All Chapters of The Billionaire Replace Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena didn’t go to work. She hadn’t stepped outside her room since yesterday. The curtains stayed shut. The room stayed dim. She lay on her bed and tossed, turned, tossed again, like her thoughts were knives and her mattress was the only thing that could dull them. Yesterday kept replaying on a loop she couldn’t turn off. The strange guy smile. Blood on his forearm in thin, patient ,Damien also in blood but carried her. The word *SINNER* burned into concrete, smoke still curling from the edges of the dead bodies.Krystal on a bed, arms and legs spread, ropes biting into her skin, eyes wild. She can't bring it together. Her mind kept trying to force the pieces to fit, but the edges were wrong. Sharp, how will she digest that Damien was in a cult? Not just any cult. Satan’s Heirs. The name tasted like ash in her mouth. She’d laughed the first time Krystal said in the company, “Girl, Mr Wolfe gives off ‘quiet cult leader’ vibes. Elena had thrown a pillow at her and told her to st

*The comments section was to die for *Spoilt Nepo baby!*She thinks the world revolves around her and her girls!*Klitz Society? More like Snakes Society!* I hate you!!!*You have no idea how long we've been starving for Firi, and now he came back to public but you ruined his first concert in New York? Just die!* Hope your body rots somewhere before they even find it!*Leave Firi alone! You probably have a crush on him and you're confessing in your own twisted way!* GO. AND. COMMIT. SUICIDE!* To hell with you and your father!Roxy and Sophia's mouth stayed wide as they read the comments, and they didn't know when they began grinning."Oh boy, Forian's fans are toxic! What's with these curses!, gish I miss alot" Sophia said."Flicks have always been toxic. What were you expecting? Now we don't even have to act. Florian's fans already acted. Rhodes Wolfe didn't succeed in covering this one." Trinidad shrugged."Elmira!" Roxy tapped her, and Elmira looked up."Check Beatrice's IG,

~Cross Mansion ~Richard sat in the dimly lit living room, tension thick in the air as Margaret paced restlessly, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. The recent meeting with Damien had them contemplating a partnership that could elevate their business, but Margaret’s mind was nowhere but on Elena.“Richard, we need to talk about Elena she should talk to her husband,” she said, turning abruptly to face him, her voice laced with urgency. “She hasn’t come to us for her medication in days. What if her illness flares up again? You know how volatile this can be she will come running and we can order her to talk to Damien.”Richard clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling beneath him. “You need to leave her be, Margaret. She’s been handling things on her own. Our focus should be on the company and this partnership.”Margaret’s expression darkened, her frustration changing into contempt. “Typical! You always prioritize your business over your own daughter. She’s in pain, Richard.yo

~Two days later~ Cross design company Richard Cross sat alone in his office.The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him overlooked the city skyline, but he wasn't paying attention to the view. His mind was elsewhere,On Margaret. On her threats,on the secret he had buried for years. His phone rested on the desk before him. The message she had sent the previous night remained open. Three days, Richard.After that, I'll do things my way. A cold sweat broke across his forehead.for years, he had convinced himself the past was dead. Forgotten and buried. Now Margaret was threatening to dig it back up. And if she succeeded, everything would collapse. His career. His reputation.Everything. A knock interrupted his thoughts. "Come in." The door opened and his personal assistant stepped inside. "Sir?" He said Richard immediately sat straighter."Close the door." The assistant obeyed. Once they were alone, Richard opened a drawer and pulled out a sealed envelope.

[Mass Comm Lounge]It’s been thirty minutes since the voting came to an end, and the campus is practically empty except for the Klitz Society.Four of 'em are sitting in their individual spaces with disappointed, mad looks.Zenni leaned on a desk. She tried to act nonchalant—look unbothered, but she couldn't.All her facial features betrayed her, showcasing her guilt.Jehlani is typing aggressively on her phone, Pania is still with her ball, but she's just staring at it emptily.Pasha is into her phone too.Beatrice is the only absent one, but it didn't take long before she entered.The energy in the room shifted.She came straight for Zenni, raising her long nails angrily at her."How fuckin dumb can you be, Zen? You voted for that guy to stay, and you're here, trying to maintain that blank look? It doesn't fuckin suit you! You should be on your damn lowest!""Him being in school is actually better. You can do whatever you want with him!" Zenni argued."Shut the fùck, Zen!" Jehlani s