Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire Replace Bride : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Trinidad and Roxy exchanged surprised glances.Elmira hardly attended social gatherings unless there was something valuable to gain.Or someone valuable to meet.Roxy folded her paint-stained arms."Since when are you interested in anniversary parties?"Elmira smiled,the smile was small.Dangerous "Might be fun.""Fun?" Trinidad laughed. "You don't even know what that word means."Elmira ignored her.Her gaze remained fixed on the direction Colt had disappeared.Roxy noticed immediately "Oh."Elmira raised a brow."Oh what?""I know that look.""You know nothing.""I know enough." Trinidad's eyes widened."No way."Roxy pointed dramatically."Exactly."Elmira rolled her eyes and walked past them.[Garage]Colt arrived at the garage,the place was alive with noise.Engines,Metal,Tools,Arguments.The usual.Matteo spotted him immediately "There he is!"Several mechanics looked up.A few began clapping sarcastically.Others whistled.Colt frowned "What?"Matteo burst into laughter "The celeb

As Remo dropped the bomb,the entire plaza erupted into noise,some students laughed.Others immediately began chanting Beatrice's name.The giant screen overhead flashed brightly while the spinning wheel remained frozen on the names.BEATRICE.REMO.Remo stood in the middle of the crowd with a smug smile on his face.He looked completely satisfied with himself.Unfortunately for him, Beatrice wasn't impressed.Not even slightly.She folded her arms and stared at him like he was something unpleasant she had stepped on."You really spent all that time thinking of a pathetic dare?" she asked.The crowd gasped.Remo's smile twitched "A dare is a dare.""No." Beatrice stepped forward "A dare is supposed to be entertaining."Students immediately began whistling.Some shouted her name,others started recording.Across the plaza, Florian nearly laughed himself sick "Oh, she's good."Colt remained silent beside him,as usual.His expression never changed.The noise around him seemed unable to affe

[THREE DAYS LATER, MONDAY MORNING~SPG UNIVERSITY]It Monday morning and a new week , it game day today.All klitz girls chose skating as their game except Zenni and pania the footballer.Zenni's weight makes skating hard for her, so she chose golf.But they all use the same Wardrobe Suite, and as they wore their varsity regalia (sports wear), their chats flew around."Try not to get into anything with the two new student ." Stacy said, wearing net stockings under her skirt."To get Remo off our tail?" Pania scoffed. "Oh please, those guys were just aura‑farming. They did it to get more points for themselves from the students. You don't hear how the students are praising them?""I support Pania. I mean...they had no reason to do it for us, so stop your delusions, Stacy. Don't join Zenni and start crushing." Jehlani said."Crushing? You're going too far, Lani." Beatrice smiled. "Lani, you and Pania should become twin sisters already." Pasha replied, turning her back on Beatrice who hel

*[DK Enterprises ]*Three days. That’s all it had been since the hospital. Elena sat at her desk, retyping a report she’d already finished twice. Her wrist still had a faint bruise from the IV. She kept her sleeve pulled down.“Elena.”Krystal appeared out of nowhere with a coffee in one hand, a folder tucked under her arm. She dropped into the chair beside Elena’s desk without asking. “You survived,” Krystal said, grinning. “Thought Mr Wolfe was gonna keep you locked in that hospital forever.”Elena didn’t look up cis she's afraid she might say something. “I wasn’t locked anywhere.”“Mhm.” Krystal leaned forward. “So… who are you to Mr. Wolfe?”Elena’s fingers paused on the keyboard for half a second. Then kept typing. “Nothing.”Krystal blinked. “Nothing?”“Nothing,” Elena repeated, still not looking at Krystal. But Krystal isn’t satisfied. She glanced around the open office, then lowered her voice. “Then explain something for me, bestie. Why did Mr. Wolfe carried you out of his

[Savour alive church] The sky over Saviour Alive Church was the color of old pewterheavy, swollen with rain that refused to fall, as if even the heavens were holding their breath. The iron gates stood open, and beyond them, the cemetery stretched crowd had gathered, black umbrellas furled at their sides. There were over two hundred people. Among Tristan stood. He stood at the family section, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture impossibly straight. He wore a black Brioni suit, perfectly tailored,his dark hair was swept back, his jaw was set, and his eyes the color of winter sea were utterly dry. Beside him, his mother, Eleanor Miller. She leaned heavily on the arm of a distant cousin, her frail frame trembling with each sob that wracked her body. Her veil was black gauze soaked with tears, and her gloved hands clutched a rosary so tightly her knuckles were white. "My boy," she keened, her voice cracking "My Dwan. My sweet, sweet boy." Tristan did not look at her.