All Chapters of In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Despite the separation, Brandon clung to a sliver of hope that his relationship with Ethan might somehow heal. But as two months passed without any communication between them, the reality of their estrangement began to settle in. The silence was deafening, and it became clear that this wasn’t just a break—it was the end.His job at Wings was gone, too. Fired without so much as a word from Ethan, Brandon was left to pick up the pieces of his life. Being without work wasn’t something he could tolerate for long, so he sent out applications, and luck was on his side. He landed a position as a chef at a high-end restaurant. Yet, oddly, the success only deepened his sadness. It was a stark reminder that Ethan was no longer looking out for him. The Ethan he knew would have intervened, would have stopped him from getting a job, insisting he didn't need to work. Now, Ethan wasn’t there. Brandon had to learn to fend for himself, to move on somehow.Ethan would have gone as far as sabotaging his

The past few months had vanished hurriedly for Ethan. Meals were little more than obligations, and the thought of a quiet dinner seemed almost foreign now. His days folded into each other, a relentless march of meetings and deals. To everyone else, it looked like he was pouring himself into reviving Wings, but that was just the cover. In reality, work was the only thing keeping him from facing himself.And it worked. Wings was thriving, rising from the ashes almost despite his chaotic grip on the reins. He, however, was unraveling beneath the surface.Another night. Another deal. Ethan's handshake lingered a moment longer with Mr. Zoab, his mind already skipping ahead to the next move. The low hum of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses barely registered anymore. He nodded, forced a smile—it was done.Dressed to perfection, he wore power well. But the flawless suit, the controlled expression, none of it could hide what he refused to deal with. Not for much longer.The smile f

As Ethan left the station, his posture remained sharp, controlled, even as the chaos of flashing cameras and shouting reporters descended like a storm. The press had already swarmed the premises, but Carter, backed by a squad of security, moved swiftly to carve out a protective path.They formed a human barrier, guiding Ethan through the frenzy to his waiting car. He slid inside, calmly buckling his seatbelt, and pulled out his phone—the one he had handed to Detective Chen earlier had been a decoy, a secured device meant to protect what was left of the blackboard.He stared at the screen, fingers hovering. His eyes found that video again, the one Eliot had sent him. He’d played it more times than he cared to admit. Still, his thumb tapped the play button as if pulled by a force beyond him.The video started, its familiar dim light flickering to life. Eliot sat hunched in the shadows, his face barely illuminated by the soft glow of a single lamp. His eyes, bloodshot and glassy, glisten

Meanwhile, Ethan’s home was a hive of activity, buzzing with preparations. It felt like a royal banquet was about to take place—anticipation thick in the air. The garden, which usually stood simple and serene, had been transformed into a romantic haven. Twinkling fairy lights draped overhead, casting a soft, ethereal glow.Roses in shades of blush and ivory lined the pathways, their sweet fragrance blending with the gentle hum of the evening breeze. Lanterns flickered on every table, surrounded by arrangements of lush greenery, making the entire setting feel as if it had been plucked from a storybook. There were lavender roses at the left corner. A soft melody floated through the air, the sound of strings tuning, hinting at a live quartet waiting for the right moment to strike a chord.Inside the house, high-end chefs moved in a synchronized dance through the kitchen, crafting an array of gourmet dishes. The counters were filled with fresh ingredients, gleaming utensils, and simmering

"Can you at least tell me how he died?" Brandon demanded, his voice shaking as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, the cold handcuffs biting into his wrists. Every breath felt heavy, suffocating."He was poisoned," the leader replied casually from the front seat, never bothering to look back. His focus remained on the iPad in his hands, as if discussing Ethan’s death was just another part of his job.Brandon’s heart felt like it stopped. Poisoned? The air in the van felt thick and choking now, barely enough to keep him from spiraling into full-blown panic. "Poisoned." The word rang one too many times in his mind. Ethan was supposed to be waiting for him, alive, full of life and love. The idea that someone had deliberately harmed him—taken him away—was excruciating.He needed to speak to someone, anyone who could snap him out of this nightmare. Carter, maybe. Or even Britney. Just one call to confirm this wasn’t happening, that it was all some twisted joke. His eyes burned with unsh