Semua Bab Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Bab 111 - Bab 120

"Well… go beast mode only fifty percent. Remember, I want to walk again someday," she teased, and he closed his eyes, smiling with emotion. "God, I love you! You have no idea how much I love you, woman!" he exclaimed, claiming her mouth once again. "And I love you," Allie said without hesitation. Scott responded to her words with a deep groan, burying himself completely inside her and starting to tremble within her. Alexandra screamed with pleasure, burning under Scott's body as he thrust into her again and again, completely swept away by the intensity of the moment. Both of them let themselves be carried away by the heat of passion, lost in the wave of pleasure crashing over them. Sweat ran down Scott's back as he moved with a frenzied rhythm, unable to slow down. His need for Alexandra consumed him entirely, and he couldn't think about anything but making her his. Their bodies moved like one, dancing an ancient rhythm only they understood. Time and space ceased to exist—at

"This isn't over, Alexandra! I swear you're never going to forget this day!" Albert screamed in desperation as yet another punch landed squarely on his face. Alexandra calmly adjusted herself in her wheelchair, watching with serene patience as the five human titans took turns quite literally smashing her ex-husband's face in. Eventually, one of them walked over and gently placed four of Albert's upper teeth into her hand. "Would you like the bottom ones too, ma'am?" the bodyguard asked with such polite sweetness, it was almost adorable. Alexandra looked at Albert. His nose was mangled and bleeding, his mouth a grotesque mess. His face was barely recognizable—since they hadn't always aimed perfectly for the teeth, she was pretty sure she'd heard the crack of his cheekbone. But the rest of his disgusting body was untouched. He wouldn't die—he'd just be hideous from now on. "No, this is enough. Now, boys, throw the trash in the bin—we're environmentalists, after all. Then let's go

Twenty minutes later, Alexandra was breathing more calmly, knowing she had secured good protection for Scott… but she was far from imagining how soon he would need it—just as she had no idea that, hours later, several days after the brutal beating she had ordered, Albert would finally manage to loosen his jaw enough to speak. And his first call was to the only ally he believed he had left. "You helped me get rid of her two years ago… this time it has to be final!" Albert exclaimed, hatred slurring through his swollen tongue. "It can't be that hard!" "You're right—it's not," hissed a voice on the other end of the line, "but it's about time you start solving your own problems, Albert. Take care of her yourself." "I tried, and it didn't work! I followed her to Switzerland, I thought she was alone! But instead, her bodyguards nearly beat me to death, and now I'm in a hospital bed…" he growled with helplessness. Thousands of kilometers away, Daniel Craig leaned forward in the chair

"What else was I supposed to say? I did everything for you, and you never even saw me... Until I realized I'd never be more than a friend to you. A friend you didn't even care about—you only needed me for work... so I decided to take control of my own fate. And now, finally, after all this time, I am—" "You're a damn lunatic!" Scott cut him off. "And on top of that, you're a murderer! You killed a man when Alexandra's truck exploded!" "No, no, no, no! That was Garrick!" "But you ordered it! Just like you probably ordered Alexandra's accident! Didn't you?" "So what?" Daniel shouted, completely losing it. "She was in the way, Scott! Always in the way. You wanted her, but she never really loved you—she was just stopping you from loving me!" "You're wrong!" Scott shot back. "I never loved you like that, and Alexandra has nothing to do with it!" "Well, that bitch is never getting out of that wheelchair again, and I didn't have to send anyone to do it! I messed with that car myse

Little by little, thanks to Jack and Sebastian who never left his side, Scott started to calm down. He had been incredibly lucky to have such a brave and efficient rescue team, and he was grateful they had gotten there in time. It also helped that the Assistant Commissioner showed up with a very distinguished-looking woman Scott also recognized. Daniel was taken away in handcuffs, but Scott also had to ride in a patrol car to one of the city's Metropolitan Police stations. There, he gave a full statement about everything that had happened—from the moment Daniel drugged him to the agents' rescue. The woman who came with the Assistant Commissioner also brought an impressive legal team who immediately helped Scott put together his official complaint. She assured him he had nothing to worry about. "Everything will be fine," she told him. "I'll take care of everything." But Scott knew that wasn't true. He knew he couldn't let his guard down. Daniel was dangerous, and he wouldn't