All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 142The soundproof interrogation room in the East Wing of the Frost Estate was a stark, windowless concrete cube. It was designed for hostile corporate extraction, devoid of any luxury.Dr. Hayes sat strapped to a heavy steel chair bolted to the floor. His usually pristine white medical coat was torn, his glasses askew, and a nasty, purple bruise was forming across his left cheekbone. Jax had followed Ethan’s orders perfectly.The heavy steel door groaned open.Ethan walked in. He didn't look like a billionaire CEO. He had shed his suit jacket, wearing only a black t-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest. He moved with a slow, terrifying, predatory grace, his storm-gray eyes entirely devoid of humanity.Zara walked in right behind him, wrapping a dark cashmere cardigan tightly around her pregnant frame. Her blue eyes were glacial, burning with a profound, absolute betrayal.Dr. Hayes looked at Zara, genuine tears welling in his eyes."Zara, please," Hayes choked out, p

Chapter 144The flickering candlelight caught the vibrant blue glow of the vial in Lucian Valerius’s hand.Zara stared at the small silver cylinder. It was the only thing standing between Ethan and a horrific, agonizing death. Her corporate armor, usually impenetrable, threatened to fracture under the sheer, suffocating weight of Lucian’s sadism. He didn't want a negotiation. He wanted an execution."You promised a cure if I came to Tuscany," Zara said, her voice remaining miraculously steady. She took a step forward, placing herself slightly in front of Ethan."I promised you an audience, Zara," Lucian corrected, slipping the vial back into the inner pocket of his velvet smoking jacket. He tilted his head, his heterochromatic eyes roving over her pregnant figure with chilling possessiveness. "The Valerius Court does not barter with American tech-thugs. We conquer them. Ethan is a dead man. The only variable left to decide is whether you will be a grieving widow or a cooperative queen

Chapter 146The explosion didn't sound like a bomb; it sounded like the earth itself tearing the 14th-century fortress apart from the roots. A catastrophic, concussive wave of kinetic energy rippled up through the stone floor of the dining hall. The massive C4 charges Jax had planted in the subterranean holding cells didn't just breach the wall they shattered the primary load-bearing foundation pillars of the estate’s entire East Wing. The deafening roar was apocalyptic. The heavy iron portcullis that had protected Lucian buckled and screamed as the stone ceiling above it began to violently cave in. Massive slabs of ancient masonry plummeted downward, crushing the iron bars like dry twigs. "Move!" Ethan roared over the chaos. He didn't run toward the wooden doors where the mercenary army was trapped on the other side of the collapsing corridor. He kept his arm clamped securely around Zara’s waist, practically carrying her as he sprinted directly toward the massive, stained-glass

Chapter 148The subterranean tech lab of the Frost Estate felt like a war room preparing for a nuclear strike.Ethan stood in front of the massive digital array, his storm-gray eyes locked onto the genetic sequencing report Julian had transferred to their servers. He didn't speak. He hadn't spoken for twenty minutes. The silence radiating from the billionaire was so profound, so heavy with absolute, psychopathic intent to kill, that even Jax was standing near the door, refusing to step into the room.Zara stood beside Ethan, her arms crossed tightly over her chest."The Zurich lab is entirely off the grid," Julian reported, pacing the concrete floor. "I tried pulling the financial shell structures Arthur used to fund the research, but Victoria completely scrubbed the digital footprint when she seized the facility. It’s a ghost.""It’s not a ghost," Ethan finally spoke. His voice was a low, guttural vibration that made the glass doors rattle. "Nothing is a ghost. It requires electricit

Chapter 150The darkness inside the server room was absolute, pressing against Ethan’s eyes like a physical weight. The sudden silence, devoid of the steady hum of the massive server towers, meant the ventilation system had also been severed.He was breathing dead air.Ethan didn't panic. Panic was a luxury reserved for men who didn't understand the tactical architecture of their own prisons. He smoothly holstered his suppressed pistol and reached into his tactical vest, pulling out a small, high-intensity red glow stick. He snapped it.The dull crimson light flooded the small, concrete room, casting long, demonic shadows against the dead server racks.He looked down at his rugged laptop. The progress bar was frozen.68% DOWNLOADED.Sixty-eight percent of a genetic sequence was useless. It was a puzzle with missing pieces; if Dr. Hayes attempted to synthesize the cure with incomplete data, the resulting gene therapy would be highly unstable, potentially lethal. Ethan needed the rest o