All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Property : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THE morning began like any other for Oswald, his alarm jolting him awake from a restless sleep. He yanked off the duvet and pulled himself out of bed, the usual coldness in his demeanor settling in as he mentally prepared for the day ahead. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and started toward the bathroom, but something made him pause. His sharp eyes caught sight of the bed linens, wrinkled and stained in a way that only added to the dreariness of the room. The curtains, once a pristine shade of cream, now looked dull and dust ridden. He winced, a rare expression for the usually unflappable billionaire, a very rare one."How did it get this bad?" He muttered to himself, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface, then ignoring it, he dashed into the bathroom.Downstairs, Orlanda was bustling about in the kitchen as usual and expected, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread filling the air. She had just finished setting the table, carefully placing each item with a

THE very next morning saw Oswald running down the stairs in a haste like manner, his mind weighed down by thoughts that had kept him restless the previous night. The unease in his chest wouldn't subside. Sophia's memory, Orlanda's unsettling resemblance to her, and now, the revelation that Robert Bloch had been involved in the sabotage of his contract, all these thoughts brewed in him like a storm. There was no space for something as mundane as breakfast, at all.He had barely slept, his mind replaying the past, and now, he had no appetite. He just needed to get to work, to drown the torment in numbers and meetings. As he got to the last stair, his footsteps quickened.Orlanda was standing by the dining room, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched him approach. From the vintage she stood, she could oversee the living room and so, she could see her boss now heading towards the entrance door, leaving, leaving without breakfast. Huh! Her eyes widened. Had he suddenly forgotten

ORLANDA closed the door to her spacious, tidy room and leaned against it, her thoughts racing. Lady Frances had left the mansion not too long ago, leaving Orlanda with more questions than answers. The mention of her salary being paid into a new bank account had left her uneasy, a knot of confusion twisting in her stomach. "How did my parents change the account without telling me?" She wondered aloud, "and why would they? What is their motive?" She added.The idea seemed impossible. She hadn't authorized any such change. And why would they do something so drastic without even informing her? And how the hell did they even do it? And did they contact Lady Frances and let her into this? The questions were so much for her.She sank onto her bed, her mind a whirlwind of doubts and frustration. The idea of her parents taking control of her salary, something she had worked hard for, without consulting her felt wrong. She had trusted them, but this was different. It felt like they were making

IT was evening, the setting sun casting its golden hue over the city as everyone had begun retiring to their various shelters. Oswald walked into his mansion, his usual rigid expression betraying no emotion. Nathan trailed behind him, carrying his boss' stuffs and the lunch pack, but instead of heading to his (Oswald's) bedroom, he headed directly to the kitchen without a word. Oswald remained in the foyer, removing his coat slowly and glancing around. The house was quiet, as it usually was these days, a hollow silence that reminded him of how empty it had always felt, despite its grandeur.Nathan entered the kitchen, Orlanda was in there, busy scrubbing the countertops. She had been working for hours, still filled with the worry, anxiety and curiosity knowing what her parents did came with."Good evening Ms. Orlanda," Nathan greeted as he dropped the lunch pack on the part of the counter she wasn't scrubbing.Orlanda looked up, surprised to see him standing there, she didn't even kno

ORLANDA'S breath came in shallow gasps as she watched Carlson stride purposefully into the garden. Walking in like a dark shadow against the sunlit beauty of the place, his every step deliberate, his eyes fixed solely on her, a smirk on his face. The sight of him here, in Oswald's mansion, felt like a nightmare come to life.The shears she had been holding fell from her hand, landing in the soft soil with a dull thud. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest like a drum. Instinctively, she took a step back, her gaze darting around the garden, scanning for an escape route.But how was she gonna escape? There was none.The high hedges that surrounded the garden now seemed like towering walls, trapping her in with the one man she desperately wanted to avoid. Carlson's presence sent a chill down her spine, a stark reminder of the dark history between them.After that incident and favour in a disguise a few months ago, Carlson had made it clear that she owed him for saving her, and the price