All Chapters of ⭐ THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET BRIDE⭐: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO — MOTHER’S LAST LIEMorning came too softly for a night that had nearly destroyed everything.Amara sat at the edge of Dante’s bed, staring at the city through the glass walls. The world moved as if nothing had changed.But everything had.Behind her, Dante stood quietly, watching her like she might vanish if he blinked.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.She shook her head. “Every time I close my eyes, I see him falling.”Dante’s jaw tightened. “He didn’t fall. He escaped.”That was worse.---THE LETTERDante placed a small, fire-damaged envelope on the bed beside her.Security had found it wedged behind the intruder’s entry point—hidden carefully, deliberately.“A message?” Amara whispered.“A reminder,” Dante replied darkly.Her hands trembled as she picked it up. The edges were burned. The paper inside smelled faintly

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR — BLOOD AND VOWSThe first explosion ripped through the upper floors like thunder cracking open the sky.The vault lights flickered violently.Dust rained from the ceiling.“They’re inside the building,” Dante said sharply, already pulling Amara toward the side corridor. “Multiple entry points. This isn’t a warning attack.”Amara’s heart hammered, but she didn’t freeze.Not anymore.“How many?” she asked.Dante paused—just for a fraction of a second—clearly surprised.“At least three teams. Trained. Professional.”She tightened her grip on the ring in her palm.They came for me.Gunfire echoed through the tunnels above them—short, controlled bursts.Dante keyed his comm. “Knight actual. Initiate Protocol Black. Evac route Sigma.”Static answered.Then a calm voice: “Copy that. We’re compromised.”Amara swallowed

💎 CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX — THE TRUTH SHE CAN’T UNSEEAmara stood frozen at the edge of the darkened room, her breath shallow, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every other sound.The screen in front of her flickered once… then stabilized.Security footage.Dante’s private security room was silent except for the low hum of machines. Monitors lined the walls, each showing different camera angles from the penthouse, the underground facility, and places she didn’t even recognize.Dante stood beside her, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscle twitch.“Dante…” her voice trembled. “Why are you showing me this?”“Because,” he said quietly, “you deserve the truth. And because things are about to get worse.”Her stomach dropped.He reached forward and tapped the screen.The footage rewound.The date appeared in the corner.Three years ago.Amara f

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT — THE PRICE OF LOVEDarkness swallowed everything.Amara woke with a sharp gasp, her head pounding, her body cold against concrete. Her wrists burned.She tried to move.Metal cuffs.Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.“Dante!” she cried.No answer.Only silence… and the slow drip of water somewhere nearby.Her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She was in a large, unfinished room—cement walls, exposed pipes, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.A warehouse.Panic surged through her chest.Memories crashed back—the gunfire, the door bursting open, Dante bleeding—“Dante…” her voice broke.A slow clap echoed through the room.“Well… you’re awake.”Amara froze.Verena stepped into the light, dressed elegantly as always, heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. Her red lipstick was flawless. Her

CHAPTER THIRTY — THE CONFESSION THAT CHANGES EVERYTHINGThe city felt quieter after the storm.Amara stood by the wide window of the penthouse, watching the lights below flicker like distant stars. The world outside looked normal again—cars moving, people laughing somewhere far away—but inside her chest, everything had shifted.She was alive.But she was no longer the same woman who had pushed a stranger out of the way on a rainy street.Behind her, Dante’s presence filled the room before he even spoke.“You should be resting,” he said softly.She turned.He was standing near the door, his arm bandaged, his jacket gone, his usually perfect composure cracked in ways she had never seen before. He looked tired—not physically, but emotionally. Like a man who had finally reached the edge of something he could no longer control.“I don’t feel tired,” Amara replied. “I feel… awake.”Dante nodded once. “That’s usually what happens after you almost los