All Chapters of The Billionaire's Blueprint : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~082False EchoesThe plane to Cyprus was quiet-eerily so.Bella sat near the window, thumbing through a dossier of grainy photos and intercepted audio. Across from her, Inez Talbot read a folded newspaper with the intensity of someone who still believed in footnotes. Her glasses perched halfway down her nose."What are you reading?" Bella asked, trying to break the silence.Inez didn't look up. "Horoscope. It says I should avoid hostile islands and overachieving women with unresolved trauma."Bella smirked. "That's oddly specific.""You're oddly specific."They both chuckled - a rare moment of light in a very dark sky.---When the plane touched down, a jeep waited for them, engine rumbling like a bored beast. The driver, a freckled young woman with a thick Scottish accent, offered them protein bars and suspiciously strong coffee."I'm Carys. You must be the famous fugitives with matching trauma bonds."Bella blinked. "Is that how people describe us now?""I mean, after the satellite

~084A Choice Made in CandlelightThe catacombs breathed with the weight of unspoken words.Candles flickered across ancient stone walls, casting shadows that danced like ghosts. Nova stood calmly at the altar-like platform, her hands loosely clasped. She made no move to stop Bella as she stepped forward, hood falling from her hair."Cleo," Bella said, her voice carrying gently through the hushed crowd. "I came for you."The young woman turned, face partially hidden beneath her scarf. Her eyes were wide - caught somewhere between hope and caution."You're not supposed to be here," Cleo whispered."I'm not here to pull you away," Bella said. "I'm here to remind you that you're not alone."Nova remained still, an unreadable smile at the edge of her lips. "Let her speak," she said softly to her followers. "Let's see who really listens."Bella stepped closer, her words for Cleo - but loud enough for the room."I failed you," she said. "I should've seen your grief. Your questions. I should

~086The Poison We InviteThe Cathedral felt different with Julian inside it.Not unsafe - but off-kilter. Like a picture hanging slightly crooked on the wall. Bella walked its halls more guarded than usual, her steps cautious, her thoughts tangled. The man who claimed to be her father had answers - but they came too easily, too rehearsed.Trust wasn't something she handed out like sugar.Elodie didn't trust him at all.---"His credentials check out," Elodie muttered, clicking through data logs in the tech room. "His face ID, fingerprints, even past employment with military contractors. But something's too clean."Mirabel leaned over her shoulder, chewing sunflower seeds. "How clean?""Cleaner than Xavier's old tux collection. And that tux collection survived a fire."Clara walked in with a tablet. "He knows enough to be useful. But I'm with you, El. He feels wrong.""Maybe he's just French," Mirabel added with a grin. "You know how they carry drama like a handbag."---Bella stood i

~088A Throne of AshesThe dress was silk. Charcoal grey with a collar high enough to command attention and heels sharp enough to double as weapons. Bella stared at her reflection in the long mirror inside the Cathedral's dressing suite, Elodie standing behind her with crossed arms and a no-nonsense look."This feels like walking into my own execution," Bella muttered."No," Elodie said. "This is you stepping onto a battlefield dressed like the queen they fear."Xavier entered quietly behind them. He looked at Bella for a long second, then smiled faintly."You look like judgment day in heels."Bella smirked. "Comforting."Xavier stepped closer, gently brushing a curl away from her cheek. "Just remember, no matter what they say out there - you already won."Her eyes softened. "I never asked to be royalty.""Doesn't matter," he said. "You were born to take the crown. Now wear it."---The Langford Trust's press conference was held in a private auditorium in Zurich - tasteful lighting, p

~090The Betrayer's BloodThe Cathedral had never been silent like this before.Not when Bella and Xavier first arrived. Not when enemies stalked its halls in secret. But now, there was an unnatural stillness. A pause before a storm.Bella stood in the war room, flanked by Elodie, Mirabel, and Clara. On the central screen glowed a biometric signature from the canister Julian had hidden - the vial Elodie found five minutes ago in a secret compartment beneath the west wing.Hope's name pulsed in red next to the data logs."It's synthetic," Elodie said flatly. "Engineered. A prototype from Halcyon's first-gen bio-weapons trials. Designed to simulate immune breakdown in infants-short-lived, mostly harmless... until it's not."Bella's voice was deadly calm. "Why the hell was it under our roof?"Mirabel growled. "Because your old flame left it like a gift-wrapped curse."Xavier entered from the far hallway, his shirt wrinkled, his jaw hard."He's gone."Bella's chest tightened. "What?""Jul