All Chapters of Engaged To The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter Fifty One- The Raid

Alexander's POV The iron gates of Pier 41 didn’t stand a chance.The lead SUV in our convoy—an armored escalade reinforced with steel plating—slammed into the chain-link barrier at sixty miles per hour. Metal shrieked and tore, sparks showering the wet asphalt like fireworks.We didn’t slow down. We roared onto the docks, tires skidding on the slick concrete.“Target structure ahead!” Christian shouted from the front seat, racking the slide of his rifle. “North side. Three hostiles visible on the perimeter.”I didn’t wait for the car to stop.“Go,” I ordered into my comms. “Clear a path.”The convoy screeched to a halt in a V-formation around the entrance of the canning warehouse. Before the wheels stopped turning, my team was out.Gunfire erupted instantly.It was deafening. The mercenaries guarding the door opened fire, bullets pinging

Chapter Fifty Two- Things We Hold Dear

AlexanderThe double doors to the trauma unit slammed open, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the sterile corridor.“Move!” I roared, my voice raw, tearing through the polite silence of the hospital.I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t care about the nurses gasping or the security guards reaching for their radios. All I cared about was the woman in my arms and the blood soaking through my shirt—hot, sticky, and terrified.“Trauma One!” a doctor shouted, sprinting toward us. “Get her on the gurney! Now!”I slammed Eliana down onto the stretcher. Her hand flopped lifelessly against the metal rail, her beautiful silver dress shredded and stained crimson.“She’s hemorrhaging,” I snarled, grabbing the doctor by his scrubs. “Save her. You understand me? If she dies, this whole hospital burns.”“Sir, let go!”“Xander!” Da

Chapter Fifty Three- The One To Blame

Alexander's POVThe sound of a heart breaking is quiet.It wasn’t a scream. It wasn’t a wail. It was a low, ragged sound that came from the back of Eliana’s throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated ruin.I sat in the plastic chair next to her hospital bed, my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped so tight the knuckles were white.I watched her fall apart.She was curled on her side, facing away from me, her knees pulled up to her chest in a fetal ball. Her shoulders shook with every sob. The hospital gown had slipped slightly, revealing the dark, ugly bruise blooming on her shoulder blade where Arnett had slammed her into the ground.Every tremor in her body felt like a physical blow to mine.“Eliana,” I whispered. My voice was wrecked. Useless.She didn’t answer. She just cried.It wasn’t the crying of a woman who was sad. It was the crying of a mother who was empty.I looked at the IV line snake into her hand. I looked at the sling immobilizing her arm. I looked at the flatness of her s

Chapter Fifty Four- The Downfall Of The Enemy

Alexander's POV Grief is a heavy, suffocating blanket. It makes you want to sleep. It makes you want to sit in the dark and stare at a wall until the world stops spinning.But rage?Rage is fuel. It is high-octane, dirty, and inexhaustible.I walked out of the Hospital at 6:00 AM. The rain had stopped, leaving the city slick and gray, smelling of ozone and exhaust. I hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours. My eyes felt like they were filled with sand, and there was a permanent, metallic taste of bitterness on my tongue.Eliana was sedated, sleeping through the physical aftermath of the D&C. I had kissed her forehead, whispered a promise she couldn’t hear, and walked out.I wasn’t Alexander the husband right now. I wasn’t the grieving father.I was the CEO of Grayson Enterprises. And I was about to commit a massacre.Christian was waiting by the curb, leaning against the armored SUV. He was typing on a tablet, his face illuminated by the blue glow. He looked up as I approached. He didn't as

Chapter Fifty Five- The Confession

Eliana's “Just one bite, Eliana. Please.”I stared at the fork hovering in front of my lips. Scrambled eggs. Fluffy, yellow, steaming slightly. They looked perfect. Alexander had made them himself; I knew because I had heard the clatter of pans from the kitchen for the last hour, a domestic symphony that felt entirely at odds with the hollowness inside my chest.“I’m not hungry,” I whispered, turning my head away toward the rain-streaked window of the penthouse bedroom.“I didn’t ask if you were hungry. I asked you to eat.”His voice was gentle, but there was that underlying steel, the command that usually made my spine straighten. Today, it just made me tired.I felt the mattress dip as he sat closer. He set the fork down on the tray but didn’t move away. His hand—large, warm, and calloused—came up to cup my jaw, turning my face back toward him.“You lost a lot of blood,” Alexander said softly, his thumb brushing over the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “You need the protein. If you

