All Chapters of LUSTFUL NIGHTS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE [ENGLISH] [SPG]: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Richard de Santos had been staring at the photos he took the day before for a long time. He hadn’t slept because of work. He just wanted to hand this report over to Mr. Samaniego so the man could rest and have his pick of whoever he wanted from the local bar. But for some reason, Richard found it hard to hand these reports to Samaniego.He had been thinking about it since last night. This was going to be a huge blow to Mr. Samaniego, and Richard feared the aftermath of his anger. He looked at the woman in the pictures and just shook his head. This case had somehow become personal for him, and he knew it wasn’t healthy.“Whatever happens, happens.”Richard de Santos drove to Diamond Building with the reports he had gathered over the past weeks in hand. He had to give them to Samaniego personally. This would be the last report he would deliver. The case was closed. The decision on what to do with the people involved in the death of Samaniego’s wife would now be in Jackson’s hands.He gl

Bree’s eyes went wide, and fear wrapped around her heart like a vice. She no longer saw the Jackson she knew—what faced her now was a monster. His electric blue eyes were dark, almost a stormy shade of blue.His fingers circled her neck, and Bree quickly grabbed his arm to try to stop him, but it only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes even more.“J-Jackson…” Bree whispered weakly. She couldn’t even manage a full word, choking with his massive hands around her.Jackson’s face showed no emotion. The only thing that bled through was anger. He was seething.“I-I can’t breathe, J-Jax,” Bree tried, struggling to get free, but he didn’t loosen his grip one bit.“Did you ever think I wouldn’t find out your betrayal? How dare you fool me, bitch!” He growled like a wild animal, and his voice made her soul shiver. Sparks seemed to fly from his eyes, and Bree was frozen in fear.Summoning the last bit of strength she had, Bree shoved Jackson as hard as she could.That’s when he finally let go,

Jackson downed his third bottle of beer for the night, and he had no plans on stopping yet. He wanted to drown himself in alcohol just to forget the anger and hatred toward the woman who had betrayed him.Yes, he considered what she did a betrayal, and that made him furious to the core. And when he’s angry, he can do things people wouldn’t imagine.Jax clenched his fists until his hands trembled. He wanted to shout. He wanted to explode just to release the pressure building inside him. He wanted to crash things, break stuff. If he didn’t let it out, he knew he’d lose his mind, just like when Katherine died.“Jackson, bro, are you okay? Your hand’s shaking, man. What’s going on?” Andrei asked, puzzled by his friend’s behavior. He had been watching him for a while and knew something was eating Jackson alive.Jackson only snapped back when he heard his voice. “Just mind your own business.” His words were sharp. He wasn’t here to open up. He was here to forget—but that wasn’t happening, a

Jackson’s steps were fast and urgent as he stormed into his parents’ mansion. His fists were clenched; he was furious.When his mom told him Bree would be staying at the mansion, he had doubts. And now, his suspicion had been confirmed. She let Bree leave.Now he couldn’t find her anywhere! And only his mother knew where the girl was. He couldn’t hire a private investigator—it would take too long. He needed to see Bree now! He wasn’t done with her yet.“Sir, good mor–”“Where’s mom?” Jackson cut off the greeting of the servant before it even finished. His forehead furrowed, his face angry. The servant swallowed nervously, intimidated by Jackson’s expression.“She’s in the gazebo, sir,” the servant replied, bowing.Jackson immediately headed to where his mother was. Sure enough, as the servant said, she was in the gazebo, talking to his father.When Madeline saw Jackson’s furious face, she rolled her eyes subtly. But that did not escape the notice of her husband.Mr. Samaniego knew ful

Bree swallowed all her fear and followed Jackson as they boarded a small yacht. If there were armed men outside, there were just as many inside.“Good day, boss,” greeted a huge man with a thick beard. His size alone was terrifying, made worse by the high‑powered weapon slung over his shoulder.Jackson only nodded and continued walking inside. Bree followed closely behind him. Before, Jax always held her hand whenever they walked together. Now, he simply let her trail behind him.The wind was strong and salty. Everything would have been perfect—if not for the situation they were in.Another armed man greeted them. “Boss, everything is ready. Boss Jackson is already upstairs.”Jackson’s gaze dropped to Bree. Bree’s eyes went to the gun strapped to his waist, then to the one slung over his shoulder. It was the first time in her life she had seen real guns up close. Fear tightened her chest. She couldn’t bring herself to defy Jax right now—she was too afraid of how he might react.“Did y