Todos os capítulos de ALMS TO LOVE: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

The police swept in quickly, securing Helen and her men, cuffing them with practiced efficiency. Helen struggled, shouted, but nobody listened. The balance of power had changed.Marie, with Candy clasped tight in her arms, was pulled toward the door, but before she stepped out, she turned back for a final look. The woman who had broken her life apart now had nowhere to go but sit back in her cell, surrounded by the law. There was a part of her that felt a chill of satisfaction at how the full circle had come round. But there was another part of her, still smarting from the loss, that wondered what on earth she was supposed to do now.What would she do next?“Let’s get out of here,” Charles murmured, his touch encouraging her to move on.Yet, as they stepped from the room and into the comparative safety of the corridor, a rush of relief and exhaustion washed through Marie. She had her girl back. But the way ahead of her stretched long, uncertain.The chill of the air seemed suddenly chi

Madam Jamaica stood still, her face impassive. There was no triumph, no satisfaction, only the calculating gaze of a woman who had watched many battles, but never a one such as this. She, too, had lost. But her loss differed. The loss of Marie signaled the end of a chapter, the beginning of another.Helen was nowhere to be found. She had disappeared into the aftermath of the chaos, melting away like a shadow into the night. The police had her men in custody, but Helen? Oh, she was already gone, her revenge accomplished. She had gotten exactly what she came for—Marie’s death.A uniformed man approached Charles, his face serious. “We have her, Mr. Billion. Helen’s men are arrested, but she is nowhere to be found.”"Yes," he barely nodded, the words too far away for him to comprehend. In his mind, his whole world had fallen apart, and there was no way that it could be restored.The paramedics put a white sheet over Marie’s

Meanwhile, in the storm of disarray and tragedy that continued to rage around the Billion estate, Helen was already one jump ahead. In the middle of the night, she was sitting in the darkened cabin of her private plane, the whine of the engines providing a constant accompaniment to her thoughts as she pondered her next move. The lights of the mansion were just an distant twinkling in her rearview mirror, hidden by the enormity of the darkness below.She looked out into the night, her eyes squinting as she watched the city lights blur into nothingness. She was so close to ruining everything they valued. To making them all pay. But it was far from over. Not yet.Her fingertips tapped softly against the armrest as she considered the recent scenes at the mansion. The sacrifices that Marie had made, protecting Charles and Candy, giving her life for something that she would never have the opportunity to see realized. A harsh laugh burst from her lips at the image. Marie had been no more tha

Simultaneously, Helen sat in her hideaway, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand, as she stared out into the richly appointed room through a large, imposing window. The estate she had purchased with a straw man identity was a really secure place, untraceable, with secure walls to keep her protected from harm. She was secure, of course, but she was also restless.Thoughts swirled inside her head as fast as her hands could not keep up. The damage that had been done was devastating, but nothing was finished quite yet. The Billion family was split apart, but that certainly didn’t mean that they were broken.not yet.She knew Charles would fight till the end. He was a man of honor, even if, at times, he did not behave in that way. Fiona would also rise to the challenge, but there were fault lines. Fiona had noticed. The death of Marie had created a rift, one which would not be easily mended.Meanwhile, back at the mansion, the police were having a tough time in their investigation into M

The room seemed to shrink with the weight of finality hanging in the air. Each and every breath was like a struggle, each and every moment elongated, dragged out far too long. Charles, standing behind the men, could hear the pounding of his own heartbeat resonating in his ears, and the agony was worsening. The walls were closing around them, both literally and figuratively, and the glacial stare of Helen was upon each one of them like the gaze of a predator considering its prey.“You should’ve known I was this stubborn,” Helen pressed on, her smirk broadening as she drew closer, never letting her gun waver. “But what did you actually think would happen? You think you could just come in here and show up this plan, this plan that you’ve let me make happen all this time?”Charles’s throat constricted. He was not used to this kind of helplessness, but in this instant, in the presence of Helen's volatility, there was no recourse but to play the game, wait for the opportune moment, whatever