, even when you were shaking inside, people respected you. That was the code. And somehow, as I stood here surrounded by killers and thieves, I believed the same code would work in prison too.“I said I can fucking work too and sustain us here together in this place, is there a problem?” I stepped forward, my voice breaking through the laughter.The man I faced was bold, towering, a presence that swallowed the space between us. When I stood close, breath to breath with

Eunice’ POVIt has been a week of peace and stillness. A week that felt like breathing for the first time in years. The news of Gabriel being sentenced to prison had spread across the internet like wildfire, making waves that could not be ignored. Almost everyone seemed to support it, and the comment sections were flooded with voices of relief.“He was doing too much,” they commented, their words echoing the same sentiment I had felt in silence. Yet even as people celebrated justice, I held myself back. Anything that had to do with me fueling the internet again, I did not want to be directly involved anymore. I had learned the cost of constant attention, the way it twisted narratives and forced blame on me when I least expected it.But in the quiet that followed, I soon realized something undeniable. With my status, I was not just another woman living her life. I had become a person of powerful influence. Anything I did, be it right or wrong, was magnified and supported by thousands w

Lola’s POVAnika nodded quickly, a muffled sound escaping her throat as my palm pressed firmly against her mouth. Her hands flailed weakly at first, then she tapped the back of my hand, desperate, urging me to understand that she wanted to speak.The vibration of her muffled plea carried through my skin, and for a moment I hesitated. Slowly, I loosened my grip. My caution remained sharp. Any attempt to scream, to call security, to betray me in this fragile moment, and I swore to God I was ready to slam her head against the nearest wall without remorse.Maybe if she ended up unconscious, I would finally have the freedom to do what my heart had craved for so long, to see the face of my baby again.“Okay… okay...” she whispered when I allowed her a little breath. Her voice trembled, her chest rising and falling as though she had just survived drowning.“You will allow me to see her?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly despite my effort to stay firm.She nodded frantically, her breaths s