All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Everything only stopped when Alexandra shoved the divorce decree into Albert's mouth and growled as she wiped her hands clean. Albert Blackwell stood up, spitting out the bloodied paper, but barely took a step before Scott blocked his way again. "Don't even think about getting near her," he warned. "What the hell is wrong with you, you idiot?!" Albert shouted, unhinged. "Why are you still protecting her after everything she did to you?! Wasn't it enough that she cheated on you with the doctor?! Didn't you hear her say she wanted to ruin you?!" Scott's clenched fist froze mid-air. He didn't move, not even when he heard that. The only thing echoing in his mind was Alexandra's words the day he'd thrown her out of his life. "It's a trap!" "It's a trap!" "It's a trap!" "It's a trap!" "It's a trap!" His eyes met hers, and she smiled back at him with condescending calm. "Bas… let's get out of here." A second later, Sebastian Ricci's arm wrapped firmly around her waist,

She turned her back and headed for the door, but before she could reach it, Scott closed the gap between them and grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Allie..." His heart was pounding out of his chest, and there was only one thing on his mind. "Albert... he knew about the audio," he murmured. "I noticed." "You told me it was edited, and if he knew… If he knew, then...!" "That doesn't matter to me anymore," Alexandra said tiredly. "But it matters to me!" he growled. "It matters to me! Because if that audio was edited and I… And if he's the one who split us up—" "Then he did me a favor. If Albert is the reason we split up, then it's the only favor he ever did me," she said softly. For a second her eyes glistened, but not a single tear fell. "After the accident, the world turned into a very dark place for me—until you came along." Scott felt his chest twist at her words. "But in just one second, you stopped being the man of my dreams... and became the man from my nightmares." "Al

Alexandra slowly walked over and took the disc from his hand. "Where did you get this?" she asked curiously. "From the private investigator who—" "You had me followed by a detective?" Alexandra snapped, and Scott turned even paler—if that was even possible. "No! Well... yes. After what happened with Albert at the party, I wanted to know if it was true, so I hired a detective to investigate you… He's the one who gave me the recording and until today I had no idea that...!" Scott felt so stupid he couldn't even finish the sentence. "He's the one who gave me the edited audio… and today I found this, and I listened to it, and it had...! Damn it, it has the original recording, the real conversation you had with Howard!" "How ironic," she murmured. "You paid the very guy who deceived you. And even paid him to do it." Alexandra looked down at the disc with infinite sadness, then handed it back. "I don't care about this anymore. What happened doesn't matter now, because we can't chan

"You should've seen her, Grandpa. She's the cutest thing in the world." "Does she look like you?" his grandfather asked with a smile. "No, she doesn't look like anyone but Alexandra. But that's a good thing, right? Because Alexandra's beautiful," Scott whispered, voice thick with tears. "And she might be mine, Grandpa. Can you imagine?" "I thought she already was," his grandpa shrugged. "I want her to be. I really want her to be," Scott replied. "Then she is," Gerard said simply, like no further proof was needed. "But just because she's yours doesn't mean Alexandra's going to take you back." Scott nodded silently. His grandfather was right—his life was a mess of betrayal and lies, and only he could begin to fix it. Two days later, he returned to the Waldorf in one of the family's SUVs. "I thought maybe… maybe you wouldn't want to walk," he said tentatively. "Walking's fine," Alexandra replied. But when she saw how nervous he was, she asked, "Want to carry her?" Scot

Scott spun on his heel and stormed out of the boardroom straight to his office. He grabbed the documents he needed and drove home, clinging to his patience—getting arrested a day before resolving everything was not an option. Someone was clearly out to hurt him, and Alexandra was right: until he walked away from all this, nothing would change. The next morning, Scott and his grandfather met with Gerard's friend. Everything went perfectly. Scott sold the company for a great price. And even though he was leaving behind his life's work, he now had the freedom—and the funds—to start over wherever he pleased. Around 8 p.m. that same day, Daniel got a call to meet Scott at the airport. The lawyer was speechless when he saw Gerard there too—clearly, Scott wasn't planning on returning soon. "Scott, I didn't know you were taking a vacation," Daniel said as they greeted. "You going away for long?" "I'm not coming back," Scott replied, placing something in Daniel's hand—the keys to his ho