All Chapters of The Billionaire Replace Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

~The Rhodes Mansion~ Rhode stepped out of the car, loosening his tie with a weary heavy sigh. The aroma of garlic, rosemary, and simmering tomatoes wafted through the foyer, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. He followed it to the kitchen. Maria stood at the kitchen, her back to him, a wooden spoon in her hand as she stirred a large pot of sauce. She packed her dark hair streaked with silver ,she wore in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her apron was dusted with flour, and there is a smudge of it on her cheek that made her look impossibly young. She hummed softly under her breath, a melody he hadn't heard in years, and the sound of it made his chest ache with a love . He crossed the room silently, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. "You're a vision," he murmured against her skin. "The most beautiful thing I've seen all day." Maria laughed, "You say that every day, Rhode. And every day, I tell you that you're a

The airport was echoing with flight announcements, the constant hum of travelers creating a dull voice in Beatrice head. She had composed herself during the drive, the Belgian chocolate her mother had promised sitting uneaten in her bag. Her eyes were still faintly red-rimmed, but her expression was a mask. She stood near the arrivals gate, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching the stream of passengers emerge. Businessmen in suits, families dragging oversized suitcases, couples reuniting with embraces that made her stomach churn with envy. And then she saw him. Victor ,he isimpossible to miss. He moved through the crowd with the same easy confidence as their father, his tall frame cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk. His charcoal suit was immaculate, not a single crease marring its surface, and his silver-streaked hair was perfectly styled, as if he'd just stepped out of a salon rather than a six-hour flight. A leather briefcase was clasped in one

The 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.Damien sat in a curved booth in the corner, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, scanning the room with the practiced vigilance of a man who had learned never to let his guard down. He wore a charcoal suit, with a black silk shirt open at the collar. His dark hair was swept back, and his jaw was set in a hard line that softened only slightly when his companion slid into the seat across from him.Austin is a stark contrast to Damien's controlled intensity. He is all easy smiles and careless charm, his designer shirt unbuttoned low enough to re