Chapter Fifty Six- Surviving The Breakup

Eliana's I woke up to the smell of burning Teflon and the sound of someone swearing aggressively in three different languages.“Son of a bitch! Why do they make these things so slippery if nothing stays on them?”I cracked one eye open.I wasn’t in the penthouse. I wasn’t in the hospital. I was on a lumpy beige sofa in the West Village, buried under a mountain of knitted blankets that smelled like vanilla candles and cheap wine.Katherine’s apartment.“You’re awake!”Katherine popped her head over the kitchen island. She was wearing a silk kimono that looked like it had been stolen from a 1920s opium den, and her hair was wrapped in a towering towel turban. She was holding a spatula like a weapon.“I’m awake,” I croaked. My throat was dry, and my body felt heavy, like I was wearing a lead suit. The cramping in my stomach was a dull, constant ache—a reminder of everything I had lost—but it was bearable today.“Good, because I tried to make you an egg white omelet to help with the ‘hea

Chapter Fifty Seven- The Ultimate Prize

Alexander's POV The bottle of Macallan 64 shattered against the far wall, spraying forty-thousand-dollar scotch and crystal shards over the framed accolades of my career.It didn’t make me feel better.I stood in the center of my office, chest heaving, tie undone, staring at the wet stain dripping down the plaster. It was 2:00 AM. The city below was a grid of electric veins, pulsing with life, but up here, in the glass tower I had built to prove I was a god, it was dead silent.I walked back to my desk.I didn’t look at the quarterly reports. I didn’t look at the acquisition files for the Tokyo merger.I looked at the iPad propped up against a stack of unread legal briefs.Grainy, black-and-white footage from a street camera in the West Village.There was nothing happening. Just a quiet street. A stoop with a chipped railing. Two black SUVs parked on the corner—my SUVs.I was watching a building. I was watching her building.I was a ghost haunting the woman I was supposed to have sav

Chapter Fifty Eight- Realisation and Clarity

Eliana's The bed in Katherine’s guest room was too soft.It swallowed me. It was a marshmallow trap of beige linens and too many throw pillows that smelled of lavender detergent. It was comfortable. It was safe.And I hated it.I kicked the duvet off, my legs tangling in the sheets. The air in the room was cool, but my skin felt hot, prickly with a restless energy that had been building for five days.I turned onto my side, staring at the empty space next to me.There was no warmth there. No solid, heavy weight of a man’s arm draped over my waist, anchoring me to the mattress. No rhythmic sound of breathing that usually lulled me to sleep.Just silence. And the faint sound of a siren wailing three blocks over.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force sleep to come.Don’t think about him, I told myself. He lied. He manipulated you. He treated you like an asset in a portfolio.I replayed the scene in the penthouse. I summoned the image of Alexander standing there, admitting he had marr

Chapter Fifty Nine- The Attempt

Eliana's The first delivery arrived at 8:00 AM.It wasn’t a bouquet. It was a botanical garden.I walked out of the guest bedroom, rubbing sleep from my eyes, to find Katherine standing in the middle of her living room, hands on her hips, surrounded by white peonies. They were everywhere. They covered the coffee table, the floor, the TV stand, and the kitchen island. The scent was overwhelming—sweet, heavy, and suffocating.“I assume these aren’t from your secret admirer at the bodega,” I said, stepping over a crystal vase filled with blooms that probably cost more than my first car.“Unless Jose won the lottery overnight and developed a very specific obsession with imported Dutch peonies, no,” Katherine said, picking up a small card from the nearest arrangement.She handed it to me.It was heavy, cream-colored cardstock. The handwriting was sharp, angular, and familiar.I’m listening.- ATwo words. One initial.I stared at the card. My chest tightened, a mix of anger and a treacher

Chapter Sixty- Forgiving The Whole Truth

Alexander's POV I had spent my entire life building walls.I built them with money. I reinforced them with silence. I topped them with razor wire made of contracts and leverage so that no one—absolutely no one—could get close enough to hurt me.But standing in that dimly lit living room, dripping rainwater onto a cheap rug, looking at the woman who held my soul in her trembling hands, I realized something terrifying.The walls hadn't kept me safe. They had just trapped me in the dark.Eliana stood three feet away. She was wrapped in an oversized cardigan, her arms crossed over her chest—a defensive posture I hated because I was the reason for it. Her eyes were swollen. Her face was pale.She looked like I had broken her.“The truth,” she whispered, echoing my promise. “Start with the contract.”I took a breath. It rattled in my chest.“The contract was real,” I said, my voice low and rough. “In the beginning. When I sat across from your father in that boardroom, I didn’t see a wife.

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