All Chapters of Renting Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Raisel - POVI gripped Soren’s hand tightly as I sat next to the ambulance, my heart pounding with a sickening sense of déjà vu. The last time I was here, he’d been shot, and now, poisoned. I fought to keep my tears at bay, forcing a deep breath as the ambulance tore through the streets.The vehicle screeched to a stop. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door swung open, and instead of hospital staff, a towering man in a black suit blocked my path.“What’s going on?” I demanded, panic creeping into my voice. “Where are you taking him?”Before I could get an answer, rough hands grabbed me, dragging me away.“Hey! Stop! Who are you people?” I shouted, struggling against the iron grip that pulled me into a dark, basement-like place.“Let go of me!” I screamed, my voice cracking. The man yanked me forward, unbothered. He cocked his gun, eyes cold and unfeeling.“Walk quietly. My sister doesn’t like loud voices,” he ordered icily. My heart stuttered as I glanced around, noticing armed

Soren - POVMy eyes struggled to adjust to the dim room, a sharp headache pounding in my skull. As my vision cleared, I took in my surroundings—men dressed in black, handguns holstered at their waists, eyes cold and watchful. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were bound to the chair, and something rough was gagging my mouth. Panic surged when I glanced across the room and sawSusan, still unconscious, tied to a chair opposite me.“I’d suggest you don’t move,” a man next to me said coldly. His tone left no room for argument. I glared at him, my breath hitching as he nodded toward the floor.“You see that little wire connecting your chair to hers?” he asked, a cruel smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. I looked down, heart pounding. Shit. We were sitting on bombs—one wrong move, and we’d be blown to pieces.“Stay still,” he warned again, but my mind was racing. Where was she? If they had us, they must have her too. I had to find a way out of this.“You’re awake, I see—the l

Soren - POVThe gun felt heavy in my hand as I moved through the rooms, eyes sharp, finger light on the trigger. No sign of the Reaper men. But they knew we were here. I could feel it. Jace approached, his face dark and bruised.“They’re gone,” he said, voice grim.“They figured out you’re the mole,” I muttered.“Yeah, too late,” he replied with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Managed to break out.” He shrugged, but I saw how his hands trembled.Susan stumbled in, breathless and pale. “Did you find Raisel?” she asked, voice cracked with worry.“She’s with Viktor,” Jace answered. “Heard it over a dead guard’s walkie.”“Fuck!” I hissed, the word seething through clenched teeth. “Where the hell is the rest of the team? Why are they so damn slow?”Susan’s squad was finally regrouping with Rocher, their faces drawn and bloody.“One of them slapped a tracker on Viktor’s car,” Rocher said, tossing me the keys. But Susan crumpled to the ground, barely holding on. The fight in the basemen

Raisel - POVThe sound of chatter pulled me from sleep. I rolled out of bed, eyes heavy, and opened the door. Hazel, Fiora, and Gwen stood there, their faces lighting up as they rushed in, wrapping me in a group hug. The sudden weight made me stumble, but I caught myself, managing a small smile.“Sorry you went through so much,” Hazel muttered, stepping back. Her eyes were soft with sympathy. My gaze flicked to Soren, who lingered a few steps behind. His eyes said enough—he’d told them everything. Well, maybe not everything. Definitely not his own sins. Gwen’s tear-streaked cheeks said enough about the parts she did know.Soren approached, his expression calm but intent.“Guys, can you give us a minute?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm. He took my hand, leading me back into the room we shared.“Hey! Not fair, hogging all the time!” Hazel called out, mock-annoyed. I chuckled despite everything, the sound brittle and raw.The door clicked shut behind us, and the space between us fel

Raisel’s POVSoren stepped in, a warm smile on his lips, holding a cake with candles flickering on top. “Happy Birthday, Raisel,” he said smoothly.I blinked.“Happy Birthday!” everyone cheered in unison. My eyes flicked toward the clock—12:00 AM. Right on time.“Come on, cut the cake,” Hazel urged.I smiled, blowing out the candles as a round of claps and cheers filled the rooftop. I sliced the first piece, feeding it to Soren, then my friends, who playfully stuffed bites into my mouth in return. Grinning from ear to ear, I exhaled in relief—I had been nervous for nothing.Glasses clinked as expensive wine flowed freely, poured by the staff. The rooftop breeze was cool and calming, mixing with the sound of laughter. The night was alive, food being ordered, conversations blending into music.I sighed, sinking into my seat, only to catch Soren’s gaze. He was right next to me, watching me too closely.Leaning in, he lowered his voice. “You forgot your birthday, didn’t you?”“No,” I mumb