All Chapters of The Billionaire's Entrapment : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aramis walked with a slight stagger.The five glasses of brandy he drank to celebrate his happy feelings made his head dizzy. He went to his bedroom, plopped down on the bed, and burped. Bellona, ​​who was still sitting in front of the dressing table for her facial treatment, glanced and snorted in annoyance. She felt disgusted seeing Aramis, who was now lying on the bed.This wasn't the first time she regretted having a husband like Aramis.'If only he weren't the first son in the Winter family.'It was uncertain how many times Bellona thought that way.They have been married for twenty-five years. But during that time, Bellona still didn't feel she loved Aramis.'My goal is to become the High Mistress of the Winter family.'She thought, applying the serum and gently massaging her face, trying not to mind Aramis' snoring that sounded like a pig'And the only way to achieve that is to marry Aramis. Even though I wouldn't say I like it, I must endure it. At least, so Garren can inheri

"It's so amusing! Finally, I can show everyone who the winner is."Bellona was in her room when Aramis entered noisily.She glanced at the wall clock.At this time, Aramis should have been in the office, but he decided to go home earlier. As to what could be the reason, Bellona didn't need to ask.She already knew the answer."Oh, my Dear Bella-Bella. I'm so happy. Now you admit that your husband is a great man, right?"Bellona usually didn't like it when Aramis called her 'Bella-Bella.' But this time, she just let it go."Oh, Aramis. My dear husband. I've heard about the news, and I'm so happy for you."Bellona grabbed Aramis and complimented him. She also smiled widely."Yeah, you do, huh? Now you know who your husband is, right?"Bellona just smiled when Aramis patted her cheek.She didn't even resist when Aramis kissed her greedily. He rubbed her breasts roughly and made her blouse, driven by a famous designer, get messy.Bellona also did not refuse when Aramis buried his face in

"Haa... So, in the end, Airland fell into the Wincorp's hands."Maximilian Myers poured three glasses of whiskey at a time while complaining."So, after a long and tiring battle, MAC finally lost. Ha!"He put down his whiskey bottle with more force, then lowered his head.For a few moments, Max was silent while Alex and Caleb exchanged questioning looks.Currently, the three founders of MAC Capital Management are sitting on the roof of their office building. They spend time here after work.They sat around a small table with a crystal whiskey decanter, a small bowl of nuts and dried fruit to snack on, and three glasses.Not far from where they sat, there were their used dinner plates piled up."I didn't think that I would be able to lose to Aramis Winter."Max muttered to himself. He sounds so pitiful."I, Maximilian Myers, lost to someone like Aramis. He, who has always been known not to have enough brains to think that way, was able to beat me.""Max?""Oh, Lord. My pride. How's it

Aramis felt that he has a bone to pick. "You son of a bitch! Ten years—I fed and clothed you—curse you! Repaying my grace with enmity?” What Aramis said was, of course, a load of bullshit. It wasn't him who cared for and raised Alex. If Elliot had said that, then Alex could still accept it. But Aramis? Ha! "It must be you who cost me a fortune to win Airland's bidding! All of this must be your doing! Fucking cunts. Go to hell!" Alex's brow furrowed. Right now, Aramis was behaving like a drunken man. Aramis’ anger exploded when he saw a smile grace Alex’s face. ‘How dare you smile, you lowly thing, making me sick to my stomach!' "Good afternoon, Uncle Aramis. How are you today?" Alex greeted him kindly, and this made Aramis even angrier. "I also wanted to talk to you, but it's too bad because I have to go now. Well, what else can I do? There are many things I need to do well." "You— you—" "I'll take my leave first. See you tonight, Uncle. Have a nice day." Alex smiled an

"What exactly have you been doing, Alex?""Hmm? What do you mean? Elisha, what have I done?”Elisha rolled her eyes."Don't feign ignorance. Your Grandpa couldn't have changed that drastically without a cause for it.""So, you mean my Grandpa, Elisha? Wow, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you wanted to talk about me."Elisha took a deep breath, trying to increase her stock of patience."I don't need to talk about you, Alex.""Why? Does that mean you don't feel the least bit attracted to me?""Because I already know about you."Alex's forehead creased. He even turned his head to look at Elisha, even though he was driving."Really?" he asked with a chuckle."Elisha, I would be very impressed if you knew about me.""Would you like to hear?""Try me.""Alexander Winter. Twenty-eight years old, and your birthday is on the twentieth of December. The only son of Adrianus Winter and Willona Garcia. Their marriage did not get the blessing, thus driving them out of the Winter family. Origin