Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Kabanata 321 - Kabanata 326

Lawrence's embrace around Charlotte was warm and steady, wrapping her in the kind of comfort that made everything else—every doubt, every ounce of chaos—fade into the background. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the feeling of belonging. A feeling she'd been denied for so many years. "I don't care what that test says," Lawrence whispered against her ear. "You've always been my daughter. You know it, and so do I." He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his expression full of tenderness. "And now," he added with a grin, "we've got a celebration to get to. Please tell me there's cold champagne waiting." "Four bottles!" Liz's voice chimed in as she popped her head over his shoulder. "Ice cold! I swear—I put them in myself!" Lawrence threw an arm around her too, grateful. Because over the years, Liz had become more than an employee—she'd become something like the voice of his conscience. On the other side of the room, Conrad Pierce was losing it. He ran hi

Carly sat in the sleek leather chair of the study in the mansion that, until just twenty-four hours ago, had belonged to the man she'd believed was her father. She twisted the gold ring on her finger—the one she had no intention of taking off, even if she was divorced. It had a spectacular diamond, after all. Beside her, her mother, Doris, was lounging in the chair behind the desk like she owned the place. The tension in the room was thick, but neither seemed bothered by it. In fact, they almost seemed to thrive on it. "I told you, sweetheart," Doris said with a venomous little smile. "This is only the first step. But we still need every piece to fall into place. Claiming your spot at your father's side is one of them." Carly nodded, lips curving into a smug, practiced smile. Her icy eyes scanned the room like she could already feel the power in her hands. "And Lawrence Dalton..." Doris continued, eyeing her daughter with sharp calculation. "You need to win him over, Carly. I

Charlotte sat in the small waiting room, watching as her sister was processed. Carly, now handcuffed and stiff-faced, still tried to hold herself with that same old superiority—but her eyes gave her away. The arrogance was gone. All that was left was fear. Charlotte knew exactly why. It would only be a matter of hours and a few forms before the officers escorted Carly into a patrol car and drove her straight to prison, where she'd be spending the next fifteen years. The deal with the DA was airtight. There would be no parole board, no appeals. No way out. Charlotte inhaled deeply, like it was the first time in years she could breathe without the crushing weight in her chest. Jacob Letterman was beside her, calmly organizing papers back into his briefcase, as professional and unreadable as ever. "You should've let her go to trial," he said, breaking the silence. "With everything her lover gave us, any judge would've given her way more than fifteen years." "And she knew it,