All Chapters of Beneath the billionaire shadows : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In less than fourty eight hours, everything shifted. The whirlwind of blood, gunfire, and hospital walls hadn't even settled around me before the truth came slamming down like a final blow.Eventually Kai had no choice but to tell me the Truth. The men who had attacked us those faceless shadows who nearly took Marcus from me confessed to their crimes were caught. Ashford security had acted fast,They dragged those men to the ground, and within hours, the truth unraveled. And it was a name I should’ve expected. Mrs. Evenly Ashford. She had ordered the hit. On me. And it nearly killed Marcus. When the news was confirmed, I couldn’t speak. My mouth moved, but no sound came. I sat frozen in the hospital hallway, my phone buzzing with updates from Kai’s legal team, the news scrolling endless headlines. I could only stare at the name. Her name. She didn’t go quietly. The moment the police entered her estate,press swarming outside like vultures,she exploded. Not with tears or wi

The door burst open within seconds. Nurses and a doctor rushed in. One of them gently pushed me aside while the others surrounded him. One nurse pulled up his gown and attached sensors; another pressed the emergency button above the bed. “Seizure activity,” the doctor muttered under his breath. “Get the diazepam ready.” The machines screamed. His pulse was racing. His chest was heaving in short, erratic bursts as the seizure wracked him. I stood frozen, heart in my throat, as I watched them try to steady him to stop whatever his body was going through. “Is he is he dying?!” I gasped. “No,” the nurse answered quickly but firmly, not looking at me. “He's having a post-traumatic seizure. It can happen after serious head trauma.” “But he was stable !” “It happens,” the doctor cut in, calm but urgent. “Sometimes the brain reacts days later. This doesn’t mean he’s worse, but it is serious. We’re doing everything we can.” My knees buckled, but I caught myself on the armrest.

We had just arrived at Sydney’s house, the evening air cool and fragrant with blooming jasmine. Marcus and I stepped down from the car, exchanging quiet smiles that barely masked the tension in the air. Sydney had invited us all of us to dinner. She said it was a small, intimate gesture to honor Marcus's recovery. A way, perhaps, to bring peace to what’s been chaos. Sydney residence was bathed in warm golden light, the kind that looked like it belonged in magazines. Everything was elegant soft jazz playing, vintage silverware gleaming. But despite the beauty of the space, there was a tension in my chest I couldn’t smooth out, no matter how many times I adjusted my dress. Marcus stood beside me, looking impossibly sharp in a navy suit. His hand occasionally brushed against the small of my back in that quiet, reassuring way of his. I drew strength from it, even though my stomach twisted. I knew Kai would be here. Inside the living room was a large photo of Kai and Sydney looking

Kai stood silently by the door sized window, the lights casting long shadows across his face. The crystal glass in his hand tilted slightly as he sipped his wine, his posture deceptively relaxed but there was something in the way his jaw shifted, clenched tightly every few seconds, that betrayed the storm beneath. The wine in Kai’s hand caught the light as he stood by the floor-length window, eyes scanning the dark edges of the estate. The evening breeze filtered through the partially opened pane, but nothing about him looked relaxed,with the stiff line of his jaw and the rigid grip on the glass. Marcus stepped up beside him, silent at first. Marcus stepped up besides him. He didn’t speak right away hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers. His gaze followed the horizon for a moment, then shifted sideways toward the man who, like it or not, had left an indelible mark on the woman he loved. They both stood like sentinels, shoulder to shoulder, staring at nothing

“What… are you doing?” I asked, voice low but laced with something even I didn’t expect "fear". He didn’t answer Instead, he took a slow step toward me. “Kai.” My voice cracked slightly as I stepped away from the vanity. “Open the door.” His gaze softened. “Lena, please… don’t don’t panic.” But I already was. Because it wasn’t just the locked door. It was what the lock meant. It was the memory it dragged to the surface like an anchor from somewhere I thought I buried. “Kai, I said open the door!” My voice shot up this time, panic cutting through every syllable like glass. I moved toward him, but he stepped forward too hands slightly raised like I was the one who needed calming. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently. “Calm down. Please. Just listen to me ” “No, no,” I whispered, eyes darting to the handle. My breath hitched. “Why did you lock it? Why would you do that?” “You’re scared of me now?” His voice trembled “Lena, you’re safe with me.” “I was safe unti