Todos os capítulos de Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

CHELLEY MORETTIThe meals are all prepared after spending about an hour in the kitchen with the chef and maids, directing every detail to ensure the dinner was perfection.I had personally overseen the preparation of Pan-Seared Wagyu with Truffle Reduction and a delicate Lobster Thermidor, accompanied by Saffron Risotto. I felt so elated; after the chaos of the day, I just wanted to sit down as a family and watch Cassian and Asher enjoy the meal I had poured my heart into.The doors of the penthouse swept open, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. Cassian stepped in, his presence commanding the entire room.“The penthouse smells delicious, Chelley,” he said, his deep voice vibrating through the foyer.The maids immediately scurried to his feet, working with practiced precision to remove his shoes and take his briefcase. I didn't wait. I walked straight to him, wrapping my arms around his waist in a tight hug.“I prepared all of this specifically for you,” I whispered against his

CHELLEY MORETTI I stood before the press and denied these allegations whilst Cassian stood somewhere in the back room waiting… at least I have his backing, and that he trusts I wouldn't do something despicable.Though my denial still didn't stop the noise, the public needs proper proof to back up my claim and I assured them that it would be properly investigated.We got back to the new heir's residence and the air in the penthouse was thick enough to choke on. The roar of the press still echoed in my ears—the flashing lights, the shouting, the way Cassian’s arm felt like a steel band around my waist before I stood before the world and denied being a monster.But as the elevator doors opened into our private sanctuary, the silence that met us was even more violent.Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, draped in a charcoal-colored silk that looked like armor, was Lady Dowager Claudia. I thought she had fainted and was still bedridden after I exposed her fraud. She suddenly had

CIERRA KENSINGTONS The sound of engines purring in my driveway was the sweetest symphony I’d ever heard. I stood beside the window, my arms crossed, watching as a fleet of pristine, high-performance vehicles were unloaded.The sunlight glinted off the amethyst finish of my new Bentley, fuck you to everyone who thought I was down for the count.Behind me, the new domestic staff stood in a perfect obedient line. I turned slowly, my eyes scanning their faces with coldness like I was a general."Listen closely," I said, my voice low and sharp. "I run this house. My needs, my schedule, and my reputation are the only priorities here. If Mr. Kensington asks for something that conflicts with my orders, you come to me first. Is that understood?""Yes, Madam," they chimed in unison, bowing their heads."Good. I’ve invited the ladies of the estate for a tea gathering. I want the terrace prepped immediately—nothing but the finest porcelain and the most expensive blends. You have twenty minute

CHELLEY MORETTII watched Cierra’s throat bob as she swallowed. She was trapped between the image of the "Saint of the Estate" and the reality of the predator I knew her to be. The ladies were leaning in now, their thirst for drama momentarily eclipsed by the sheer scale of the power play unfolding before them.I signaled to Rita, who stepped forward and opened the leather folder, revealing a certified cashier's check. I held it up just long enough for the women to gasp at the number of zeros."I’m not just here to drop a check and walk away, Cierra," I said, my voice projecting with the practiced clarity of a COO. "The Moretti family doesn't just throw money at problems; we invest in solutions. I am prepared to donate ten million dollars to the Kensington Legacy Foundation right now."A collective intake of breath hissed across the terrace. Ten million. It made the combined pledges on Cierra’s ledger look like spare change."But," I continued, my smile sharpening, "given the 'gra

CIERRA KENSINGTON "You absolute, brainless, pathetic excuse for a man!"The crystal vase I hurled didn’t hit Alec, but the sound of it shattering against the mahogany doorframe was a dangerous crash. Shards of glass rained down onto the Persian rug, but I didn’t care. My chest was heaving, my manicured nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood."Ten million dollars!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I pointed a trembling finger at the French doors leading to the terrace, where the high-society women of the estate had only just scattered. "I had her pinned, Alec! I had Chelley Moretti looking like a child-abusing monster in front of every major media outlet in this country! And you—you drunken, miserable parasite—you walked out there and handed her the knife to cut my throat!"Alec didn’t even flinch. He just leaned against the liquor cabinet, a sickening, jagged grin stretching across his face as he swirled the amber scotch in his tumbler. He looked disheveled, h