All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The corner of Madison Avenue and 8th was bustling. Right next to it stood one of the city's largest office buildings, second only to the HHE complex.Scott pulled into the parking garage and descended two basement levels, spotting two black vans at the far end. His grandfather stood among several men. Alongside Gerard was a tall, blonde woman in her fifties, composed and exuding the kind of quiet authority that could calm a man in the gallows.Everyone else was younger, bearded, and looked like fighting pit bulls.Scott exited the car and shook the woman's hand. She gave a firm grip and a confident smile. There was something in her demeanor that commanded respect—and obedience—from strangers."Mr. Hamilton, your grandfather has briefed me on the situation. Today, what we do stays off the record—no mistakes, no reports, no prior acquaintance, and you don't know me," the woman said curtly."I don't even know your name," Scott replied."Exactly. All you need to know is: we're going in, we

The van was flying—Scott could swear they were on the verge of crashing. He didn't care; he just wanted Alexia at the hospital as soon as possible. They arrived in the ER and rushed her onto a stretcher. "She was injected with something," Scott said frantically. "We don't know what!" He pulled the vials he'd grabbed off the tray from his pocket. A doctor quickly examined them and gasped as he issued instructions. "Possible ketamine overdose! We've got respiratory depression—prepare for ventilation! Take her straight to Room 4! Sir, let go of her!" —Scott hadn't realized how tightly he was holding her— "Let go! We have to move her!" Scott released her and an orderly pulled him away. "Move her now!" another doctor barked, and another staff member dragged Scott to the waiting area. It felt like his heart had been ripped out. He couldn't stop watching as Alexia was wheeled down the corridor and through the double doors. Minutes dragged into hours before his grandfather and

Alexandra Kingsley had died on the 26th of April, the day before her honeymoon. A year and three months later, as that man hit her in the head and kidnapped her, her last thought was whether she was really destined to die. It felt like life just wasn't on her side. And now it wasn't Albert and Claudia trying to kill her, but thieves and kidnappers tied to Scott. While Garrick drugged her and she fought back, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe it'd be better to just die already. But her survival instinct was stronger. Thankfully, somehow all those dark thoughts faded a little whenever he was near. Alexia could feel Scott's arms around her, holding her, though she couldn't tell if she was awake or dreaming. Another day passed before Alexia could finally sit up on her own and look at him. "Thanks for saving me," she murmured, and he stroked her cheek. "Forgive me for putting you in danger," he replied. "You didn't do it, he did…" Alexia grimaced and hugged herself. "I want

She was trembling. Trembling in his arms—and not from the cold—and Scott couldn't explain why that thrilled him so much. "It's not hard, Alexia. Do you want to be here or not? Do you want me to kiss you… or not?" he whispered. "You're not going to stop at a kiss," she whispered, and Scott grinned. "Of course not. I'm no Prince Charming, baby. I'm the Big Bad Wolf—especially when it comes to 'eating you better,'" he murmured against her lips. Alexia swallowed. It really was a tough decision for her. She had only ever been with one man—and he had betrayed her in the worst possible way. A thousand doubts clouded her mind, making her feel suddenly small. "I don't know if I'm any good at this…" she murmured, and Scott frowned, intrigued. It was strange to see her so insecure. "I can teach you," he whispered against her skin. "And I bet this won't be over in TikTok time." Alexia smiled. She knew she could leave, but the truth was she didn't want to. It was just sex, nothing mor

"Damn it!" Scott roared in frustration. "I told you this would happen—but you never listen!" Daniel snapped. "You can't be stubborn your whole life! Alexia Hartley is a nobody—with nothing. She was just a means to an end! All you had to do was take her to that fucking interview!" Scott slammed his papers onto the table and buried his face in his hands. It was a disaster—but the real questions weighing on him weren't the ones Daniel thought. "When will Gerber's decision come in?" Scott asked. "In a couple of days—by Thursday at the latest," Daniel replied. "But forget it. That man was already resentful after what you said at your house. You know what's coming. I need to start preparing everything—schedule a board meeting, figure out who runs the company while you're gone." Daniel stormed out, leaving Scott staring out the window. He'd faced bigger enemies—but he couldn't believe that a single man, a stupid immigration decision, could stand in his way. "I know why you did wha