Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Savannah slammed the door of her office shut, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep the tears at bay. Her trembling fingers fumbled with her phone, and after a brief pause, she pressed Lena’s number.“Leave whatever you’re doing and come here immediately,” Savannah barked, her voice quivering, the edges frayed with despair. “Now!”She ended the call abruptly and stared blankly at the device in her hand. Her breath quickened as the gravity of what just happened settled over her. Without warning, a scream tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained.Her gaze shifted to the mirror on the wall, and what she saw made her stomach churn. There on her cheeks, bright and unmistakable, were Nova’s handprints. Savannah’s hands curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as another scream erupted. She swept her arm across the desk, sending papers, pens, and a framed photograph crashing to the floor. The chaos barely registered as she grabbed the nearest object, a crystal paperweight a

Savannah sat in the driver’s seat, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as her sharp eyes scanned the illuminated screen of her phone. She was looking at the address that Lena sent to her. Chelsea's home address.Savannah adjusted her cap as she sat in the driver’s seat, her gaze fixed on the small, unassuming house just down the street. The address Lena sent her matched perfectly. This was it. Chelsea’s home.She pulled her phone from the passenger seat and checked the time. Midnight. The quiet neighborhood was still, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. Savannah knew better than to assume no one was watching. She leaned forward, scanning the surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place, but her instincts urged caution.Exhaling slowly, she opened the car door and stepped out, her boots landing softly on the pavement. Her all-black outfit was meant for blending in, and she made a quick adjustment to her cap, pulling it lower over her face. With steady steps, she

The next day...Chelsea entered the company restroom. The day had been long already, and she needed a moment to breathe, away from work and stress.They always lingered outside the office, never following her into spaces like this, giving her at least a shred of privacy.The restroom was quiet and she was the only one in it. She sighed, approaching the sink to freshen up. She splashed cool water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at her seemed confident—untouchable, even. But there was a nagging sense of unease she couldn’t shake.The door creaked open behind her. Chelsea glanced over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the figure stepping in—a cleaning staff member, judging by the mop and bucket they carried. The person’s face was obscured by a mask, and the oversized cleaning uniform added to the anonymity. But it was Lena. As soon as she entered, she locked the door.“Good morning,” Lena said, her voice soft, almost pleasant.Chelsea nod

Chelsea’s muffled cries echoed through the water as she thrashed desperately, her bound hands and feet making each movement futile. The freezing cold was biting, her lungs burning as she fought to keep her head above water. Savannah’s men watched her with cold indifference, leaning against the nearby tanks with smug grins plastered across their faces."She's a fighter, isn’t she?" one of the men sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.Before anyone could reply, a sharp voice boomed through the room.“Freeze! Hands where I can see them!”The sudden command was followed by chaos. From seemingly nowhere, armed police officers stormed the area, their weapons trained on the men. The sound of boots echoed against the concrete floors as officers moved swiftly towards them.“Get down! Now!” another officer barked.The men panicked, some dropping to the ground immediately, their hands raised in surrender. Others attempted to run, weaving through the maze of tanks, but they were no match for

Today was Lena’s day to leave for the Philippines. After weeks of planning and keeping a low profile, she finally had everything in place. The ship she’d booked under a false name was set to depart within the hour, and the docks were her last hurdle. She moved with purpose, her dark sunglasses shielding her from prying eyes as she maneuvered through the bustling port. Her small suitcase followed obediently, its unassuming appearance belying the importance of its contents.The air was thick with the mingling scents of saltwater and diesel fuel, a sharp reminder of the risks she was taking. Workers shouted to one another over the grinding of machinery, while the towering ships loomed like silent sentinels against the horizon. Lena kept her movements deliberate, slipping between the crowds with ease, her every step calculated to avoid drawing attention.Her heart thudded a steady rhythm, but her face betrayed none of the anxiety bubbling beneath her calm exterior. This wasn’t her first e