All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Meredith's POV My eyes widened and I blinked. He chuckled and blew another smoke. “I knew it. You're always fast to kill someone but you don't like to get your hands dirty. Well, sweetheart. I am not dying anytime soon. You'll have to get a stronger plan to knock me out. At least after you have gotten rid of the problems.” “Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't thinking of such.” “Then what? I find it hard to think you'll wish me a long life,” he said, blowing another smoke. “It's nothing,” I answered. “Yeah, I'm sure it is.” “Can you shut up?” “No. Not right now.” “Ugh,” I groaned, scattering my hair with my hands. Nothing was going exactly I wanted it to. This was a big problem. “Are you done thinking? Or do I do to for you?” Raymond voice went raspy and slutty. “No. I would like it if you shut the fuck up,” I blared. He didn't like it and moved quick. Before I could stop him, his hand was on my neck, choking me. I reached out with my hands trying to get his hand off. My breathing

Raymond's POV“I must have been out of my mind,” I told myself as I stepped out of the black van parked a few meters from St. Mark’s Hospital. My men followed close behind, their eyes alert, their mouths shut.I led them through the rear service entrance. I had walked these halls in my mind a hundred times already, thanks to the spy who mapped every passage for me. At night the hospital felt like another world, quiet but alive, filled with machines breathing and walls humming.No one stopped us. The security guard at the desk barely looked up from his coffee. That was fine with me. We looked like ordinary men in casual clothes, nothing too dark or suspicious. Two of my men pushed a crate of supplies to make us blend in better. The wheels squeaked, but the sound was nothing compared to the buzzing lights above.We moved quickly, slipping into a locker room I had picked from the map. The smell of sweat and soap clung to the air. The doors clanged softly when we pushed them open. We were

Shane's POVI sighed, letting out my breath and pushed my first foot out of the car, then the second.Rays of flashlights came to my face and I endured it. I closed the car door and took a step forward, walking towards my company. Caleb came forward, trying to make way for me to move from the boarding press.“Is it true that your wife has been kidnapped, Mr. Shane?” One of the reporters asked, shoving a microphone to my face.“How is the investigation going?”“It’s a rumor that you aren’t bothered. Can you explain to us?”“Some people said you might have orchestrated everything because you also hate your brother and want to make him get his hands off the company’s shares and stocks. Is this true?”If I wasn’t trying so hard to be quiet and calm, I would have told the reporter to get a life.“Please, move,” Caleb said, and tried making an easy pass, but they kept pushing forward and blocking the way.The other bodyguards ran towards me and started to push the reporters away, making the

Melissa’s POVShit! I can’t go back. What if they find me? They won’t spare me. Is Dwayne behind it? Because I told Lucy about the pregnancy? But he doesn’t have that much power to… oh, no. Shane. I totally forgot about Shane. Quick. I need to leave. I need to…The doorbell rang and my heart skipped a beat. I was doomed. Who was it? Was it the police? Had they traced me here so quickly? But I was sure I had my cover. Oh God. I didn’t plan for this. I should have thought about all of it. Why did I even do it? Now, I’m caught up in this mess. I don’t want to end up in jail. Someone save me. Who do I call?My mind was a mess. I was breathing fast and rashly as I stared at the door. I couldn’t think straight. The doorbell came again and my mind jumped once more. If that was the police, then I wasn’t going to open up. I would rather die in this room for eternity.The bell rang again and I hastily got to my feet. I felt like crying. Then, came the knocking. Shit. This was getting real. What

Shane’s POV“I don't trust him,” I said, watching Dwayne.“Who?” he asked.“That damn officer.”“You mean Cole,” Dwayne answered.“He acts suspicious,” I replied.“He’s doing his job,” Dwayne replied, but when I raised my eyebrow, he smiled. “Maybe a little bit too much.”“You think? He’s been against me since the first day.”“Shane, not everyone is going to like you.”“I don't need him to like me. We are both suspects. Why doesn’t he treat you the same way?”“Are you saying I might have a hand in this?” Dwayne questioned. I held back the urge to roll my eyes. It didn’t work.My eyes hit the back of my head. If I had thought he was smart enough to do this, then I wouldn’t need to check every other place to find who kidnapped our partners.“You make me tired,” I breathed.“Isn't that the work of every sibling?”“We're no longer kids,” I said, and he smiled.“Doesn't mean we can't have fun.”“Dwayne, no. We're adults and should act like one.”His tongue-clicking twitch and twist of his