All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The next morning, the hotel front desk let them know the lady was already waiting downstairs. But only Scott came down. "Your grandpa's not coming?" Alexandra asked. "He had a rough night," Scott said quietly. "He wanted to rest." "Then… we can do this another day," she offered. "No. I need to get him out of that hotel as soon as possible. He needs somewhere stable, somewhere comfortable. But I get it if you'd rather not…" "No, it's okay," she said, worried. "You're right. Let's go." She had brought an SUV, and Scott couldn't help but stare at the inside. "This looks like a toy store exploded," he laughed. "You have no idea what it's like keeping a toddler entertained," she replied. "I'm starting to get it. I still have ice cream in my ears," Scott muttered, biting his lip when he saw her smile. He pulled out the batch of brochures and she drove to the first address—but didn't even bother to stop. "That was it." "Nope. Definitely nope," Alexandra said flatly. "T

Scott shook the man's hand enthusiastically, filled out all his paperwork at HR, and returned to the hotel doing a little victory dance. His grandpa was as thrilled as if he were fifteen and had just landed his first job. The next day at ten a.m., in the Diamond Fast building, Scott came sliding down the hallway in front of Alexandra's office and burst in without knocking, the CEO's assistant chasing after him. "They're stealing from you!" Scott yelled, waving a stack of documents. "They're stealing!" Alexandra jumped up, shocked. He was barefoot, messy-haired, with his tie undone, panting like he'd just run a marathon. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I tried to—" "It's fine, Annie, leave us," Alexandra cut in. Once the door closed, she turned on Scott. "Are you out of your mind?! What is this? What are you doing here looking like that and barefoot? And what do you mean someone's stealing from me?!" Scott beamed. "Worst first impression ever, right?" he laughed. "Remember how you barg

"I swear I'll kill you, Hamilton!" she growled, trying to get down, but Scott locked his arms behind her back and kept her dangerously close. She was so beautiful, and he liked her so much—especially when she was angry—that he couldn't help but smile like an idiot while looking at her. "Get down slowly or you might run into another snake you won't like," Scott grinned. She did as told, but it didn't stop her from brushing against his very noticeable erection—which, by the way, he had no intention of apologizing for. They spent the rest of the night between Marina's room and Beast's little corner until they both dozed off on separate couches. The next morning, when Scott opened his eyes, Beast wasn't in his bed. He panicked and searched everywhere until he found him sound asleep at the foot of Marina's crib. Smiling, Scott leaned on the doorframe—and then felt a quiet tap on his forearm. Alexandra handed him a fragrant cup of coffee and stood beside him, smiling at the peaceful, sle

The little car began to glow softly in the dark with a blue light, showing off every beautiful detail. "It's gorgeous!" Alexandra said, admiring the miniature race car with the same number as her own. "I still feel like something's missing," Scott said. "But I don't know what it is... Hey, would you let me come watch next time you go out to practice? Maybe seeing you race will spark something... boss." Alexandra raised a suspicious eyebrow but then nodded. "Fine. Just pleaaaaase—can you wear shoes next time you come into my office?" she scolded. "Yes, ma'am! Whatever you say, ma'am!" He left, thrilled, and two days later Alexandra's assistant popped into his little office to tell him she had practice. Scott headed to the track and watched her test another model sent by the production department. He practically drooled watching her—she was amazing. He'd known it since the first time he saw her drive that Ferrari on a dirt track. She had a natural talent—and she loved it. W

Scott handed Marina to Grandpa and took off running after Sebastian. The two of them jumped the safety barriers, sprinting toward Alexandra. He didn't care how dangerous it was—he had to get to her. An ambulance could be heard arriving as several security teams rushed to control the situation. Scott saw her unconscious and immediately tried to find a pulse, frantically trying to react. "She's alive!" he exclaimed with relief. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian yelled. "Come here, now!" Going against every instinct, Scott backed away from Allie and ran to where Bas was pointing. Together they forced open the car's hood, and Scott watched him mess with a dozen tools and switches. "I'm cutting the fuel line so this doesn't explode," he explained, rushed. "You can't touch Allie. You just can't." "But—" "Only paramedics can touch her. You could make things worse," Bas snapped, still trying to pry open the door so they could get her out. Those few seconds waiting for the ambulanc