Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

CHAPTER 146 — When the Mind BreaksLisa had always been the quiet one.Not weak just quieter. The kind of girl who learned early that survival didn’t always mean fighting back. Sometimes it meant staying small, staying pleasant, staying unseen. In a house ruled by Alice’s sharp intelligence and Castor’s burning ambition, Lisa had learned to fold herself into corners and call it peace.Now, the corners were gone.The house felt wrong without their mother’s voice slicing through it. Too quiet. Too open. Every sound echoed the clink of a glass, the tick of a clock, the hum of electricity in the walls. Lisa sat alone at the kitchen island, staring at a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched.Her hands shook.She pressed them flat against the marble, willing them to still.The news played softly from the television in the living room. She hadn’t turned it off. Some part of her needed the punishment.“…sources confirm Alice Williams remains in custody as investigations widen”Lisa squeezed her ey

CHAPTER 148 — The Son Who Was Never WantedCastor had always believed rage was something you controlled.Something you sharpened.Something you aimed.He learned that night that rage could also hollow you out.The envelope arrived without warning.No sender’s name. No logo. Just thick paper slid under the gate of his townhouse like a quiet insult. He almost ignored it almost told the guard to toss it away with the rest of the junk that followed his family since Alice’s arrest.Almost.But something about the weight of it felt deliberate.Castor carried it inside himself. Didn’t sit. Didn’t pour a drink. He stood at the center of the living room, jacket still on, fingers tightening as he opened it.Documents spilled out.Medical records.Legal affidavits.A DNA test.He frowned at first, annoyed more than curious, until his eyes caught a name.William Williams.His father.Castor’s breath slowed.He flipped the page.Another name followed beneath it.A man he had never heard of.The ro

CHAPTER 151 — TakenThe sound came again.A footstep. Careful. Controlled.Melissa felt it before she heard it the shift in Castor’s posture, the tightening of the air. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing as he listened, not like a man surprised, but like one recalculating.“You didn’t tell anyone,” he said, more to himself now than to her.Melissa’s heart hammered. If someone else was here, it meant one of two things: rescue or something far worse.The door above creaked open fully this time.Light spilled down the narrow stairwell in a thin blade, slicing through the darkness like a warning. Shadows stretched and recoiled. The bulb above Melissa flickered again, then steadied, as if bracing.A second set of footsteps joined the first.Castor straightened slowly. His calm returned, snapping back into place like armor. He walked to the side of the room and reached behind a loose stone. Metal scraped softly.A gun.Melissa’s breath stuttered.“Stay quiet,” he said, not looking at

CHAPTER 151 — Taken The sound came again. A footstep. Careful. Controlled. Melissa felt it before she heard it the shift in Castor’s posture, the tightening of the air. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing as he listened, not like a man surprised, but like one recalculating. “You didn’t tell anyone,” he said, more to himself now than to her. Melissa’s heart hammered. If someone else was here, it meant one of two things: rescue or something far worse. The door above creaked open fully this time. Light spilled down the narrow stairwell in a thin blade, slicing through the darkness like a warning. Shadows stretched and recoiled. The bulb above Melissa flickered again, then steadied, as if bracing. A second set of footsteps joined the first. Castor straightened slowly. His calm returned, snapping back into place like armor. He walked to the side of the room and reached behind a loose stone. Metal scraped softly. A gun. Melissa’s breath stuttered. “Stay quiet,” he said, not

CHAPTER 153 — Coordinates of Death The mountain swallowed sound. That was the first thing Tyrone noticed as he stepped out of the vehicle the way noise seemed to vanish the moment it touched the fog. Sirens wailed somewhere below, distant and distorted, like a warning that would arrive too late. Cold air cut through his lungs as he lifted his phone again, tracking the blinking dot that marked Melissa’s last known location. Still moving. Still alive. “Spread out,” he ordered the officers behind him, his voice calm in a way that surprised even him. “He won’t go far. He wants an audience.” The phone vibrated. Jaden. Tyrone answered without slowing. “Talk.” “I see them,” Jaden said, breathless. Wind roared over the line. “Clearing near the edge. He’s armed. She’s she’s barely conscious.” Tyrone closed his eyes for half a second. Then: “Don’t rush him.” A bitter laugh crackled back. “You think I have a choice?” Before Tyrone could respond, the line went dead. He broke into a r