All Chapters of Beauty And The Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning sunlight slowly slipped through the tall windows of the room, painting the walls in soft golden hues. Aiden woke up first, blinking against the gentle light. For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where he was. The large bed, the unfamiliar scent of expensive cologne mixed with fresh linen, the quiet luxury surrounding him — it still felt like a dream he hadn’t fully woken from.Then it came back to him.The wedding.Alexander.The mansion.The shared room.He turned his head slightly toward the other side of the bed. Alexander King Costello was still asleep beside him. For someone known as the most feared mafia king in the city, he looked strangely peaceful when he slept. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, a few rebellious strands escaping their usual slicked-back style. His breathing was slow and steady, chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. The hard lines of his face softened in sleep, making him l

Night had fallen over the Costello mansion. The sky outside was dark, and the wind moved quietly through the tall trees surrounding the estate, rustling leaves like whispers in the darkness. Inside the bedroom, Aiden sat on the edge of the large bed, staring at the floor. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, but it did little to chase away the uneasy feeling that had settled in his chest.He couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened over the past few days. Marco Rossi returning. The tension in Alexander’s voice when he spoke about him. The way the guards had doubled security around the mansion, their footsteps heavier, their eyes sharper. Something was coming. Aiden could feel it in the air, like the quiet before a storm.The door suddenly opened. Alexander stepped inside. His suit jacket was slightly wrinkled from a long day, and his expression looked tired, but the moment his deep blue eyes landed on Aiden, they softened just a little,

The hallway leading to the interrogation room was dimly lit, the overhead lights casting long shadows that made everything feel heavier, more dangerous. Aiden walked beside Alexander, trying to ignore the nervous feeling twisting in his chest. Guards stood along the walls, their expressions serious and alert, hands never far from their weapons. The mansion felt different tonight. Tense. Dangerous. Like the walls themselves were holding their breath.Alexander stopped in front of a heavy metal door at the end of the hallway. Behind it, Aiden could hear someone struggling faintly, muffled sounds of resistance and low voices. One of Marco’s men, no doubt. Alexander turned to Aiden, his deep blue eyes steady but concerned.“I meant what I said earlier.”Aiden looked at him, swallowing hard. “You should stay behind me.”Aiden nodded quickly. “I will.”Alexander studied him for a moment longer, making sure he understood the gravity of the situation. Then he pushed the heavy door open with a

Morning came, but the tension from the night before never left the room. The sunlight filtering through the tall windows felt too bright, almost mocking the heavy atmosphere that had settled over everything. Aiden barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the message Marco had sent. *If you want to protect the boy, come meet me tomorrow night.* The words echoed in his head like a warning he couldn’t ignore, twisting his stomach into knots.Across the room, Alexander was already awake. He stood near the window, buttoning the cuffs of his black shirt with calm, precise movements. His expression looked composed, almost too calm, like he was forcing the mask of the Ice King back into place. But Aiden could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened just slightly when he thought no one was watching.Aiden sat up slowly on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’re really going tonight,” he said quietly, voice still rough from lack of rest.Al

The moment the words left the man’s mouth, the entire warehouse seemed to freeze. The air grew thick, heavy with tension that made breathing feel difficult. “…A boy.”Alexander’s heart dropped. For the first time that night, real anger flashed across his face, raw and terrifying. “Aiden,” he said under his breath, the name like a prayer and a warning all at once.Marco slowly turned toward him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Well… this is interesting.”Alexander’s voice became dangerously quiet, each word laced with ice. “You brought him here?”Marco raised his hands slightly in mock innocence. “Relax, Alex. I didn’t drag him here.” His eyes sparkled with dark amusement. “Looks like your kitten came on his own.”Alexander’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Without another word, he started walking toward the warehouse entrance, every step deliberate and filled with lethal intent. Marco stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Oh no,” Marco said lightly, clearl