Semua Bab The Billionaire's Secret Obsession : Bab 121 - Bab 130

CHAPTER 121I revved the engine of my sleek sports car as I pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the storm brewing in the house. The purr of the engine drowned out the turmoil in my mind, focusing my thoughts on the club I was headed to – Fire-Z.Fire-Z was more than just a club; it was an experience, a sanctuary for the elite where the night came alive with pulsating beats and shimmering lights. As I approached, the neon sign bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning me into its embrace.The line snaked around the block, eager patrons vying for their chance to step into the realm of luxury and indulgence. But not me. With a nod to the bouncer, I bypassed the queue, the velvet rope parting like the Red Sea before me.Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of expensive perfumes mingled with the heady aroma of alcohol. The dance floor pulsed with bodies moving in sync to the rhythm, while plush booths lined the walls, occupied by the city's elite.

IRISGiana's voice halted me in my tracks as I stormed away from the park, her tone laced with urgency. Reluctantly, I turned around to face her, my heart still heavy with betrayal and confusion."What do you want, Giana?" I asked, my voice tinged with frustration.Giana approached me with a determined stride, her expression unreadable as she met my gaze. "Iris, please," she said, her voice softening slightly. "There's something you need to know."I hesitated for a moment, wary of her intentions. But something in her eyes urged me to listen, to give her a chance to speak her truth."What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite myself.Giana glanced over her shoulder at Walter, who stood a few paces away, his expression tense with apprehension. Then, turning back to me, she took a deep breath and began to speak."Walter doesn't know the whole truth about my pregnancy," Giana said, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something he's been hiding from you."I felt a surge of an

IRISAs Les and I sat together in the living room one evening, a knock on the door interrupted our quiet evening at home. I glanced at Les, a furrow of confusion creasing my brow as he rose from the couch to answer the door.To my surprise, standing on our doorstep was Walter, his expression hesitant as he shifted from one foot to the other. I felt a twinge of apprehension at the sight of him, memories of our past conflicts stirring within me."Hey, Les," Walter said, his voice cautious as he greeted my fiancé. "Can we talk?"Les's gaze softened as he looked at Walter, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Sure, come on in," he said, stepping aside to let him enter.I watched as Walter crossed the threshold into our home, his posture tense as he glanced around the room. There was an awkwardness in the air, a sense of uncertainty hanging between us like a heavy fog."Iris," Walter said, his voice quiet as he turned to face me. "I... I wanted to apologize."I blinked in surprise at his word

LESAs I raced home in my sports car, my heart was pounding with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. I dialed my brother's number, my hands shaking with adrenaline as I waited for him to pick up."James, pick up the damn phone," I muttered under my breath, my voice filled with urgency as I navigated the dark streets of the city. I needed answers, and I needed them now.But as the phone continued to ring unanswered, a sense of dread washed over me like a tidal wave. What if James was involved in something he couldn't get out of? What if he was in danger? What if...?I pushed aside the nagging doubts and focused on the task at hand, my mind racing with a thousand different scenarios as I sped towards home. Iris was waiting for me, and I couldn't afford to let her down.As I turned onto our street, my heart leapt into my throat at the sight of Iris standing on the front porch, her face pale and drawn with worry. I skidded to a stop in front of the house and jumped out of the car, my feet

IRISAn involuntary groan slipped past my lips as a terrible ache surrounded my head. Blinking my ryes open, my surroundings came into focus followed by the onslaught of the memories of what had happened earlier. Massimo had driven me to a warehouse of sorts where I had discovered that he was selling me off to a bunch of Russians who paid him in gold bars. Before I knew it, I was thrown in the boot of a car and after a while, I was brought out at a port. When I realized I was being shipped out of the city, struggled, scratched and fought back but the Russians inserted something in my neck which made me pass out. Jerking awake and sitting upright, I realized I was now in a cell surrounded by darkness that was only pierced by a small light coming from a window. Rising to my feet, I swayed on my way to the window and had to stand on my toes to peek out. Just as I had suspected, I was on a boat but luckily it was still docked and hadn't left. Immediately, I pulled my cell phone from a