All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Shane’s POVCole limped in front of us, his cuffed hands bound behind his back. He was taking every step as if he were analyzing the pain he was in, the limit he could endure. I trailed him into Victor’s garage, Marco at my left, Caleb at my right, Rae lingering at his back. He didn't look at us, just kept staring straight ahead, his back rigid.Victor was there in the office doorway the moment Cole stepped out into the open yard. He was shocked at the sight of him being dragged, so he reacted exactly how I expected. He bolted.“Not so fast,” I gritted, grabbing a nearby tire. I launched it as hard as I could. The tire struck Victor right in the back. He stumbled, fell over a toolbox, and hit the concrete floor. Caleb was right there to pin him before he could move.Cole barely reacted. But his eyes darted to Rae, seething with fury. “You… you actually set me up?” he hissed, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth.Rae didn't blink. “Yes,”She had no emotions in his voice and I fe

Meredith's POVThe moment my eyes locked onto his, he didn't look haunted or guilty. He looked… resigned.This was not right. Not for him.And in this quiet resignation, I finally saw it.He had accepted something that I had not yet discovered.“Where were you really tonight?” I asked.“Out,” he said flatly.“That’s not an answer.”“That’s all you’re getting.”He tried to step around me, but I stood my ground. His jaw clenched, a muscle pulsating there, there, again. He was not angry. He was attempting not to explode.“Did someone see you?” I asked.“No.”“Did someone follow you?”“No.”“Did you—”He interrupted me. “I would know if someone did,” he said.“I seriously doubt that,” I said. “You're hiding something. I can feel it.”He exhaled a deep breath, as if the burden of something invisible had been weighing him down for the past few hours.“You know what your problem is?” he asked calmly.I smiled slightly. “I’m sure you will enlighten me.”“You assume everyone around you is stil

Shane's POVVenus' smile turned evil and it changed into a loud laughter filling the VIP room. He was mocking me and each time I heard his voice crackle, my skin crawled. Marco shifted forward and his eyes were as cold as ice. “Watch it,” he warned. “Don't think I'm scared of you. You have no business with me. He does.”“Ah, that's where you're wrong. Shane's family and anyone who takes something from my family has taken something from me,” Marco responded. For a fleeting second, Venus' eyes gave out his fear but he covered them. “Your surnames are very different,” he said and sipped his wine. “I am very certain I have no issues with you.”Venus relaxed in his dear, spreading his other arm to hold his weight, then he continued drinking. Marco's eyes flickered to me for a moment and I knew what to do. “Maybe, I wasn't clear the first time. I'll be more direct this time. Where are my kids?”“Kids? Oh, those little creatures. I had no idea they were yours,” he said. “But…if you want

Shane's POVThe red spot on my monitor blinked once and was gone.“The signal's gone,” one of the police officers said.“Run the coordinates again,” I urged, leaning forward to emphasize my point.The tech team huddled in the back of the van, their fingers flying against keyboards. It was late at night and very quiet out, only the thrums of engines and static from the radio breaking the stillness. I knew each moment was a time wasted.“He'll change his route,” Reynolds said, standing upright.“Or double back,” I said.The officer driving looked through the rear mirror. “Sir, what's our next step?”“You put the tracker,” Reynolds said to me. “What was his course before it went down?”“Northwest highway,” I said. “If he's headed in that direction, then he would have some covers before he starts moving again.”Reynolds nodded once. “Then that is where we’re going.”~The engines roared.We proceeded in a caravan of cars down the dark road. I was sitting in front and kept my gaze on my mo

LUCY’S POVI was scared to my bones. Nothing could calm me down. I stood in the hallway outside the surgical wing. My hands felt stiff and I prayed.“What is taking so long?” I complained, pacing.“Lucy, you're stressing. You need to sit,” Dwayne said to me.“How can I not stress? He's in the operating room.”“I know,” he answered.“And he's—”Dwayne cut me off. “Nope. No negative thoughts. The doctor said it wasn't a complex surgery and no vital organs were hit, so he's safe.”“But what if—”“No ifs. Don't even think about it. Come sit,” Dwayne said, his voice clear and kind.My eyes leaned on the chair but I didn't go to it. It was much better standing.“Lucy,” he called.“Nah. I'm fine. I'll sit when my legs hurt,” I said, feeling the heel starting to hurt my ankle.“Are you sure? Your ankle is kinda red and the heel is damn high so…”I didn't say anything and kept still, my arms crossed. He gave up knowing I wouldn't change my mind.I waited, and the time seemed to stretch longer.