All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Escape Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kylan It had been so long since I've had a chance to really rest that I almost forgot that I had other duties to attend to. This whole business with Joanna and her gang had gotten me on a one track mind for quite some time now. Which meant I had ended up neglecting my company, something that Cole made sure to call to my attention any chance he got. Even though I had told him about the mafia's existence, I hadn't given him the full details just yet. As I got up from my bed with the intention of opening my curtains to let in the fresh morning sun, the memory of the call I received last night replayed itself in my head. It had only been a few days since I wiped out the Viper Gang, but fate still refuses to let me rest easy. Christopher's lawyers were back again, and now claimed to have tangible evidence against me. Something tangible enough that the judge had called me and my lawyers back to court for the next trial. The good thing about this was that Cole had not sounded worrie

Kylan Just like the court, the city harbor was not a place individuals like me frequented. But this time I had taken a bit of effort to use a different car since driving a Camaro into a port would not be very normal. And for what I had planned, subtlety was important. As I got closer, the fresh scent of the water filled the air around. I passed through the security checkpoint with nothing more than a single look at the officers at the post. Although they looked like regular law enforcement, I knew that was not the case. Ports like this one existed at multiple points along the city's coastline, and none of them were owned by the city's government despite what the people might think. Each of the ports were owned and managed by private corporations who would then lease out the structures to the government to use for import and export, all at a price completely dictated by them. This sort of behind-the-scenes collaboration made it difficult to determine who exactly held the ruling

Katarina With Kylan at work, things got really boring at home. Diana was not being very nice, and I had no idea what I could possibly discuss with Festus. He seemed like a chill guy, but he wasn't exactly the type of person I could have fun with. He was always serious, professional and never stepped out of his official act. I left my room and headed down to the living room where Diana was seated. She seemed invested in what she was watching on the screen, and barely noticed my presence as I stepped into the room. She only came to realize that there was someone else in the room with her when I settled beside her on the couch. Her eyes slowly drifted towards my position, and all of a sudden she seemed uninterested in continuing the series playing on the screen. Her attention was now focused on her phone, and she didn't say a word to me despite the two of us being in the same room. The usual Diana would have welcomed me with a smile, possibly offered to make me a drink if I was u

Kylan As I worked on the files, I could not help but wonder what exactly had gotten into Diana recently. While she and I had been quite close growing up, she had never been so expressive with her actions and thoughts. I had been relieved back when she had come to help me out with Katarina and everything that had been going on then. But after I had dealt with the Viper gang, I had expected her to return back to handling her own matters. Instead she had stuck around and had even gotten closer to Katarina. That was a good thing as far as I was concerned though. If the woman I loved and my sister were getting along, I had no reason to complain. Diana's newfound interest in the company's matters was the only thing that just seemed out of place. Not to mention that she seemed to have a lot of free time on her hands lately. I could not remember having interacted with her so much as I had over the past week. Just two days ago, she had invited herself as my plus-one to an art exhi

KylanAt some point, I was starting to wonder if these papers were somehow multiplying when I wasn't looking. I had already long lost count of the number of hours I had spent behind this desk, working my mind and body to their limits in an effort to get through the files on my desk. It was probably late by now, and I had lost track of time. But yet, as I looked at the stacks across the black wooden surface, it was as if I had yet to make a single dent. I looked down at the document right in front of me, a complex ledger that was detailing a pending transaction of a high enough level of importance that it required the signature of the highest power in the company. I quickly read through it, putting my advanced processing skills obtained through hundreds of hours of effort and experience. It did not take me long to go through the entire document, finding it suitable before I moved to sign at the right places. Just before I could pick up the next document, my phone lit up with