Todos los capítulos de Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

"Turns out Max wasn't dead," Liam began, his voice shaking from exhaustion and fear. "I managed to find her. Max wasn't dead." "And the kid?" Cassian asked. "It's a boy, right?" "He's our son, Derrick," Liam told him. "When Max and I split up, she was pregnant and I had no idea until I found her. We've been in hiding all this time... but they found us." Cassian ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna need a beer for this," he said, heading to the minibar and grabbing a drink. "Alright, start from the top." For half an hour, Liam went over the whole mess—murders, schemes, thefts, betrayals. Cassian listened, occasionally glancing at the baby, who had started crying from all the tension his father was unintentionally passing on. "Alright, hand him over or the whole hotel's gonna know you're here," Cassian grumbled, taking the baby from him and rocking him gently until he calmed down. Liam sat on the bed and buried his head in his hands for a moment.

Alcott roared with rage, knowing that with that kind of money—and now forewarned—Liam Harrington could change his and his son's identities and disappear for good. "You know what?" he said with a cruel smile. "I can't kill your husband just yet... but I can kill you." He pulled out his pistol and pressed it against Max's head. "And then I'll hunt Liam and your son down until I find them." Max's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't flinch. "Wait!" Alcott heard Travis's voice behind him. "What am I gonna do?" Alcott repeated, his twisted grin widening. "I'm going to kill this bitch, and then I'll go explain to that idiot Garrett Harrington why he's getting his stupid grandson back in a coffin if he wants his money." Max's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. She had always thought Alcott wanted her dead to silence her, and it had struck her as strange that instead of killing her immediately, he demanded all of Liam's money. How did he know exactly how much Liam had made

Max screamed in desperation as the soldiers forced her face down into the dirt. She struggled, but eventually went still, her eyes filled with tears, completely powerless. "What do we do with her?" Priscilla asked. Alcott turned his pistol toward her this time—but just then, something started ringing in one of the dead man's pockets. Alcott reached down, pulled the phone from Travis's body, and read the incoming message. Without a word, he gestured to Priscilla, who barked orders for the men to lift Max. Then, without warning, she slammed her fist into Max's head, knocking her out cold. Max's last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was that she would never see Travis again… and would never be able to thank him for everything he had done. Half an hour later, back at the rundown shack where they were hiding, Alcott placed the phone on the table. Priscilla leaned in to read the message too. "Three million," she murmured. "Three million is better than a corpse." "I'

The caravan carried twelve women destined for the prince's harem, but all of them watched her with a mix of curiosity and unease—because His Excellency kept her under his personal watch. "It's too hot," he said suddenly, as if reading her mind. The woman looked up at him. He was standing in the back seat of the jeep, scanning the horizon for any threats, eyes sharp and alert. "You'd die before you saw another living soul," he added. "It's forty degrees, and the desert has a special way of messing with your head… It's like it's always hungry." "Who said I'm planning to escape?" she muttered. "You haven't thought about anything but that since we left," Omar said, lowering himself to sit beside her, studying her with curiosity. "You really don't remember anything? Not a single thing?" She closed her eyes for a moment, searching—grasping for something, anything, that might pull a fragment of memory from the void. But when she opened them again, her face was tight with frustrati

The Nubian stared at her, visibly impressed. She frowned. "What? You didn't want me to kill him?" "I wanted you to interrogate him first…" "Oh… my bad. Do you have another one?" she muttered, and for the first time in a long while, Omar felt someone truly understood him. "I think you've earned your name tonight," he said, pulling her into a fierce embrace. "Runi. My Runi." Runihura.Meaning: DestroyerOrigin: UnknownGender: FemaleTitle: From this moment forward, Commander of His Majesty Prince Omar Al-Kabir's forces.- Meanwhile, at the heart of the most violent jungle in North Novaria—right in the center of Nykar City—a very different kind of battle was underway. It had been four days since Liam had landed in the Novaria, and that was more than enough to put their plan into motion. Every step was precise. Liam and Leon had spent days crafting the ambush for Colonel Alcott. The strategy was meticulous, planned down to the tiniest detail. They'd even limited their hel