All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Shane’s POVThe man was tied to the chair in front of us, his head slumped. Dwayne stood by the wall, his bodyguards behind him, waiting.I shrugged off my jacket and folded my shirt sleeves. The air was heavy, cold. I grabbed a metal bucket filled with ice water and walked over. Without hesitation, I tipped it over him.The water splashed across his body. He jolted awake, gasping, shivering, coughing. His eyes flew open, blinking rapidly as water dripped from his hair.“Welcome back,” I said evenly.He jerked against the chains, panic in his eyes. “What do you want from me?”His gaze shifted, catching Dwayne. Dwayne smirked. “You’re lucky it’s not me handling you right now. If it was, you’d already be bleeding on the floor.”The man shook his head violently. “I don’t know anything—”“Don’t lie,” Dwayne snapped. “Tell us why you killed our father.”The man flinched. “I didn’t—”I stepped forward, cutting him off. “Your girlfriend’s phone tells a different story. You were active. Both

Lucy’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. My head throbbed like a hammer had been pounding it for hours. I groaned, trying to open my eyes, but the blindfold cut off all light. It pressed tight against my skin, itchy and suffocating. My wrists burned where the rope dug into them. The chair under me was cold, hard, unyielding, and my legs were bound so tightly that every tiny shift made me wince.I tried to breathe, but the air around me carried a smell so heavy it nearly made me gag. It was wet, rotten, and old, like walls that had been soaked in water for years. That foul dampness stung my nose, mixing with something faint but sharp—the bitter trace of cigarettes. I coughed, whispering weakly into the dark.“Who’s there?” My voice cracked. It came out small, shaky. “Please… let me go.”The silence dragged, stretching over me like a suffocating blanket. My heart thudded, and I pressed my bound hands against the rope, hoping, begging it might loosen, but it only scraped deeper into m

Meredith’s POVThe room smelled of wine and smoke. I sat on the couch, my glass balanced in my hand, staring at the red swirl as if it could swallow me whole. Raymond lounged across from me, his eyes crawling all over me like a beast waiting for its meal.“When do I get my reward?” he asked, his tone low and hungry.I tilted the glass and sipped slowly, trying to stay calm. “You’re insane. You haven’t even finished the work we agreed on, and already you’re demanding my body.”His lips curved into a cold smirk. “I did the first stage. That’s more than enough. I deserve something in return.”I looked at him once, then let my eyes drop back to my wine. Silence was safer than giving him the reaction he wanted.He rose from his chair and crossed to me. My grip tightened around the stem of the glass. When his hand slid onto my thigh, my stomach twisted.“When do I get my reward?” he repeated, voice sharper now, his fingers creeping upward.I slapped his hand off. “Don’t touch me.”He placed

Dwayne’s POVShane and I were sitting in the room together when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The sound made my chest tighten because I had not been expecting anything, and I reached for it quickly. When I unlocked the screen and looked at what had come in, my face went cold as ice.Shane caught it right away. His sharp eyes narrowed at me. “What is it?”I swallowed hard. “It’s Xandra. She’s in trouble.”He snatched the phone from my hand before I could say more. His jaw clenched as he read the message, and then he looked back at me in shock. “What the hell does this mean?”“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, my throat tight. “But whatever it is, it’s not good. We have to get back to the house now.”There was no hesitation between us. Both of us grabbed our jackets and stormed out of the room.“Keep an eye on Charlie till we get back,” Shane ordered Caleb. Then, he pointed to two guards. “You two come with us.”We moved fast, every second dragging like a knife through my chest.When

Shane’s POVI was breathing hard as I stood in the middle of the warehouse. I climbed up the stairs hoping silently for a miracle. I felt the sweat rolling down the side of my face. My hands were shaking but I could not stop myself. My eyes caught the open door and I stepped in. Then I started to tear through every box, every table, every drawer that stood in my way.There has to be something here. Somewhere. The papers scattered, and some tools clattered to the floor. My anger rose as I stepped on a wood. It cracked under my boots, but I kept going. I was looking for something, anything, some trace that would make sense of this mess.My chest burned and I stopped for a moment, gasping for air, my eyes roaming over the wreckage I had created. That was when I saw it. A small piece of paper lying on the dirty floor, half hidden under a broken crate. The corner was torn, the edges curled, but the words written across it caught my eyes like blood on snow.It was in red ink and very sharp