Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Replace Bride : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 68

Colt smirk didn't reach his eyes.If anything is dark than darkness itself it his eyes, they were darker now, scanning her like she was a problem he didn't ask for."Let me go," Beatrice repeated, but her voice came out smaller than she wanted.Colt tilted his head. "And what? So you can run back to your daddy and tell him colt's hiding in the slums?" His hand was still on her butt.Warm and heavy "You don't get to follow me, watch me, and then pretend you're terrified.""I'm not terrified." Beatrice snapped"Liar." Colt cut in not looking at her eyes again."Why did you follow me?" he asked and drop her but he's still holding her hand."Because you laughed at me," she shot back. "In front of everyone. Like I was nothing.""And this fixes that?" He walk closer to her making Beatrice to step back but he pull her pack to hum, and Beatrice felt it the strength in him, the way he could break her without trying. "You think finding me here makes you powerful, Beatrice?"Before she could answe

Austin still stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw hanging open. His eyes darted from the blood soaking from Z's shoulder to Krystal's hands still tangled in her dark hair. Disbelief carved lines into his face that grief had put minutes ago.Z didn't pull away,his mouth stayed on hers eating her whole not even planning but he stopped when he was sastified before he lifted his head. He turned toward the doorway with the kind of calm that only came after surviving hell.Krystal scrambled back, her breath catching in her throat. Her palms were shaking against the sheets. Shame and heat warred under her skin, she shaking and still in shock.Austin blinked hard, like he was trying to wake up. The gun in his hand trembled once, then fell to the floor with a dull crack. "You're alive," he rasped, the words breaking on the way out.Z reached for the clean shirt and wire it over the wound. Blood immediately stained the white fabric. He didn't wince and even didn't look down.Austin took two un

The Slums – Main Garage DistrictThe billboard groaned above her, its rusted metal frame shrieking as it tore free from its anchors. Beatrice looked up, her eyes wide with terror, her body frozen on the cold, wet concrete. The rain was falling harder now, fat droplets that splattered against her face and blurred her vision. She could see the massive panel tilting, the faded advertisement for a defunct soda brand peeling away as gravity claimed it.She squeezed her eyes shut, her arms flying up to shield her head, and waited for the crushing impact.But,it never came.Instead, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, yanking sideways with enough force to send her skidding across the wet pavement. She hit the ground hard, her shoulder slamming into a puddle, but the arms didn't let go. They pulled her against a solid chest, shielding her body with their own as the billboard crashed down exactly where she had been standing, exploding into a shower of splintered wood and twi

SATAN HEIR'S The Occult Mansion rose from the earth like a wound that refused to heal.It sat in the heart of a dead forest, its spires clawing at a sky that was perpetually black, its windows glowing with the sickly orange light of a thousand candles. The walls were carved from obsidian and bone, etched with symbols that predated language, and the air around it hummed with something ancient and hungry. The trees that surrounded it were twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching like skeletal fingers toward the mansion as if they, too, wanted to be consumed by the darkness within.The driveway was a mile long, paved with black stone that gleamed like oil under the light of a blood-red moon. Along the sides of the road, torches burned with flames that flickered between orange and green, casting strange shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. And lining the entire length of the driveway, standing shoulder to shoulder in perfect silence, were the members of the Satan Heirs.T