All Chapters of Beauty And The Beast: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The warehouse remained silent after Alexander’s words. *He’s mine.* The tension in the air felt heavy enough to break, thick and electric, like the moment before a storm finally unleashes. Aiden could still feel Alexander’s arm around his waist, firm and protective, anchoring him in the middle of the chaos. His heart was beating fast, but he didn’t pull away. For the first time since this whole mess began, he felt like he truly belonged somewhere.Across from them, Marco slowly clapped, the sound sharp and mocking in the quiet space. “Well, well,” he said with a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Alexander King Costello… claiming someone in front of everyone. I never thought I’d see the day.”Alexander’s expression didn’t change. His deep blue eyes remained cold and steady, the mask of the Ice King firmly in place. “You’ve seen enough tonight, Marco.”Marco tilted his head, clearly enjoying the power he thought he held. “Not quite.” His eyes moved from Alexander to Aiden, shar

The mansion was quiet that night. Too quiet. After everything that had happened with Marco and Aiden’s family, the world finally seemed to slow down, like it was giving them a moment to breathe. The chaos of the warehouse confrontation, the painful visit from his stepmother and stepsister, and the raw honesty they had shared earlier in the evening had left Aiden feeling both exhausted and strangely light. He stood by the large window in their bedroom, looking out at the city lights twinkling in the distance like distant stars.He didn’t hear Alexander walk in. But he felt his presence immediately, that quiet, commanding energy that always seemed to fill whatever space he entered. “Thinking again?” Alexander’s deep voice asked from behind him, low and warm.Aiden smiled slightly, not turning around right away. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”Alexander walked closer until he was standing right behind him, close enough that Aiden could feel the heat from his body. “Sometimes it is.

One month later, Marco sat in the VIP room of a dimly lit club, nursing a glass of expensive whiskey that tasted like ash in his mouth. The bass from the music thumped through the walls, vibrating against his skin, but it did little to drown out the anger that still simmered in his chest. Alexander King Costello. That name had haunted him for weeks, a constant reminder of the humiliation at the warehouse. The way Aiden had stood beside him, defiant and unafraid. The way Alexander had looked at the boy like he was something worth protecting. It made Marco sick.He had decided to let it go. Or at least, he told himself that every night as he drowned the bitterness in alcohol. Revenge was a fool’s game when the odds were stacked against you. Alexander’s empire was too strong, his reach too wide. Marco had moved to another country, a quieter city with neon lights and endless nights, trying to rebuild what little he had left. A new life. A new start. Or so he kept repeating to himself as t

The private jet hummed smoothly through the clouds, the cabin quiet except for the low rumble of the engines. Marco sat across from Sebastian, scowling at him with arms crossed tightly over his chest. The hangover from the night before still throbbed behind his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the storm of anger and confusion raging inside him. Sebastian, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease in his tailored black shirt, legs crossed as he sipped a glass of whiskey. His dark eyes never left Marco, watching him like a predator studying its prey.Marco shifted uncomfortably under the gaze, refusing to look away. “You think this changes anything?” he muttered, voice rough from the night before. “Dragging me back like some lost property?”Sebastian’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. “It changes everything, Marcus. You ran once. I let you. This time, I won’t be so generous.”Marco clenched his jaw, turning to stare out the window at the endless blue sky. The memory of t

The following week on Monday, Marco arrived at work with a mix of nerves and quiet determination. The sleek glass building of Sebastian’s company towered over the bustling city street, its modern design reflecting the morning sun like a statement of power and success. Marco adjusted the simple button down shirt and slacks he had chosen, nothing too flashy, nothing that screamed privilege. He wanted to blend in, to prove he could do this on his own terms. No special treatment. No one knowing who he really was. Just Marco, starting from the bottom like everyone else.He walked through the revolving doors, the cool air conditioned lobby greeting him with the low hum of conversations and the click of heels on marble floors. The receptionist gave him a polite smile when he showed his ID badge, directing him to the orientation room on the fifth floor. Marco took the elevator up, heart beating a little faster than he wanted to admit. This was new territory. For years, he had lived in the sha