Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beast Billionaire Claim : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The throne room had never known such stillness.In years past, the hall had echoed with disputes between nobles, the clash of councilors’ voices, and the laughter of courtiers who thought themselves immortal in the glow of chandeliers. Tonight, however, the silence pressed like a weight upon the stone. Every column, every banner, seemed to lean inward, listening. Even the guards, standing at rigid attention along the walls, kept their breaths shallow, as though to inhale too loudly would offend the dead.Moonlight washed the chamber pale, streaming through the tall windows and cutting across the dais where the crown lay. The object was small compared to the vast room, yet it seemed to command the space—the jagged circlet of iron and gold, cruelly forged, every thorn-like point catching silver light. It looked less like a symbol of rule than a predator crouched, patient and waiting.Zara stood at the foot of the dais, unable to look away. Her fingers flexed unconsciously at her sides.

The Vale slept uneasy. Smoke from dying torches drifted across the streets, carrying the scent of ash and sweat. Somewhere beyond the palace walls, a fevered child cried through the night, her voice thin as glass. The city was cracking, but Maxim’s mind was further gone than the streets he had once sworn to protect.He walked the halls alone, heavy steps echoing, his beast shadowing him in silence. It lived in the edges of him—claws behind his knuckles, hunger in his lungs, teeth pressing against the back of his tongue. Tonight it prowled restless, and no amount of steel in his stride could cage it.He had dreamed again.Elira’s face. Her voice, not soft but fierce, the way she had spoken in the Hollow before she was torn from him. The way her blood had lit the ground like fire. Maxim woke with that taste in his mouth—the metallic burn of sacrifice. He had expected time to dull it. But time only sharpened it, stripping away everything except the raw truth: she was gone, and he remaine

The great hall of Silver & Vale burned with gold firelight, but the warmth did nothing to ease the cold tension pressing down on the room. Ruby sat on the throne as if it had been carved from her own ambition. Her fingers traced the carved wolf heads on the armrests, nails tapping in a restless rhythm. Above her, banners hung heavy with the Vale crest, shadows twisting them into something darker than mere fabric.She had waited her whole life for this moment—yet instead of triumph, all she felt was the hollow echo of power without purpose.The whispers began as soon as the court doors opened. Delegates, merchants, and courtiers spilled inside, their voices sharp with discontent.“Taxes choke the merchants.”“Wolves starve while the council feasts.”“Vale bloodlines bring nothing but ruin.”Ruby’s lips curled in disdain. “Let them starve if they cannot learn loyalty,” she murmured under her breath.But she knew the truth—loyalty was cracking. The Heir Trial had left scars on more than

The square at the heart of the Vale had never been so full. Men and women pressed shoulder to shoulder, their breath fogging in the autumn air. Children perched on the edges of stalls, their mothers clutching them close. The banners above the square bore the sigil of the crown, though the fabric hung heavy, as if even it were weary of the weight it carried.At the center stood Ruby, the firelight playing across her features. The crown glimmered against her dark hair, but it was her eyes that held the crowd—eyes smoldering with that unnatural gleam, as though something unseen whispered just behind them. She raised her hands, and silence rippled outward.“They call me usurper,” she began, her voice carrying on the wind. “They say the Vale’s heart belongs to Elira, the saint of sacrifice. But where is Elira now?”A murmur rose from the gathered, some shifting uneasily, others whispering her name in reverence. Ruby let the sound roll before she struck again.“Do you not see? Elira was a s

The throne room burned with a fevered glow, torches bending in the draught of storm winds clawing at the Vale’s high walls. People pressed into the galleries above, nobles in their finery, guards at uneasy attention, and commoners who had slipped past the gates just to see truth or betrayal unmasked. They had gathered for judgment, but no decree had yet been spoken. Instead, a silence like a held breath clung to the air.At the foot of the dais stood Maxim Vale, shoulders squared, the Beast thrumming restless beneath his skin. His eyes flicked once to the throne—the Hollowed seat gilded with firelight—and found Ruby upon it. The crown sat heavy on her dark hair, jewels catching red as though flame lived inside them. Her gaze was sharp, too sharp, the whites threaded with faint streaks of smoke. She looked less like a queen and more like a storm given flesh.“You’ve kept them waiting,” Maxim said, his voice carrying over stone, over velvet, over the trembling of the crowd. “Tell them t