Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married for a billionaire’s Revenge : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Rain fell as Isabella checked into a tiny hotel. Dead silence. Alexander cowered alone in his study elsewhere in town. His glass of whiskey trembled in his hand. He spoke out loud for the first time: "I don't despise her. I adore her." But Cassandra hadn't finished yet. She called on Isabella, leaving her with a bitter ultimatum: "Go away from Alexander for good, and I'll suppress the scandals. Remain, and I'll ruin his empire." Isabella's resolve hardened. "You underestimated me, Cassandra. I wed him of my own accord, yes, but I'm not going anywhere. Now." That night, Isabella returned not to beg, but to defy. She appeared in Alexander's office, drenched from the rain, her eyes blazing. "You think that revenge is stronger than love? You're wrong," she declared. Alexander rose, shocked by her resistance. "Isabella But she halted him. "I know my father was to blame. I know Emily died because of his fault. But I am not my father. And if you can't see beyond his fault and disting

The room was still, unnaturally so. There was only the hum of the city outside the glass walls, punctuated now and then by the soft clatter of a car or the hum of a street vendor far beneath. Alexander sat back in his chair, trying to calm the racing heartbeat in his chest. There was something alive, something tight, in every nerve of his body, and he couldn't understand why, couldn't sense anything except what was brewing, and he couldn't sense anything except that it was something he couldn't see, couldn't touch, and couldn't escape. Isabella had withdrawn from the room moments before, hastily escaping to change her soaked garments, and he was left alone with his own anxiety's ghost.He closed his eyes, trying to breathe, to think, but the tension in the air denied him the ability to do so. His mind kept circling back around the person he never wanted to see again Cassandra. His mental picture of the scowl on her face, the ice-cold precision of her tongue, and her capability of insi

Alexander's eyes met Cass, the warehouse seeming colder than the outside night. He saw Isabella's fear, tension emanating off of her, but he saw something else in her eyes, something sparkling of determination she hadn't lost hope.Cassandra moved slowly, her heels clattering off the pavement. "You're always so convinced you're at the reins, Alexander. Control… is nothing but an illusion.""I'm not running a game," stated Alexander, his tone calm considering the adrenaline warring through his veins. "You have one chance. Release her."Cassandra's face grew broader and broader. "One chance?" she repeated. "Oh, Alexander… I've been waiting years for this moment. And tonight, the truth shall be revealed."Alexander's heart felt heavy. He knew there was no bluff. Cassandra belonged to his past, a ghost he believed he buried. She had always known things he knew even Isabella didn't."You chose," Cass­andra went on, moving around him in a slow circle. "You chose things you knew would hurt o

Alexander and Isabella sat the following day in a subterranean café on the town's outskirts. Their normal confidence was muted with care every time they looked out the window, they tensed, aware that Cassandra's eyes could be lurking around any bend."We need an inside man," Alexander started, pushing across the table a file. "Someone who's familiar with her game through and through but won't betray us."Isabella's glare. "Do you even know someone?"Alexander paused. There was someone a name that equaled danger, but the type of information they required. "There is one. one from her old life, before she constructed this empire. If we can locate them, we can perhaps gain some leverage."Isabella's expression turned icy. "And what if they don't comply? Or worse. warn Cassandra that we're searching?""We ensure they don't have a choice," he replied. The chill in his voice was met by the desperation in his eyes alone. "This isn't revenge for revenge's sake. It's survival both of us."They

The sun came up over the city, casting pale light over it, but Alexander could not sense its warmth. His mind spun with each move Cassandra could make. The pilfered files were deadly not just to her empire, but to anyone who would dare oppose her.Isabella sat across from him in a small, hidden apartment, her eyes scanning the encrypted data on the laptop. “We need a plan,” she said, voice tight. “She’s going to come after us hard, and if we’re not ready…”Alexander nodded. “I know. But she won’t hit us directly at least, not yet. She’ll test us first, probe our weaknesses.”Lucas pacing in the distance, growled to himself. "She's not testing. She's marking us. Get ready for every last one of the things you have to be used against you friends, family, money. She doesn't forgive, and she doesn't forget."A shock from Alexander's phone startled all three of them. A text from an unknown number:"You thought you could steal from me and not pay? Think again. You have 24 hours."Isabella st