All Chapters of The billionaire Tyrant: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the door closed behind her, Emma let out a shaky breath. She knew this was just the beginning. But she also knew one thing for certain she wasn’t running. Not this time.The hurtful words from Leo’s latest message replayed in her mind after she left Thomas apartment like a haunting refrain. “If I can’t have you, no one will.”She stopped at the window, staring blankly at the street below. The threat had come through her phone immediately she left Thomas apartment, stark and chilling. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was obsession. Her phone buzzed again. For a moment, she hesitated, half-afraid of what might appear on the screen. But when she checked it, her heart eased slightly. Thomas; Heading over. Stay inside.She exhaled, grateful for his presence. Despite the growing tension with Leo and Isabella, Thomas had been her rock. He had seen her fears, her vulnerabilities, and chosen to stand beside her anyway. Minutes later, a knock at the door announced his arrival. Emma rushed

Thomas met her gaze, his expression resolute. “We keep fighting. Together.” The room was quiet now, but the tension was far from dissipated. Thomas sat on the edge of the couch, his posture tense, while Emma paced the living room, her nerves frayed and her thoughts in disarray. “He’s not going to stop, is he?” she asked, breaking the silence. Thomas shook his head. “No, he won’t. Not until he’s either stopped for good or gets what he wants.” “And what he wants…” Emma trailed off, her breath catching as a shiver ran down her spine. “He’s not getting it,” Thomas said firmly, rising to his feet. His presence was solid and reassuring, but Emma could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. She turned to face him, her arms crossed defensively. “How do we stop someone like him? Someone who doesn’t care about boundaries or consequences?” Thomas’s gaze softened. He crossed the room in two strides, taking her hands gently in his. “We do it together. You’re not alone in this, Emma.

The next few days were a haze of tension and sleepless nights. Emma and Thomas knew they were running out of time. Every lead they chased seemed to confirm one chilling truth. Thomas had barely slept since their confrontation with Isabella. He paced the apartment with a relentless energy, his mind spinning through every possible scenario. Emma watched him silently, her own nerves frayed but her resolve solid. They couldn’t stay here anymore. Not with Leo’s men closing in.“I’ve secured a route out of the city,” Thomas said late one night, his voice low but firm. “It’s risky, but it’s our best shot.”Emma sat cross-legged on the couch, a blanket draped over her shoulders. She nodded, “Let’s do it. Whatever it takes.”Thomas crouched in front of her, his hands resting on her knees. “Are you sure? Once we leave, there’s no turning back. We’ll be leaving everything behind.”Emma met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. “I don’t care about the apartment or the city. I care about staying alive.

The night after Leo’s death. The tension that had once spread over the city seemed to disappear leaving behind an unsettling calm. From her balcony, Emma stood wrapped in a shawl, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. The city lights stretched endlessly, a glittering expanse that now felt like hers to command.But at that moment, Emma didn’t feel triumphant. She felt… tired. Tired of the fight, of the schemes, of the weight of revenge that had driven her for so long. For once, she allowed herself to think of something other than power, wealth, or retribution. She thought of her mother’s smile, long gone. Of the gallery they had once shared, now returned to her name. And of Thomas.The sound of soft footsteps behind her pulled her from her thoughts. She didn’t turn around; she didn’t need to. She recognized his presence before he spoke.“Emma.” His voice was a quiet murmur, warm against the chill of the night air. “You should come inside. It’s cold.”“I’m fine,” she replied witho

The first weeks of married life passed like a dream. Emma and Thomas had chosen to postpone their honeymoon Their shared home, a sprawling yet cozy seaside estate, quickly became their sanctuary. It was a place of light and laughter, a sharp contrast to the shadows they had endured.Emma woke up one morning to the sound of waves crashing. Thomas was still asleep beside her, his arm draped protectively across her waist. She took a moment to watch him, marveling at the peace in his expression. For years, both of them had been locked in a relentless struggle. But now, they have found a rare and precious thing, peace.Slipping out of bed quietly, Emma wrapped herself in a robe and stepped out. The air was crisp. She leaned against the railing, her thoughts drifting to the foundation they had built together. In the weeks following the wedding, they had poured their energy into expanding its reach, ensuring that her mother’s dream of empowering the underprivileged became a legacy that could