Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Kept Secret : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Ronan's POV “Stay close to me,” I told her.Eve walked at my side, her chin lifted abd her shoulders squared, Her steps were perfectly in sync with mine as we exited the hotel’s side corridor into the underground drive. Catherine kept pace on Eve’s other flank, her blond hair tied back and her eyes scanning like she’d been born in warzones. Our feets echoed on the floors. Engines from cars hummed in readiness to drive off. Radios crackled low. Brutus was ten steps ahead. Viktor covered our six. Eight men total. The security was tight. We saw the paparazzi doing what they know how to do best. I felt it before it happened. The silence that comes right before violence chooses a side.Then a voice cut through the garage.“Ronan Klein.”The accent was wrong accent. It was too calm. “Down!” Brutus roared.The first shot rang out. It was not a silencer. It was loud and messy. It was a warning shot meant to scatter us. Jonah, new to the job, young and eager, turned instead of

Ronan Klein's POV The master bedroom of the Klein mansion swallowed sound. Eve sat cross-legged in the center of the four poster bed, wearing nothing but one of my black T-shirts, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her red hair spilled loose over her shoulders, and the faint bruise on her collarbone, purple blooming beneath pale skin, looked obscene against the pristine white sheets that had belonged to my family for generations.I stood in the doorway longer than I meant to, my shoulder braced against the carved frame, watching her. The house was quiet now but the storm inside me hadn’t settled.Catherine had followed me up the grand staircase without a word. She paused just behind me in the hallway, close enough that the heat of her body brushed my back. Her fingers grazed the base of my spine, light and deliberate, before she slipped past and took up position against the far wall, between the tall windows that overlooked the estate grounds. Her arms folded, eyes

Catherine's POV I stood at the top of the stone stairs leading down to the Klein wine cellar, close enough to see everything, far enough that the shadows mostly hid me. The air was cold and thick with mildew and the copper bite of fresh blood. Ronan stood beneath the single hanging bulb, the Sig Sauer steady in his right hand. The two men knelt on heavy plastic sheeting. Their wrists were zip-tied behind their backs. One had a split lip still leaking with blood; the other couldn’t stop shaking. Both had been part of the detail the day of the garage attack. Both had taken Hartley’s money to feed coordinates. Ronan didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to. “Last chance,” he said. The bolder one lifted his chin. “We gave you Elias’s name. That’s all we had.” Ronan’s mouth curved at the corner. The shot was deafening in the enclosed space. The man’s body jerked backward, hit the plastic with a wet thud. Blood spread fast, dark and glossy. The second man started sobbing, high, b

Ronan's POV I bolted down the corridor, my heart pounding like a drums being beaten. The scent of perfume hung in the air. It was jasmine and spice, Eve's signature. Or was it Catherine's? She had started wearing it as well, copying Eve like some twisted game. The east wing was dark, doors lining both sides. I had to find her and quickly. I heard the faint click of a door. Door number three? No. It sounded farther. I walked quickly and gripped the knob of the guest suite and twisted. It was locked. I slammed my shoulder against it. The wood splintered. The door flew open.It was empty. The bed was made and it's curtains drawn. But the balcony door swung wide, wind rustling the sheer fabric. I stepped out, scanning the garden below. The rose bush twisted wild, thorns sharp. I didn't see anyone.I heard a rustle behind me and I spun.Eve stood there, her chest heaving and her eyes wide. Her silk robe clung to her curves, half open and showing her boobs. "Ronan? What the hell?""

Ronan Klein's Pov My fingers trembled on the tablet, zooming in tight on that ring. The gold band with its emerald stone winking like a bad memory. Lola's ring. She was my ex-fiancée. The one I'd fucked hard in every dark corner, her pussy gripping me tight as she screamed my name. Then I tried to kill her, cut her brakes, watched her car dive off the cliff. No body found the body. It was gone. I had hoped she had died. But fuck, here she was, sneaking through my house like a ghost. Eve perched on the bed, her robe half-open, her tits calling to me. "Ronan? What's going on?"I ignored her. My mind raced. Lola knew it all. She knew every dirt, every lie I have ever told. I had to find her and crush her. But my cock stirred, the freaking traitor, as it remembered how she'd suck me deep, swallowing every drop of my cum. "Stay here," I growled. I snatched my gun and bolted down the halls, Light spilled from the study door. I knew someone was in there. It's been unused since my