All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Property : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IN his dimly lit office, Carlson Jacobi sat, the flickering light of a single desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The room was filled with an air of meticulous planning, each detail in its place, much like Carlson’s life. He glanced at his watch, ensuring everything was on schedule. Satisfied, he picked up his phone and dialed a number."Kaylan, come in," Carlson's voice was cold and commanding.Within moments, Kaylan entered the office, his presence as imposing as ever. "Everything is set, master," he said without preamble.Carlson nodded, leaning back in his chair. "And the maid? Is she ready?"Kaylan gave a curt nod. "Yes, she knows her role. Everything will go as planned.""Good. We can't afford any mistakes," Carlson replied, his eyes narrowing. "What about the rest of the team? Have they been briefed?""Yes, everyone is in place and knows their part," Kaylan confirmed, his tone steady.Carlson allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. "Excellent. This needs to go s

IN his spacious, minimalist office sat Oswald, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the buildings. It had been a long day filled with meetings, negotiations, and the usual corporate politics. He leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a brief moment of respite before diving back into work.His phone buzzed on the sleek, glass-topped desk, breaking the silence. Oswald glanced at the caller ID: it was his mother, Lady Frances. He sighed, knowing this call was not something he could ignore. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone."Yes, Mother?" he said, his tone clipped and business-like."Oswald, dear, I wanted to let you know that I have hired a new maid," Lady Frances' voice came through the line, warm and maternal. "Her name is Maria. She is starting today, so please make her feel welcome."Oswald scoffed, leaning back further in his chair. "A new maid, huh? I suppose that is supposed to be exciting

THE sun had barely risen when Maria awoke, the weight of the previous night's events still pressing heavily on her mind. She stretched and took a deep breath, steeling herself for another day under Oswald's unyielding rule. She quickly dressed and headed downstairs, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.As she entered the kitchen, she found Oswald already seated at the table, his eyes fixed on a newspaper. He didn't acknowledge her presence, but she could feel his icy gaze piercing through the pages. “Go… good morning sir,” she swallowed hard as she greeted, he didn't respond.Not minding that, she moved silently, preparing breakfast with the same meticulous care she had applied to dinner the night before, making use of the new food timetable.Once the meal was ready, she set the table and served Oswald a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. She poured him a cup of coffee and stood back, waiting for any sign of approval. Oswald finally looked up from his newspaper, h

ROBERT sat in the dimly lit room, his frustration mounting with each passing day. Despite his relentless efforts to get to Oswald, all his attempts had been in vain. The contract had even been signed, and Oswald remained as elusive as ever. Desperation had driven Robert to consider more devious means to achieve his goal, he really needed to lay his hands on Oswald.He leaned forward, staring at the flickering candle on the table, as he waited for Hugo. The plan he was about to put into motion was risky, but he felt he had no other choice, and things were already getting out of hand.The door creaked open, and Hugo stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Robert. "You called, Robert?" Hugo asked, his voice laced with curiosity."Yes, Hugo. Have a seat," Robert gestured to the chair opposite him. Hugo sat down and faced his friend, then he let out a deep sigh.“You have been thinking,” he said.Robert hissed and waved his head.“What else is man expected to do? All

THE morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Oswald's penthouse, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern furnishings. The moment he noticed the girl from the previous night wasn't on the bed with him as expected, he quickly sat up, and looked around. Then he yawned loudly and slowly sat up.Now sitting at the edge of his bed, his mind became consumed by the events of the previous night. The intensity of his encounter with Isabella lingered, a mixture of satisfaction and something darker.Firstly, who was she? Was she really a business woman as she had said? Damn! He had even had sex with her, for the first time in years since Sophia's demise, jeez! He splayed his right hand on his forehead.He was still deep in thoughts when Maria, knocked softly on the door. He subconsciously looked towards it, and then hissed loudly, he had even forgotten he had a maid.“What is it? Come in,” he said and the door creaked open, Maria entered carrying with her a tray of breakfast, his break