All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alexander’s POVThe aftermath of the latest attack left the mansion scarred and silent, but the tension inside me had only grown. The Serpent Order had pushed harder than ever, more precise, more ruthless. Every instinct in me screamed that this was no ordinary strike. Someone within my circle had given them information. Someone had betrayed me.I moved through the dimly lit halls, checking on my men, making sure that every wound was treated, every weapon accounted for. Every shadow seemed alive, every sound amplified in my ears. I felt a dangerous energy coiling inside me—the kind that demanded retribution, demanded answers, demanded blood.Then I saw him. One of my most trusted lieutenants, standing a little too stiffly, avoiding eye contact. I didn’t need words; everything about his posture screamed guilt.“Explain,” I said, my voice low, deadly. Every syllable was a knife.He swallowed hard, eyes darting, and finally spoke. “I… I didn’t mean to, Alexander. They threatened my famil

Isabella’s POVThe mansion was eerily quiet after the latest wave of attackers. The storm outside had softened to a steady downpour, each drop tapping against the windows like a persistent heartbeat. But inside, the tension was far from over. Every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of the lights, every shadow twisting across the walls kept me on edge.Alexander moved through the halls with the grace of a predator, senses sharp, every step calculated. I followed closely, heart pounding, knowing instinctively that danger still lurked nearby. The Serpent Order had shown no mercy, and I had no illusions that they would stop now.My hands were clenched tightly in front of me, nails biting into my palms, trying to ground myself. I wasn’t just afraid of the attackers—they were a known threat—but the idea that someone within our circle could betray us had planted seeds of paranoia that grew with each passing hour.Alexander paused suddenly, his back rigid, eyes scanning a shadowed hallw

Alexander’s POVThe sun rose over ruins.Ash floated in the morning air like dying snowflakes, and the scent of smoke clung to everything — stone, blood, even skin. The mansion that once symbolized my empire was nothing more than scorched bones and silent echoes.I stood in the courtyard, boots wet from the fountain where Lucien’s blood had mixed with mine. His body was gone now — burned, buried, erased. But the ghosts he left behind lingered.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his smirk. You can’t kill what you created.He wasn’t lying.Because Lucien wasn’t just a man — he was the consequence of every ruthless decision I’d made to build this empire. Every deal struck in the shadows, every betrayal I’d tolerated. He had been my right hand once, my brother in all but blood, and somewhere along the way, I’d turned him into a monster.And now that monster was dead by my hand.But the silence that followed didn’t feel like peace. It felt like a warning.“Sir.”Damian, my second-in-comman

Sable’s POVThe helicopter sliced through the night sky like a black blade.I sat in the rear seat, eyes fixed on the monitor in front of me — a single flashing symbol: the serpent insignia of the Order, flickering like a heartbeat.“Data core transfer at ninety-eight percent,” the technician said nervously beside me. His hands shook as he worked. “We salvaged everything from the facility before the explosion, ma’am. The genetic archives, the experiment files, and—”“The blood records?” I interrupted.He hesitated. “Yes. Kane’s full genome. Including the prototype sequence.”A slow smile curved my lips. “Good. Then the bloodline survives.”Outside, lightning split the horizon, briefly illuminating the burned ruins below. The fire was dying, but from its ashes, my empire would rise again.They thought they’d buried the Order. They thought fire could cleanse sin.But sin, like blood, never truly burned away.“Set course for Zurich,” I ordered. “Prepare the lab. Phase Two begins now.”Th

Alexander’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the world was burning.The air was thick with smoke and metal. My ears rang with the echo of something far away — alarms, gunfire, screams maybe — but everything sounded muffled, distant, like I was underwater.My body ached. My ribs felt shattered. There was blood — mine, probably — streaked across the concrete beside me. I pushed myself up, blinking through the haze. The underground chamber was gone, replaced by chaos. Walls torn apart, sparks raining from ruptured cables. The core chamber had exploded, leaving a crater of molten glass where the helix once stood.And in the middle of that wreckage… Sable stood.Alive. Changed.Her skin shimmered faintly under the glow of dying lights, veins pulsing with faint gold luminescence. Her eyes weren’t human anymore — they were molten, bright like twin suns that saw too much. She looked both alive and unreal, something made, not born.Her voice was calm, eerily so. “You survived. I expected nothing les