All Chapters of The billionaire who couldn't steal my heart: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALEC POVThe city skyline glimmers under the fading sun, but I don’t notice it. The lights, the cars, the oblivious people moving about, they’re all irrelevant. All that matters is that crazy woman, Victoria Blackthorne and the chaos she has unleashed again.Ronan is a problem while Annabelle is a vulnerability and Victoria… Victoria is a storm that refuses to be controlled.I pause outside the building where Annabelle has been holed up. There are security cameras everywhere, guards, locked doors, thanks to Ronan but none of it matters. If there’s one thing Harrison Blackthorne taught me it’s how to navigate the world when it hides behind polished surfaces. When it pretends to be untouchable.I take a deep breath and step inside. Once the door is opened by her friend, I see her immediately…Annabelle. She’s sitting at the dining table, surrounded by papers, phones, and the faint remnants of panic. She jumps slightly when I enter, she probably didn’t even hear when I knocked but the fe

ANNABELLE POVI’ve come to learn that power doesn’t announce itself instead it moves quietly and strategically like a shadow sliding across a wall before the storm hits.Even Alex confirmed it and now, sitting in a private conference room with the blinds drawn and the air thick with anticipation, I finally understand what he meant.“This,” Alec says calmly, sliding a folder across the table toward me, “is where we begin.”Ronan stands beside the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hasn’t said much since we arrived but I can feel the tension radiating off him like heat. Marcus is seated across from me, flipping through documents with a frown so deep it looks carved into his face.I open the folder and my breath catches.Inside are screenshots, bank statements, shell companies, timelines—connections so carefully hidden they almost look innocent. Almost.Almost doesn’t save you in court or in war.“This is…” I swallow. “This is enough to bury her.”Alec shakes his head slowly. “No, This

ANNABELLE POVThe sun hadn’t even fully risen when I was already sitting at my desk in my living room, the city still quiet outside the window, oblivious to the war brewing inside these walls.Ronan was already there, leaning against the side of the desk, arms crossed. His eyes were dark, alert, restless. Alec sat opposite me, flipping through the documents we had gathered yesterday, his movements precise, almost mechanical.I inhaled deeply, letting the weight of the past day settle in. Victoria’s subtle strike, her audit, the anonymous tip, the threatening messages. Had indeed rattled me, yes but it had also sharpened something within me.“This isn’t just about where I work anymore,” I murmured, more to myself than to them. “It’s about everything she’s tried to take from me… and I won’t let her win.”Ronan stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on my shoulder. “Annabelle, whatever you decide to do next, we have to be careful. She’s watching every move and anticipating it all. One wr

Victoria Blackthorne stood alone inside the executive wing of Blackthorne Industries, staring out across the sprawling skyline as dawn slowly bled into the horizon. The city had always looked smaller from this height — controllable, predictable and obedient just like people. Her manicured fingers rested against the cool glass. She exhaled slowly, her reflection staring back at her with the same composed elegance she had perfected over decades but beneath that polished exterior, something unfamiliar stirred.Suspicion.Behind her, the large mahogany doors opened softly.“Mrs. Blackthorne,” her new personal assistant, Leonard said cautiously. “The preliminary audit files you requested are ready.”Victoria did not turn immediately.“Leave them on the desk.” He obeyed quietly, placing the thick leather folder down carefully, as if he feared disturbing the invisible tension filling the room. “Anything else, ma’am?”“Yes,” Victoria said calmly, finally turning. Her sharp gaze locked onto

ALEC POV An hour later, I strolled casually to Ronan's office but stopped myself right outside when I saw him looking extremely angry and tired. I could sense the tension that was coiled tightly in his shoulders even from right where I was, his friend Marcus and bodyguard leaned against the conference table behind him, arms folded. “You look like hell,” Marcus said bluntly but Ronan didn’t even bother to turn around. “Sleep is overrated.” He answered in a gruff voice that sounded exhausted just like mine. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re still thinking about the audit leaks.” “I’m thinking about my own mother waging a silent war inside my own company, a company she should’ve retired from and just enjoyed her retirement but no, she’s too power hungry to do that,” Ronan replied. Marcus sighed. “We expected retaliation.” “Yes,” Ronan said quietly. “Not this fast it’s like she’s always ready and never tired. It’s honestly exhausting.” He finally turned, his sharp gaz