Semua Bab The Billionaire Legacy : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mia's Pov.I planned itI planned his kidnap.The door crashed open with a violence that made the walls tremble.My hand jerked, the porcelain cup slipped, and hot coffee exploded across the tiles. The shards scattered around my bare feet, and for a second, the world went still.Then his voice cut through it, low and lethal.“Where are you hiding him?”Daniel.My pulse stuttered. My throat locked. I stared at him standing in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark and burning with a fury that felt like a storm aimed solely at me.“What—what are you talking about?” My voice cracked, thin and useless, but I forced a shaky laugh. “Daniel, you sound insane. I don’t know—”“Don’t.” His roar shook the air, silenced the lie before it left my mouth. He stepped forward, his shoe grinding into the broken porcelain with a crunch that sounded like bones breaking. His gaze was merciless, a predator scenting blood.“Where is Peter?” he repeated, slower this time, deadlier.The

Anabella’s PovThe iron gates groaned as they closed behind us, sealing my fate with a sound that echoed in my bones. The Hilux rolled into a vast courtyard, the tires crunching over gravel until we halted beneath the looming shadow of the stone structure. I clutched Peter closer, his small body trembling against mine though he tried to be brave.The doors of the Hilux were pulled open, and Daniel’s men ushered us forward. Their expressions were blank, unreadable, yet their very presence reeked of menace. I stepped out cautiously, my knees weak, clutching Peter’s hand so tightly he whimpered.The castle—or mansion, whatever this place truly was—towered above me. Cold, grey walls stretched high into the night, windows glowing faintly like watchful eyes. It wasn’t a home. It was a fortress. A cage built to trap me under the guise of safety.Inside, the halls were wide and grand, lined with chandeliers and gleaming marble floors. Every corner spoke of wealth and power, but to me, it all

Daniel's Pov.The house smelled of roses and candle wax, but beneath it all lingered the faint, choking scent of desperation.Mia had filled the dining table with dishes, polished the silver until it gleamed, lit every candle she could find. She wore silk—red, clinging, her hair swept up as if she were preparing for a night worth remembering.But when I walked in, none of it mattered.Her smile faltered the second she saw my face. She could tell. She always could. I wasn’t here for her. I was simply here.She fussed anyway, her hands trembling as she carried trays and offered words I didn’t listen to. I shrugged out of my jacket, tossed it on the chair, loosened my shirt, and sank into the sofa.Her eyes searched me, wide, frantic, begging for something—anything. Approval. Affection. A glance that meant more than tolerance.I gave her nothing.Because all I could see was Annabella.She haunted me now, more than ever.The image of her in the mansion wouldn’t leave me—her lips pressed

Anabella’s Pov.The sting burned before I could even process it.Daniel’s hand had never touched me this way before. Not once, not even back when we were engaged, not even in the heated arguments that marked the end of what we had. He had been cold, cruel with his words, merciless with his betrayals—but never this.My cheek flamed, the echo of his palm imprinted on my skin, and the shock rolled through me like a tidal wave. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. My body froze as though my heart itself had stopped beating.It wasn’t just pain. It was disbelief.The Daniel I once thought I loved—a man who moved like the world bent beneath his feet, who carried himself with arrogant elegance, who looked at women as toys but at least carried the decency of not touching them in violence—had raised his hand against me.Had I dreamed it? Had my mind twisted reality to punish me more than life already had?I blinked once, twice, but the ringing in my ears confirmed it. The silence that fell after

John’s Pov.It has been three weeks since the scandal.Three weeks since the flashing cameras blinded me, since headlines screamed my name like I was already convicted. Three weeks of iron bars and the stink of rust pressing into my lungs. Three weeks of watching my life turned into a circus.I thought I was ready for enemies. Power teaches you that. When you build an empire, you accept that vultures will circle. But this wasn’t a competitor challenging me in the boardroom. This was something darker, personal, and sharp enough to cut through everything I had built.My lawyer comes every morning. He lays out papers, motions, legal arguments. He talks, but I barely hear him. His words don’t matter. They always end the same. Another delay. Another denial. Another scandal dragged from the shadows. Pictures I’ve never seen. Bank records I’ve never signed. Lies piling up so high that the truth can’t even breathe.And behind it all, I see one face. Daniel.I close my eyes, press my palms aga