All Chapters of The Billonaires’s marital crisis: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fabio stood frozen in the middle of his living room, his thoughts racing in every direction. The silence that had once been his refuge now felt like a prison. Sophia’s footsteps echoed in his mind as she walked away from him, each step a reminder of the growing distance between them. He had no idea how to fix this, how to pull her back from the brink when his entire world was teetering on the edge.He looked around the room, searching for something to anchor him, something to ground him in the moment. His gaze landed on the family photo that sat on the mantel—his parents, himself, and Felix, all smiling at the camera during one of those rare, peaceful moments. The image was like a ghost from a simpler time, taunting him with what he’d lost, with what he was in danger of losing forever.The shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Fabio’s heart pounded as he reached for it, praying it wasn’t more bad news. The screen displayed Marco’s n

Fabio stood frozen in the kitchen, the note from Sophia trembling in his hands. His eyes skimmed over the words again, his mind struggling to accept what he was reading. The emptiness of the house echoed in his ears, amplifying the silence that now felt like a suffocating weight. *I’m staying with my parents for a few days. Please understand… I love you, but I need some space.*The finality of her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and he felt the ground beneath him shift. He wanted to chase after her, to beg her to come back, but he knew deep down that giving her the space she needed was the only thing he could do. He slowly set the note down on the kitchen counter, his fingers lingering on the paper as if it could somehow anchor him to reality. His heart raced, each beat reminding him of the fragility of his situation. He had made so many mistakes, and now he feared that Sophia was slipping away from him.As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

The first thing Fabio noticed when he stepped into his office was the smell of fresh coffee—rich, dark, and inviting. It was a small comfort, one he normally would have welcomed after the chaos of the night. But today, that scent only heightened his anxiety. He paused, his hand hovering over the steaming mug on his desk. It was out of place, like an offering from a ghost. He hadn't ordered any coffee. He hadn’t even told anyone he was coming to the office. So who had?Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back, to leave this room before it was too late. But Fabio was a man who faced his demons head-on, and this was no different. He slowly picked up the cup, feeling the warmth seeping through the porcelain into his hand. He brought the cup closer to his face, but before he could take a sip, a sudden movement caught his eye. In the reflection of the window, he saw it—a shadow, just barely distinguishable against the dim morning light. Someone was here, lurking just out o

Fabio's heart pounded with the rhythm of dread as he drove through the city's streets. The sky was overcast, and the oppressive clouds hung low, reflecting the turmoil within him. The shadows of the past few weeks had deepened, creeping into every aspect of his life. And now, as he approached the office, a sense of foreboding loomed over him like a dark cloud.His phone buzzed on the passenger seat, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen—an unknown number. His gut clenched as he picked it up.“Fabio,” he answered, his voice clipped.A moment of silence followed, then a voice he hadn’t heard in years filled the car. "You thought you could escape, didn’t you?"Fabio's blood ran cold. It was Dante. "I’m in town, brother. It's time we settled things." The line went dead before Fabio could respond.The world seemed to tilt, the weight of the moment crashing down on him. Dante was here, in the city, ready to tear apart whatever semblance of peace Fabio had tried to build.

The tension in the air was suffocating. Every breath Fabio took felt labored, his chest tightening as the weight of the inevitable pressed down on him. This was it—the moment he had been dreading and preparing for, the culmination of everything that had led him down this dark path. He could no longer hide from the reality of the situation. The time had come to face it head-on, to end this once and for all.He had spent the entire night awake, sitting in the dark, staring at the ceiling as the events of the past few weeks played over in his mind like a broken record. Dante’s threats, the secrets he had kept from Sophia, the decision to fully embrace the criminal world he had once tried to escape. It all converged into a single point, the pressure building until he felt like he was going to explode.When the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, Fabio knew what he had to do. He could no longer afford to hesitate, to delay the inevitable. If he didn’t act now, everythi