Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Replace Bride : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

PURR CLUBHOUSEThe devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin.The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination.There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights.The five guys got eye-raped by the girls begging for their dîck as they pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for Dwan Miller.Finding him wasn't a task Dwan is a noisemaker, and his voice filled the spot he sat in with Tristan his brother and several escort girls surrounding them.Every girl in their angle is totally naked, and Dwan was kissing one of them on his laps. For Damien this job is like a lifetime success cos Tristan and Damien hate each other to the core they both own a business company an

[ Gold andPlatinum Hospital]A blue custom-made car hit the hospital private park at some minutes to 12am.The engines didn't go down before Rhode Wolfe jumped out.The tall, good-looking man in his fifties.Just like his daughter, his figure commands respect, and the guards who hopped down from the cars behind him followed him into the hospital as he made his entry.Nurses moved out of the way, but some desperate ones looked up, making eye contacts and trying the art of seduction.After all, Beatrice is his only daughter. He refused to tell his wife this happened ,Rhode never looked at anyone. He focused on his destination, even as doctors rushed out to greet him.The richest man in this city.He entered Beatrice's private ward where she's laying in bed with her girls surrounding her.“Mr. Wolfe! Thank gawd you're here! She has been demanding for your presence,” Zenni stood.She stepped aside with the girls, and Rhode sat beside her daughter in bed.Beatrice's eyes are open, but her

~INNER ROOM VIP 16~Their lip hasn't meet each other when Damien entered,his smirk was insidious, sinister than his normals.Seeing that Tristan was about to kiss Elena,He didn't wait. He picked up his phone and dail a number."COME PARK A DEAD PERSON IN 10 MINUTES" He began waltzing close, demeanor resembling death's."You'd wish you didn't come," Damien smiled creepily."And you'll wish you didn't entered" Tristan spat, going for him roughly. Krystal on the other hand is waking towards Z, her steps unstable she was able to get him but has she was about to touch him he shoved her, she fell in the couch.But for Elena she smiling at Damien and Tristan , Tristan hit first, but Damien was already moving.The moment Tristan lunged, Damien twisted aside with a brutal pivot, his bandaged arm still strong enough to redirect the attack.JTristan's fist grazed his jaw instead of breaking it, but Damien retaliated instantly. His knee slammed hard into Tristan's ribs.A dull crack.Jeremy

~NEXT DAY, SPG UNIVERSITY 8AM~ Lectures starts properly today, so those tangled with morning classes got to school early, but apart from them, students are eager to see the public apology cos it's everywhere. Tabloids, bulletin, school news. Everyone knows Colt the scholarship student is apologizing to Beatrice Wolfe—the school queen. Beatrice and her girls are already waiting at the school biggest entrance. They came here directly from the airfield. Trinidad and her girls are just climbing out of their cars at the park, and Trinidad is chuckling with mock. She came in a bike, as usual. "To think that you both ditched school yesterday cos of the uniform mandate, but it has been extended to a week. Poor you both." "Shut up, Trini." Roxy rolled eyes. "I just wanna fall, roll and die. I mean...i wore uniforms throughout highschool and now in..." “I just wanna fall, roll and die. I mean…i wore uniforms throughout highschool and now in college I have to wear it for every

[Grill Bar] After tonight's race, kerce crashed here for a fun time with Austin. This is their own work their hidden works, they are the best racer in street This bar is mostly patronized by racers cos it's a stone-throw from their racing road. It's less-crowded though, cos most racers prefer loud clubbing. Kerce and Austin club frequently too, but they chose solo fun here tonight. On their table, the beef cooked tenderly on the electric grill while bottles of rum surrounded it like eagar onlookers. Appetizing smokes rose from the grill, communicating hungrily with their stomachs as they prepared to chew with rum glasses to their lips. They poured themselves the fifth glasses, clinked and drank. Kerce drank with his left hand though. His phone is in his right hand, his thumb scrolling through a particular page on I*******m. "You released your Z"'s dog to the Church?" Austin talked, turning the beef with the metal clips. "I wanted to spice things up. I want my wicked cultist Z