All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Serena watched impassively as the doctor tended to Damian, her mind racing with a mixture of triumph and bitter resentment. After all these years, her carefully constructed web of lies had finally come to light.Elizabeth. The mere thought of that name sent a spike of pure venom through Serena’s heart. Her sister, the golden child of their father, and the beloved wife of Richard Blackwood. The woman who had stolen Serena’s chance at a life of luxury and privilege.Serena’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as she recalled the cruel twists of fate that had shaped her destiny. While Elizabeth had married the dashing, wealthy heir, she had been forced to settle for an aging man. She could have been satisfied if he was rich, but he wasn’t. He was just a poor old man. Status, luxury— those were all she had always craved with a desperation that bordered on madness.“If only you knew, Damian,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on her son’s pale, unconscious face. “If only you knew how much I hate

Serena was a woman who thrived on control. Years of building her empire had taught her that control equaled power. With Damian in her care, she was determined not to let that power slip away.The penthouse had become her sanctuary, a place where her influence was absolute. Every corner, every detail, was carefully curated to ensure Damian’s dependence on her. It was a delicate balance that she had spent days perfecting. Now that he was home, weak and vulnerable, she could finally begin to take full advantage of the situation.Damian lay on the plush sofa, his body still fragile from the prolonged treatment. His breathing was slow, labored - he was clearly exhausted. But Serena’s gaze was sharp as she watched him, calculating the next step in her plan.She knew that in order to keep him under her thumb, she couldn’t just rely on his physical weakness— she needed to manipulate his mind, too.For the past few days, She had been careful with Damian’s treatment, ensuring that every step wa

Jackson’s heart raced as he drove down the bustling city streets towards Damian Blackwood’s penthouse apartment. It had been over a month since they last spoke, an eternity compared to their usual daily check-ins. Jackson’s calls to Damian’s cell had gone straight to voicemail, leaving him increasingly worried about his friend's wellbeing.As he approached the towering luxury high-rise, he took a deep breath to compose himself before parking his car. He stepped out after numerous honks from his car.“I’m here to see Damian Blackwood,” Jackson said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Please open the door.”The doorman shook his head. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Blackwood is not receiving any visitors at this time.”Jackson felt his stomach drop. “That can’t be right. We’ve known each other for years. Surely he’ll see me. Can you please let him know I’m here?”“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir.” The doorman’s tone was firm. “I have strict instructions not to allow anyone to come inside the pentho

Jackson’s phone rang at 4:30 PM, Henry’s name flashing across the screen. His heart leaped into his throat as he answered.“Hello? Henry?”“Mr. Hayes,” Henry’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ve found something. Something about Mrs. Blackwood that changes everything. But I can’t tell you over the phone. Can you come to my place?”Jackson was already grabbing his keys. “Of course. Just send me your address.”“I’ll text it to you right away. Please hurry – and make sure you weren’t followed.”The drive to Henry’s apartment complex on the city’s outskirts felt like torture. Every yellow light he caught, every slow-moving car in front of him seemed to conspire against his urgency. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the streets as he pulled into the parking lot of a modest three-story building.He opened his car door and stepped out.Henry’s apartment was on the ground floor, unit 103. Jackson noticed the door was slightly ajar, which sent a chill down his spine.“Henry?”

Tony Sterling’s presence filled the interrogation room with an almost palpable shift in power. Unlike Diana Frost’s artificial polish, Sterling carried the weathered confidence of someone who had navigated the darkest corners of Hayes family business for decades. His silver hair and well-worn leather briefcase spoke of experience that couldn’t be bought – only earned.“Detective Morrison,” Sterling’s voice was surprisingly gentle, though his eyes were sharp. “I believe we’re done here. Mr. Hayes will be leaving with me now.”Morrison’s face reddened. “Now wait just a minute—”“I’ve already spoken with Captain Reynolds,” Sterling continued, as if Morrison hadn’t spoken. “The security footage from across the street shows a man in a black suit leaving through the back door at the time of death. Unless you’ve managed to clone my client, he couldn’t have been in two places at once.”Jackson watched the exchange with growing satisfaction. This was the Hayes family power he remembered – not