Semua Bab The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Daniel sat in his home office, the once-gleaming mahogany desk now a chaotic mess of papers, financial reports, and crumpled news articles. The headlines screamed at him from every direction, each one a fresh assault on his crumbling empire. The news of Jane and Diego’s engagement had not only shocked the public but had also sent a tremor of fear through the business world. Investors, seeing the immense power and influence of the Orlov name now pitted against the Crestwell conglomerate, were pulling their money out in droves. His phone rang constantly, a shrill, incessant sound that he had long since muted. He had once been a king, feared and worshipped in the financial world, but now, he felt like a pawn in a game he was rapidly losing. The very name he had so meticulously built, the name he had stolen, was now a liability.Lucy walked in, her face pale, a look of manic desperation in her eyes. "Daniel," she said, her voice a low, frantic whisper, "we have a problem. The media. They'

Dante and Jullie stood in the heart of Rome, the city's ancient history a silent backdrop to their modern-day hunt. They were a world away from the glamorous offices of the Orlov empire, in a world of shadows and secrets. Their resources, Dante's network of informants and Jullie's meticulous research, led them to a quiet, unassuming safe house in the Italian countryside. The hunt for Roman was a dangerous one, with every step they took a calculated risk. They knew they were being watched, but they were also watching. They were a team, a family, and they would not rest until they had found the truth.The safe house was a small, dilapidated villa, a forgotten relic in a world of luxury and opulence. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a chilling reminder of the dark secrets it held. They entered the house through a side window, their movements fluid and silent. They found Roman in a small, cramped study, surrounded by a mountain of files and a computer screen. He was a s

:Daniel Creswell sat forward in his chair, his fingers drumming a sharp, insistent rhythm on the polished mahogany desk. The tension in the office was thick, hanging heavy between him and Lucy.“Lucy, it’s been days since we activated our plans. Why are we not getting any feedbacks?” His voice was sharp, edged with frustration and impatience.Lucy stood opposite him, fidgeting slightly. She smoothed the material of her blouse with one hand, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I don’t think she bought what I had to say. I don’t think she believed me.” Her voice was laced with disappointment. “I never thought six years would change Jane this much. She used to be so gullible and all that, so easy to manipulate.”Daniel leaned back, a sneer twisting his lips. “She still is, but she has someone powerful backing her now.” He dismissed Lucy’s concern with a wave of his hand. “If she can’t or won’t help us, we should try and put a hold to their marriage. We should go public. At least this will hel

Jane settled against him, letting out her breath slowly. "Okay, babe."Meanwhile, Dante and Jullie walked down the hallway toward the study. The brief romantic intermission had given them time to compose themselves and organize their thoughts."Do you think they noticed the tension between us?" Jullie whispered as they walked. "Jane was definitely pushing for answers.""They're too focused on their own world to notice much else right now," Dante replied, running a hand over the polished banister of the staircase. "Besides, she’s right. We need to figure things out, not delay.""I know," Jullie admitted. "But what Roman said is heavy, Dante. It's not something we can just casually discuss."They reached the door to Diego's private study. Dante paused, his hand hovering over the handle. He turned to Jullie."I need to tell him about the evidence and the car crash first. Then I'll bring up Roman's theory about my past, but only the bare minimum. I don't want to distract him from Daniel r

Diego stood in the hallway, his posture rigid, the initial terror of Jane’s disappearance giving way to frustration and a sharp, brittle anger. He looked at the faces of the staff, his family, who were all gathered and awaiting his command. “Is it every time we will be looking for Jane?” Diego demanded, his voice dangerously low. “If I should get angry now, you’d all say that I am overreacting again.” Ma'am Rose stepped forward immediately, her expression contrite and deeply apologetic. “I’m so sorry for our negligence, sir. We should have ensured the gate was secure and that she was accompanied, regardless of her intentions.” Diego only nodded once, his eyes already focused on the next move. He didn't have time for blame; he only had time to act. Dante and Jullie had already grabbed the keys, preparing for the search. Jane’s Perspective Jane walked swiftly down the maintenance road, the rough gravel biting at the soles of her casual shoes. The darkness was thick, broken only