Todos los capítulos de The Billionaires Game : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

QMelissa's POV It was me at the club some months ago, rocking a man with a very low dress that revealed my lower bum. My hands pulled down the dress in the video and I kept twerking. “Shit!” I hissed. I had been so drunk that night that I forgot myself. “Who took this damn video?”Then I remembered I had been with Petra and she was the one cheering me on the video. She had been the one to take the video but how was it on the internet at the moment? I texted her back. “Petra, did you send anyone that video of us at the club?”She didn't text back and my heart raced. “Petra!!!” I typed back and yet she didn't respond. I could see she had read it and it made me angry. “Petra. I can see that you have read my messages. Answer me.”“I sent it only to my boyfriend, I promise. I didn't mean for it to go, this public. I'm sorry,’’ she replied and I groaned. Well, now it was. How could she? Then I paused the video and slid my fingers on the screen. It took me to another post and it was ba

Shane’s POV “Mr. Shane.” I looked up when Dr. Richard called from the autopsy room. My fists were already balled before I got inside. The forensic pathologist glanced at me, his gloves smeared. “We found something.” “What?” I asked, hearing him flip the page to the next and read whatever was on it. “There were traces of poison in your father's blood. It wasn't fast-acting. That means it was slow.” “I know what it means. Can you get to the point already?” My voice thundered. The doctor didn't flinch, but continued reading the file and closed it. “The poison acted as very slowly masking it as a natural death. That was what caused his heart attack. I bet whoever did this has been doing for years but that wasn't strong enough to kill him so quickly.” My jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth would snap. “You said poison?” “Yes. It mimics heart failure. Anyone without detailed tests would have ruled it natural.” I slammed my fist into the metal table. The echo shot through th

Shane's POVHearing the siren from the ambulance wasn't helpful. I stood outside with Wayne, watching the paramedics carry the woman's remains in a body bag and enter the ambulance.The officer before me clicked his pen and flipped his notepad. His tone started off rasped and then settled to a judgy one.“Let me get this straight. The victim was with you in the private section of the café with your brother.”“Yes,” I answered, already knowing where the conversation was headed.“And you didn't poison her?”“No, I didn't.”“And she began foaming while she was about to divulge some information to you?”“Yes. We have gone over this four times,” I replied, irritated.His eyes searched me and I saw the disgust. It was more of him assessing me, and I knew he was making the usual judgment that rich men always get away with anything.“What was the information she was supposed to give to you?”“She said she knew who could have possibly killed my father.”The officer didn't look impressed. “Forg

Shane’s POVI rubbed my face hard with both hands, my frustration climbing as each second passed. The screen in front of me showed nothing helpful anymore. I felt like I was wasting my time digging for a ghost. I was about to push the chair back when the door creaked open and a male nurse stepped in.He froze when his eyes landed on me. His smile was faint, almost forced, and he asked in a calm but strange voice, “Are you looking for someone? I can help you.”The way he spoke, the way his eyes shifted around like he was making sure no one else was in the room, made my stomach twist. He was too eager, too quick to offer help in a place like this. I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head slowly.“No thanks,” I told him, my tone flat.His jaw tensed for a second, then he nodded and walked out the door. I kept my eyes on him, following him until he left. That was when I saw it.The edge of a tattoo. The dark lines peeking out from under his sleeve as he reached for the handle. I didn’t

Lucy’s POVI sat across from Melissa, my eyes locked on her like I was reading a book she didn’t want me to open. She looked down at her chicken bone as if it could protect her. I saw her fingers tremble before she forced herself to pick it up again.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said quickly, her voice too sharp to be casual.I tilted my head, watching her try to avoid my gaze. “Really? You don’t?”Her eyes darted back up, wide, defensive. “No. I don’t. You’re imagining things, Lucy. You’re making up stuff that isn’t true.”I leaned back against the couch, folding my arms. “I don’t think so. I think you’re the one pretending not to know.”She got up so fast her can of beer almost tipped. She brushed her hands down her jeans, as if cleaning invisible dirt. “You know what? I think you should go.”I didn’t move. I let my voice stay calm. “That’s what you want? For me to walk out while you hide again? No. Not tonight.”Her jaw tightened. “I’m serious, Lucy. You need to le