All Chapters of In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The moment their feet touched Greek soil, Britney's face lit up like Times Square on New Year's Eve. Her phone materialized in her hand as if by magic, and she began documenting their arrival with the fervor of a National Geographic photographer discovering a new species.Brandon found himself caught between amusement and irritation. On one hand, his sister's unbridled joy was infectious. On the other, he could already feel the tendrils of influencer-induced exhaustion creeping up on him."It's been a pleasure flying with you, Mr. and Miss Daniel," Miranda's melodic voice cut through Britney's rapid-fire camera clicks. The flight attendant's smile was as warm as the Greek sun beating down on them. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways until your return journey. Celine will assist you temporarily, and then you'll be in the capable hands of Lornado, your guard, and Gary, your driver."Brandon nodded, his mind already simplifying the entourage. "Thank you, Miranda. We won't be needing t

The restaurant aptly named "Poseidon's Realm," was breathtaking. Built on a series of platforms extending over the Saronic Gulf, it gave the illusion of floating on water. Glass floors in certain sections allowed diners to peer into the illuminated depths below, where fish darted between swaying seagrasses.The décor was a harmonious blend of classical and contemporary elegance. Ionic columns supported a ceiling painted to resemble the night sky, complete with constellations rendered in twinkling fiber-optic lights. The walls featured elaborate murals depicting scenes from Greek mythology, rendered in a striking modern style.Greece never missed the opportunity to show off its tales, heritage and mythology.Brandon and Britney were seated at a prime table near the edge of the platform, offering a mesmerising view of the moonlit sea. Lornado took up a position at a nearby table, his vigilant gaze sweeping the surroundings even as he maintained a respectful distance.A waitress came sho

Nana, their second sister, had been different. For years, Ethan had clung to the hope that she might be an ally, a lifeline in the toxic sea of their family dynamics. But Nana had chosen self-preservation over sisterly love. She had married young and moved away, turning a blind eye to the abuse Ethan suffered at Noah's hands.Ethan's jaw clenched as he remembered the desperate phone calls, the pleas for help that went unanswered. Nana could have been his rescuer, his knight in shining armor. Instead, she had chosen silence and distance, leaving him to weather the storm alone.The pain of that abandonment still stung, a wound that had never fully healed. Ethan had eventually cut ties with Nana too, unable to reconcile her inaction with the love she claimed to feel for him. Her selfishness had cost her a brother, and Ethan another piece of his already fractured heart.Then there was his father, Noah. The man's uncharacteristic silence was more deafening than any shouting match. Noah was

"Are you the one who's been sending me those anonymous texts?" Brandon cut in, realization dawning.Collins nodded eagerly. "Yes, Brandon. I'm trying to warn you. Please, listen. Ethan Asher isn't a saint. You don't know anything about him. He–""I know more about him than I do about my own father," Brandon snapped. "He offered me a job, he's been nothing but helpful after you destroyed our family.""That's because he's feeling–"A soft knock interrupted them. Lornado's voice came through the door, inquiring about the commotion. Brandon dismissed him, claiming it was nothing. The sound of retreating footsteps signaled Lornado's departure."I'm calling the cops," Brandon announced, reaching for his phone.Panic flashed across Collins's face. "No, you can't. Brandon," his voice broke, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."He moved towards the door, checking the hallway before turning back to his children one last time. "Don't trust anyone.

Brandon perched on a sun-bleached driftwood bench, his fingers tracing the weathered grooves as if they held the answers he sought. No, they didn't. But the environment was relaxing.A nearby jazz quartet coaxed melancholy notes from their instruments, the music twining with the cry of seagulls. He loved the sound."You really screwed up this time, didn't you?" he muttered to himself, replaying his venomous words to Britney. Each word was unkind, and he could still see the hurt blooming in her eyes. She was just a kid, for Christ's sake. A kid playing dress-up in an adult world that threatened to swallow them both whole.As twilight deepened, Brandon's legs propelled him along the boardwalk, muscle memory guiding him while his mind battled. A quaint flower stand caught his eye, its buckets overflowing with adorable blooms that seemed to call out to him."Peonies," he said to the vendor, the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. "They're her favorite."The walk back to the penth