All Chapters of The Beautiful Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LINDEN That sick son of a bitch! “Where are you going?” Estelle followed me out of the Gunner Room. “I need some air.” My blood was still boiling. I was still shaking with rage. I would have already broken his face if he was just in front of me. Father-in-law or not, I didn’t give a fuck. He couldn’t accept Estelle chose me over his pompous ass boy, and now he wanted to ruin us. “Hey.” She took my hand, linking it with hers. She knew I was shaking. “I should be the one furious. He ruined my company, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction he craves, Gabriel. He thinks he succeeded. No, he did not. The company will be back on track now that I know who’s behind it. And you and I are still here, together.” We walked to my office, and I rubbed my temple, and it didn’t miss her sharp eyes. “You should go back to your office or go home. Take some time to rest.” “I have tons of work to do.” She pressed my hand against her lips. Estelle always calmed me down, but not this time. H

ESTELLE “Gabriel?” But I met different eyes. I wiped my tears away. “Qamar.” I threw myself into him and hugged him. I badly needed someone to tell or lie to me that everything would be okay. “It’s okay.” He patted my back and said it was okay, but I didn’t feel okay. It still didn’t make things feel all right. “I’ll be fine.” I pulled away and went back to lying in the same position. Qamar pulled the blanket to cover me. “Do you need anything?” “No. He’s leaving me. I don’t know what happened, but something went terribly wrong. He’s not the man I know. He’s not my Gabriel. The man with me earlier is not my husband. He’s a different person.” “He’s hurting.” “Well, shit. He just broke my heart.” Tears kept pouring as I remembered what he just said. That was the worst thing he ever did to me. I didn’t even know if I could forgive him. *** I woke up feeling empty. His side of the bed was empty. My eyes were puffy. My chest hurt, but I was not giving up because I just lost a husb

ESTELLE “So you did all this to get to me?” I stood before my father in his house. A woman, just around my age, was still in a robe waiting upstairs. I didn’t want to judge women by their choices, but I couldn’t believe someone like her would be interested in a man her father’s age. That’s creepy and disgusting. “The product review, insulting my husband, and now you also ruined my marriage because you thought it was Gabriel’s influence that forced me to kick you out of the board.” “Linden is just using you.” “And you’re not? It wasn’t enough that you and Tyrion arranged my marriage to Klayton. I almost married that lazy good-for-nothing ass and ruined my life.” “Why, I’m not surprised that he chose to leave you?” “How did you know?” “I only gave him a chance to pick a choice, and he didn’t choose you. Now I believe that he’s not after your money. On the other hand, you deserve better than him.” “So you made him choice over what?” “His friend will get killed.” His admission mad

LINDEN “I need to see my wife,” I informed my team as soon as we landed home. I was just glad that we all came back alive, even if Ilya’s powerful criminal empire might hunt us down one by one. Jasper went with Grace for a debriefing. “Good luck with that. Estelle was actually the one who found the letter that led us to the coordinates. She’s furious.” “I know.” My chest constricted. “I hurt her, but I’ll ask for her forgiveness for the rest of my life if I have to. Thank you for being there for her in my absence.” “Now that sounds like my real brother, not the asshole who hurt his wife last night.” When I finally arrived back at the house, the familiarity of being home came rushing back to me with the face of my wife in pain. “Estelle?” I climbed upstairs, hoping to find her in our bedroom or the nursery room she was still working on. I admired her tenacity for not allowing me to get involved. I trusted her, and I had no doubt she could pull it off and make the room beautiful f

LINDEN “Open this fucking door, or I will tear this down, mio amico!” Terzo yelled, followed by banging on the door. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this, you will see bullet holes in it.” Who would have thought my weakness was a woman? I’d rather die early with liver cirrhosis or liver cancer than live longer without my wife. Yeah, I fucking loved her, and I couldn’t imagine a life without her. And I would do anything for her, even leaving her so she could be happy. Well, at least I still got the chance to see a glimpse of her smile, even from a distance. And here I was, drowning myself in alcohol every night, and even a mafia underboss like Terzo could not stop me. “My man. Come on, open this door!” He kept banging. The doorknob rattled when he could tear it down. Thankfully, I was alone living in the villa. “Get away! I’m still alive. Fuck off!” My voice roared, loud enough to wake the dead before I covered my head with the pillow. I could still hear him. Moments later, I