Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEANCE: Pregnant With Twins: Bab 61 - Bab 70

"Dad called me last night," Audrey confessed. "He wants me to use Alessandro to get The Cliff back. Did you know he intended to use me as a puppet again?"Olivia lowered her gaze, ashamed."No. His ambition has destroyed what little was left of our marriage. He's turned into a selfish man who only sees assets, not people."Knowing this saddened Audrey. Her mother had been a good wife, but her life had become an ordeal beside a man like Eliot."And my grandchildren?" Olivia asked with a trace of light in her eyes. "I'd give what I have left to meet them."Audrey smiled and showed her a photo on her phone. Seeing the kids, Olivia brought a hand to her mouth, sobbing quietly. Overwhelmed by emotion and nostalgia, Audrey promised she would meet them soon, despite Olivia's fears that Alessandro wouldn't allow it."He doesn't own my will," Audrey stated firmly. "We'll plan a meeting."It was a moment of reconciliation. Audrey realized how much she had missed her mother, and Olivia showed dee

Outside, the sky seemed to have shattered into a thousand pieces. A fierce storm battered the mansion, every lightning flash illuminating the gardens with a white, spectral light, followed by thunder making the windows vibrate. Sleepless, her heart beating with the echo of the afternoon's argument, Audrey wandered the hallway. The house felt immense and cold, like a luxury mausoleum where she was the prisoner on duty. She peeked out the window and confirmed her suspicion: the spot at the entrance where the dark-haired man's car usually parked was empty. He hadn't arrived yet, and that absence gave her the courage—or the recklessness—to act.She knew she was risking it; once before he'd caught her prying where she shouldn't, but curiosity and the need to understand the root of such hatred were stronger than her self-preservation instinct. She crossed the threshold of the study with silent steps, the scent of leather and wood enveloping her. Without turning on the lights, she approached

Minutes later, the silence on the upper floor was abruptly broken. Because Alessandro's room was only a few doors down from hers, Audrey could hear the sound of heavy boots climbing the stairs and the agitated voice of Franco, the head of security, calling out toward the study. Her survival instinct activated. She cracked her door open just an inch and saw the dark-haired man emerge from the office, his shirt still disheveled and his face tense."What is it, Franco?""Sir. Sorry for the interruption, but it's urgent," he reported. "The alarm system at The Cliff has been triggered. There's a fire. The cameras confirm the main property is burning."The name of the place struck her like a physical blow. The Cliff.That wasn't just any property; it was the house where Alessandro had grown up, the sanctuary of his purest memories and the epicenter of his pain. Audrey immediately thought of her father and the phone call they had shared just hours before. She hadn't been able to see his face

The morning sun filtered harshly through the mist still lingering after the previous night's storm. For Alessandro, the dawn didn't bring hope, but a ruthless clarity feeding his thirst for justice. He hadn't slept. He had spent the entire night with the taste of Audrey's kiss on his lips and the cracking of burning wood from The Cliff in his ears—a combination driving him insane.It was barely seven in the morning when his black sports car slammed to a halt in front of the Sullivan residence. Alessandro stepped out of the vehicle with mechanical movements, ignoring the throbbing pain in his temples. He walked into the Sullivan mansion like an apparition of vengeance, brushing past servants stammering excuses about the early hour.He found Eliot Sullivan in the dining room, sitting at the head of a marble table far too big for him. He was eating breakfast with an insulting calm, holding a steaming cup of coffee between his guilty hands. Upon seeing Alessandro, Eliot didn't flinch; he

Dawn seeped through the heavy curtains of the Di Giovanni mansion with a sepulchral paleness, reflecting exactly how Audrey felt. She had woken up with her spirits in the gutter, a heavy body, and a mind saturated with echoes. Ever since she stepped foot in the airport, fleeing five years of shadows, her peace of mind had been bargaining chips in Alessandro's hands. But last night... last night had been the final blow.The threat of fighting for custody of the twins hung in the air like a death sentence. Audrey sat on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands."He only said it out of anger," she repeated to herself like a mantra, begging the heavens that Alessandro's hatred wasn't deep enough to rip the heart from her chest. She didn't understand how he could distrust her so much, how he could believe the lies of a man who had already betrayed him once. She needed to talk to her father. Urgently. Eliot Sullivan wasn't just destroying Alessandro with his dirty game; he was usi