All Chapters of In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ethan’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his phone as he made the call to secure a penthouse in the city. He arranged for security to pick them up, ensuring everything was in place before ending the call with a sigh. As they waited for the transport, tension hung in the air between him and Brandon, neither speaking as the weight of the night bore down on them.When the security detail finally arrived, Ethan gestured for Brandon to follow him out. They settled into the armored car, the hum of the engine a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts that raced through Ethan’s mind. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that they were being watched, the invisible threat lurking somewhere beyond his reach.Once they arrived at the penthouse, Ethan checked every room, inspecting the locks and security systems while Brandon stood by, watching him with concern. The luxury of the place did nothing to ease the tension between them, and as the night stretched on, Ethan couldn’t sleep. He sta

Ethan’s gaze was sharp as he stood over Brandon, making it clear that he only wanted the truth and no more shenanigans. His words cut deep, each syllable designed to wound."What's going on, Brandon? Don’t even think about lying to me. We promised each other honesty, right?" Ethan’s voice was cold, laced with suspicion.Brandon’s jaw tightened, Ethan’s distrust obvious. His pulse quickened as he felt the accusation in Ethan’s tone. "I don’t think you’re in any position to say that to me," Brandon shot back, his voice trembling with frustration and hurt. "You’ve been dishonest with me about so many things. You make secret calls, and there’s so much about you I don’t know. I think falling in love with you was a mistake."Ethan’s expression hardened, the usual warmth in his eyes replaced by anger. "Not this bull crap again, Brandon. Are you really this foolish? You don’t know how to regulate your emotions?" His voice rose, the irritation clear. "Do you think this is the time to play love

"Looks like Mr. Asher hasn’t been entirely upfront with us," Amira’s voice rang out, her smile sharp and knowing. The camera zoomed in on her, catching the glint in her eyes as she continued, live for all to see. "We’ve just received some evidence that’s going to turn everything upside down. Sit tight, because the truth is about to come out."Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. His chest tightened, and the heat from the studio lights felt like needles against his skin. On the massive screen behind Amira, videos and photos of him with Brandon appeared—each private moment, every touch, every stolen glance, now displayed for the entire world to witness. It was like being laid bare, every piece of his secret life exposed.Brandon. The name echoed through Ethan’s mind, a torrent of betrayal and rage flooding his chest. "Why would he do this?" The thought tore at him as he bolted from the studio, his pulse thudding in his ears, matching the frantic rhythm of his footsteps.Outside, his eyes lande

As the ambulance neared Brandon’s house, Ethan’s heart couldn't take it anymore at the sight of the chaos. Crowds of people huddled together in corners, some crying, others clutching their loved ones in silence.The street was a scene of devastation. Ethan, despite his weakened state, forced himself to sit up, his body protesting with every movement. He felt defeated as he watched the wreckage, dreading the truth that lurked beneath the surface.The ambulance pulled into the driveway, and his worst fears came to life. It was a mirror image of the destruction at his company—bloodstains on the pavement, bodies covered in white sheets, flashing police lights, the press already swarming the scene like vultures, hungry for more tragedy. But it was the house that shook him to his core.Reduced to nothing but ashes, only fragments of walls stood, the structure that once was Brandon’s home now obliterated. Smoke still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of what had been lost.Without wai

"I'm thirsty," Brandon mumbled, his voice hoarse from days of dehydration.Yes, we all thought he was dead. Turns out, he was barely alive.Penelope, ever eager to care for him in her twisted way, grabbed a bottle of water. "Let me help you with it," she offered, her voice sickly sweet as she bent down to place the top of the bottle against his cracked lips.Brandon snatched it from her. "Don't touch me, you filthy whore!" he spat, his voice weak.Penelope's face tightened for a moment, but she forced a calm smile. "You know I've been faithful to you. And, I would be faithful to you forever. Don't make me out to be the bad person here."Sneering, Brandon glared at her. "Aren't you a horrible person?" His voice was low, filled with a contempt that had grown like a wildfire over the past few months.Penelope shook her head, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "No, I'm not. I’m just in love with you.""You must be mad," Brandon growled. "You cheated on me and then married someone else.