Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

AriaThe silence that followed the fight felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me. The two men lay motionless on the ground, their eyes wide with shock. I couldn’t believe how quickly it had all happened and how swiftly Marcus had taken control of the situation. His strength, his skill… It was all overwhelming.I looked up at him, still standing over the men, his posture tense but steady. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breathing shallow, but his eyes… His eyes were sharp. Calculating.“Are they alive?” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from the scene. My heart was still racing, my mind trying to process what had just happened.Marcus glanced down at the two men, assessing the damage with a critical eye. “They will be,” he said, his voice low but firm. He stepped back, his eyes still locked on the men, making sure they didn’t stir. “But not for long if they keep coming after you.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and took a step back, moving closer to him. I d

Aria. "My mind is stranger than mine," I muttered. The lady who worked in a bookstore attempted to pay her rent on time. Marcus didn't answer right away. The room was filled with screens, blinking lights, and a search for something he didn't seem to comprehend. His eyes were first in the air. It was disgraceful how he behaved, as if he sat quietly when the answers were of greater significance. As I stood, I pressed the button and said touch. "Please inform me.". Right now.”. He paused, his jaw tightly closed, and gazed at me. "This place was built to witness individuals like you.". "I'm not sure what that means because my heart dropped.". Like me?”. “You're not just anyone, Aria. Did our meeting happen by chance? (See description) Did you get stuck in this mess? He shook his head. "They've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time.". Years. You have something they want.”. The floor appeared to be tumbling under my feet. "What's going on?". Once more, he hesitated, and

Aria. My weight was like a heavy blanket in the darkness. Not sleeping. Not death. Just… stillness. My name was heard slowly, as if in a deep whisper. “Aria...”. That echoed through my mind.". Initially quiet but becoming more vocal.' “Aria, wake up.”. Despite my efforts to move, my limbs felt as though they were not in use. My headache. My lungs burned. I felt a dense fog covering my mind. It was like watching TV. Aria, let's make a move. Marcus. My heart surged. I forced my eyes open. White lights that were visibly visible penetrated my skull.' I trembled and attempted to sit up.' I couldn't. The warmth of the metal table was supported by leather straps that held my wrists and ankles. The panic hit me like a tsunami. “Marcus?” My voice cracked. "I'm here." His voice emanated from nearby. "Don't hesitate to move.". They drugged you. Me too. But I woke up first.”. I kept looking and blinked. He was confined to a chair across the room.? Despite his shirt being torn an

Aria. “Marcus!”. I was kneeling beside him. Blood ran through his shirt, dripping on my hands and leaving a thick layer of it. His chest rose barely. “No, no, no. Stay with me.”. He spat his lips and said, "I'm fine," while deceiving himself and coughing profusely. I said, "You jerk!" and my voice cracked. "I'm bleeding like the plague.". The man's voice, with his silvery hair, echoed through the speakers. "It was a touching moment.". This is what disobedience entails.' My thoughts flooded back to my chest, and I raised my head. "You pulled him off and shot you from behind.". Coward.”. He approached the glass with a sense of calmness and confidence. "However, you are on your knees.". As I stood, blood splattered from my hands, and his eyes were locked shut, I said Let him go. Let her go.”. "You've become sharper," he said with a smile. Is it not too tardy? My hands were clasped tightly. "What are you seeking?". “You, Aria. Just like before.”. I froze. “What are you tal

Aria. "Return, please?" I muttered, my voice hurting. "Do you want me to return to the place where I was once a weapon?". The unadorned man with silver hair answered, "Yes," and proceeded to explain that the walls still hold the key to freedom. And to your destruction.”. My hands were shaking. Not from fear but from rage. Marcus sat on my back and exclaimed, "You're insane.". It's crawling around with guards, sensors, and technology that can detect your heartbeat from a distance of ten feet. The man replied, "I understand, but there's one thing that went unplanned.". He looked at me. “She's not their weapon anymore.”. My breath caught. I wanted to scream. To cry. To break something. I was after information.? Especially, what... Why me? Why did I opt for this particular method of building? What led them to destroy everything that was dearest to me? I looked between them. “Where is it?” I asked. With a grimace on his lips, the man smiled. “Underground. Beneath the main