All Chapters of Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The five-minute countdown had reached zero. Mace was still sitting in his chair, swirling his whiskey, looking satisfied. Zayn had the gun pressed firmly against Mia's temple, enjoying the power. Victor was coordinating with his men, positioning them around the hall. None of them saw it coming. The first gunshot came from an unexpected angle a window high above the main entrance. CRACK One of the gang members guarding the north door suddenly jerked and fell, clutching his shoulder. His rifle clattered to the floor. Before anyone could process what happened, more shots rang out from different directions. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK Four more gang members went down in rapid succession—shoulder shots, hand shots, leg shots. With accuracy only to incapacitate, not kill. Kira, Brian, and Andrian's six-man team had arrived. They burst through multiple entrances simultaneously—the main doors, side exits, service corridors. Some had been stationed above on the mezzanine level. Others h

Brian and Kira had their weapons aimed on their targets—Brian on Zayn, Kira on Victor. Their fingers were steady on the triggers, waiting for the right moment to take the shot. But Andrian barely cared about them. His rage, his focus, his entire attention was locked on one person. Mace. The man who'd killed their own people and orchestrated this nightmare. Andrian's eyes swept the smoky hall, searching through the chaos, for that familiar silhouette. "Where is he?" Andrian muttered, moving through the thinning smoke. "Where the hell is Mace?" Kira's voice crackled through his earpiece. "Andrian, I don't have eyes on him. He's not with Zayn or Victor—" "Everyone find him," Andrian snapped. "NOW." He ordered the rest of his guys But Mace was already gone. While everyone had been focused on neutralizing the gang members, while the smoke had provided cover, Mace had slipped away. He'd moved through the chaos like a ghost, abandoning Zayn and Victor without a second thought. Be

Back in StarField City The hospital waiting room was filled with an exhausted and active nurse in group. Patients were moving around the hospital. Andrian sat in a chair near the window, still wearing his bloodstained wedding clothes. He only had is singlet on as he had used white shirt for Marvin's wound. He hadn't moved in hours. His hands were clasped together, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. Sarah sat nearby, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She'd been silent for the past hour, just staring at her hands. Then she stood up again paced back and forth, unable to sit still, her face pale and drawn. On the television mounted in the corner, the news was playing on loop. "BREAKING NEWS: Biggest Heist in Decades - Wealthy Families Robbed at Island Wedding" The anchor's voice was grave as footage played-blurred images of the island venue, police boats, ambulances. "Armed robbers targeted a private wedding on Richardson Island last night, holding over 300 guests host

Andrian, Kira, and Fidelia sat in tense silence as the car moved through the city streets. The driver-one of Andrian's remaining loyal security team kept his eyes on the road, giving them privacy. Brian had called an hour ago, his voice urgent. He'd found something on the security footage. Something important enough that he needed them there in person, not over the phone. Kira sat in the front passenger seat, her phone constantly buzzing with updates police reports, media inquiries. Andrian sat beside Fidelia in the back, staring out the window. His jaw was tight, hands clenched in his lap. He hadn't said more than ten words since leaving the hospital. Before they'd left, Andrian had given clear instructions to the others. Mia was to go home and rest-but more importantly, she was to take over running Topnotch Investments. With Fidelia recovering and everything in chaos, someone needed to keep the company stable. Victoria, their new hire, would assist her. Sarah would provide add

Everyone's attention snapped to the voice. A woman with short-cropped hair was standing by one of the main monitors, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Where?" Brian demanded, already moving toward her station. "Traffic cam caught them twenty minutes ago at a gas station near the docks. They're in a black SUV, heading south on Highway 9." Lyla said again. Brian pulled up the footage on the main screen. The grainy image showed two figures-unmistakably Zayn and Victor-climbing into a vehicle. "That's them," Andrian confirmed, his jaw tight. "What about Mace?" "No sign of him. He either split up or he's laying low somewhere else." "They're probably headed for the southern ports," Kira said, studying the map that appeared on screen. "Trying to get out of the country before we close in." "Get units on the road now," Brian ordered. "I want roadblocks at every exit within a fifty-mile radius. They don't leave this state." Khan rushed out to coordinate with the field teams. Fid