All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Betrayed Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SOFIA'S POV I never thought I’d be in this much trouble. Not because I lacked ambition, I thrived on ambition. But because the foundation I had carefully built for years was starting to crack under the weight of my own recklessness.I adjusted my blazer for the fifth time, pacing the office floor like a caged lioness. The boardroom meeting had gone poorly this morning. Horribly. Notes misfiled, documents sent to the wrong departments. Minor errors that, under normal circumstances, could be overlooked, but given the circumstances, given Riley and the ongoing internal review everything was amplified.Riley. She was once more becoming a thorn in my flesh. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Yes?” I snapped.It was one of the junior associates, a timid thing who barely met my eyes. “Ma’am, the revised projections you requested they’re ready for review.”I waved them off, muttering something about sending it to my assistant. My attention returned to the skyline outside

AIDEN'S POVI sat alone in my office long after the building emptied, the faint hum of electricity the only thing reminding me I wasn’t suspended in time. The city glowed beyond the glass walls, cold, sharp, indifferent. Traffic crawled like veins pulsing beneath skin. Somewhere out there, people were laughing, drinking, pretending danger didn’t exist, and Riley was deliberately becoming harder to reach.That worried me far more than if she’d slammed a door in my face.I rolled my sleeves up, resting my forearms on the desk, fingers loosely interlocked. The polished surface reflected my hands back at me steadily.I wasn’t thinking about feelings and that surprised me.Weeks ago, I might have fixated on the way she looked at me differently now. Or how she flinched just slightly when our hands brushed, or maybe even how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore.But this wasn’t about attraction, It was about threat vectors. And Riley was standing at the center of one.I had review

OWEN'S POV I had learned long ago that fear had a rhythm.It wasn’t always loud. It didn’t always shake hands or widen eyes. Sometimes it showed up in the way someone checked the door twice before sitting down, or how they kept their phone face-down, even when it buzzed. Or how they answered questions they hadn’t been asked yet.The woman sitting across from me had all three.Her name was Mara. That wasn’t the name she’d been born with, but it was the one she was using now. People like her collected names the way others collected scars, temporary, functional and easy to abandon.We were in a café she clearly hadn’t chosen, too exposed. Too many exits she couldn’t control and a lot of reflective surfaces. Her knee bounced under the table in a steady, unconscious rhythm.I let the silence stretch, she clearly hated that more than questions.“I already told you,” she said finally, voice sharp with forced calm. “I don’t know anything.”I stirred my coffee slowly, watching the surface

RILEY'S POV I woke to the absence of movement. That was the first thing I noticed, not darkness, fear or pain. Stillness. The unnatural kind, where even your own breath sounds too loud, like you’re intruding on a room that doesn’t belong to you.My wrists burned. A dull, persistent ache, like skin stretched too far and punished for it. When I tried to move, the rope bit into flesh and confirmed what my body already knew. I was tied to a chair.The floor beneath my bare feet was cold. Concrete, maybe. And the air smelled sterile in a way that didn’t belong to hospitals, no antiseptic, no comfort. Just metal and dust and something faintly chemical, like a cleaning solution that hadn’t quite evaporated.I forced myself not to panic.Panic wasted oxygen and blurred details. It made one sloppy.Instead, I lifted my head slowly and took inventory.The room was large, too large to feel accidental. Exposed brick walls, painted white but chipped in places.Overhead lighting, industrial, h

AIDEN'S POV The warehouse door gave way with a crack that echoed too loud in the empty space.Metal shrieked against metal as the lock snapped, the impact shuddering up my arms and into my chest. The smell hit first, oil, rust, damp concrete, something faintly chemical. Old air, stagnant. A place people didn’t come unless they didn’t plan to be found.Footsteps rang out behind me, Owen and two officers but I was already moving, already scanning corners, shadows, the high beams overhead. My pulse wasn’t fast. It was steady, controlled. The kind of calm that only came when instinct took over and everything unnecessary shut down.Remembering how Riley’s phone laid on the ground, face-down with the screen cracked, my stomach dropped hard. Violent enough to steal my breath for half a second. My grip tightened on the phone and I walked further inside.“Second level,” Owen said behind me, voice tight. “Signal pings came from up there.”I nodded once and moved.The stairs groaned under m