All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I was dumbfounded.No… no, this couldn’t be happening.She can’t just die like that. Not like this. It was too… simple. Too clean. That woman after everything she’s done, just slipped away without feeling real pain? Without facing everything she put others through?“That can’t be true,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.Ethan glanced at me. His jaw was clenched, eyes narrowed with concern. “Naina, stay here, alright? I’ll go out, look into it, get more information.”I didn’t move. I just stared at the television, even as the news anchor's voice faded into static.Then he switched it off. I finally looked at him.“You don’t think it’s true… right?” I asked, almost desperate for him to say no. To say it was a lie.“That’s what I’ll find out,” he replied. “But you have to stay here. Please.”I gave a small nod, though my mind was already spiraling.Took her own life?No.No, that woman doesn’t just get to bow out. She doesn’t get peace. Not after all the suffering she orches

There was silence then Mrs. Prescott shifted in place, adjusting the fur around her shoulders like she was about to continue some old fairytale.“Before I answer you,” she said calmly, “let me just finish my story.”She looked to one of the men standing nearby. “Get me a chair.”He moved without hesitation, dragging over a small cushioned one. She sat down like a queen reclaiming her throne, then looked up at me with a lazy smile.“Well,” she began, “that was how I managed to take Keith…..It was easy, you know. No one knew he existed. Not the press. Not the board. Not even the staff beyond a few maids. Still, I had to make it convincing, so I staged a burial. It’s funny,” she chuckled softly, her lips curving just slightly, “Kyle visits the urn every year. Some random person’s ashes. He sits there for hours like it means something.”She smiled again. A real one this time. Warm. Almost proud.Something twisted in my gut.“Well you know while Kyle’s mind was poisoned, Keith was still in

“Kyle,” I called but he didn’t even flinch. His fist slammed down once more, blood spraying like a warning but not to him. He was far gone. Drenched in rage.Then—BANG! The gunshot rang through the room so loud it silenced everything for a second. My heart jumped into my throat, and I flinched hard, instinctively ducking even though I was still tied up.The man behind Mrs. Prescott was now pointing a gun directly at Kyle.“You don’t want me to do this, right?” the man warned, voice trembling just slightly behind the fake control.Kyle didn’t even blink. He turned his face, slowly, blood smeared across his jaw like war paint. And then he… laughed. Just a small, dry scoff—like death didn’t scare him. Like pain was too familiar to matter anymore.“If killing this fucking guy gets me killed,” Kyle said, voice low and guttural, “then so be it. But if you kill me before I kill him then I swear on my life, my ghost will haunt your pathetic ass till you piss yourself every night.”He turn

I reached for the dial in the car and turned on the radio. Static buzzed through first, crackling like the tension in the air. Then a news reporter’s voice filled the car, talking about some political scandal or market drop, I didn’t care. I rolled the button, skipping past voices, until finally, a song began to play.Soft piano at first. Then strings. The kind of song that fills the silence too well, like it knows you’re breaking and wants to be gentle about it.Kyle glanced at me, confused, his brows slightly pulled together like he couldn’t understand why I was doing something so ordinary. But I didn’t say anything. Just leaned back, letting the music float around us like a blanket.“It’ll be okay, Kyle,” I said quietly. “It’s not bad to let it out… to feel it. All of it.”I reached over and turned the volume up louder, loud enough to drown out the world if it wanted to. Loud enough to feel it in our chests.And then I unbuckled my seatbelt.I didn’t want to crowd him. I thought ma

Kyle stood up from the chair and walked out of his room, and I followed right behind. As we descended the stairs, Naky barked louder, pacing anxiously near the door. Kyle reached it and glanced at me briefly before unlocking and pulling it open.Standing there, was Ethan and beside him, to my utter disbelief, was Lucas.The moment our eyes met, Lucas stepped forward and rushed to me.“Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed deeply with concern as his eyes scanned over me like he was trying to assess if I’d been hurt.Ethan stepped forward too, eyes wide with worry. “What are you still doing here?” he whispered sharply. “But before I could say a word, Lucas suddenly clenched his fist and, without warning, swung.His fist collided with Kyle’s jaw with a sickening thud.“Kyle!” I gasped, and his head jerked to the side from the impact, stumbling slightly as he lifted his hand to his lips. A smear of red painted his knuckles.Lucas raised his hand again, furious, but I threw myself b