All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

After he left, Asher turned around, giving her a deadly vibe. Elara hoped and prayed he wouldn’t harass her like before.“What’s with the dead stare?” he asked with a scoff. “Do you think that’s gonna help you in this situation?”“I’m not staring at you,” she said, trying to play her cards right. Maybe she could convince him to let her go.“Then what the hell are you doing?” he asked, approaching her. Each step sent fear through her. The room felt colder with every step he took, the air thick with an unspoken threat. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost deafening in the silence. She could see the malice in his eyes, and each second felt like an eternity. Was he planning to do that to her again? “I can’t believe I’ve actually turned into a kidnapper.” He dug his hand into his hair, clearly annoyed. Elara’s eyes flared with hope. If he wasn’t a kidnapper, maybe he could help her escape. Maybe Charles forced him into this, or maybe he needed money. She could offer him money i

Damian’s office.Where was she? What was going on? Why wasn’t she picking up his calls? Something had to be wrong. He stared at his phone, hoping for a missed call, a text—anything. But the screen remained dark, mirroring the pit of uncertainty that had taken hold of his chest.He grabbed his phone and dialed, pacing the floor as it rang. After a few rings, one of his top security men answered.“Any updates?” Damian’s voice was sharp, betraying the simmering anger beneath.“None yet, sir. We’re still tracking the last location of her phone, but it went offline. We’re expanding the search.”Damian’s grip tightened around the phone. “That’s not good enough. I don’t care what it takes. I want her found.”“Yes, sir. We’re doing everything we can.”Damian ended the call without another word, his heart pounding. Who would dare take her?His thoughts darkened, and his chest tightened with the fear he didn’t want to admit to himself. Whoever had her didn’t know what they were getting into. He

Damian sat at his desk, slowly eating his dinner, though the food tasted like ash in his mouth. His mind was elsewhere—focused on the danger Elara had placed herself in, the threat of Charles looming larger with every passing moment.Just as he finished the last bite, his phone buzzed again. His pulse quickened. He snatched it up, expecting an update from Jackson, but it wasn’t. It was his top security man.“We were able to trace your wife, sir,” the man said as soon as Damian picked up the call.Damian immediately rose to his feet. With a low but scary voice, he responded. “Where? Where is she?”“We were able to trace her phone, sir, but…” The voice over the phone paused.“But what?” Damian yelled. “Fucking answer my question.”“We lost her again.”“You lost her, or the phone?” Damian demanded.“Both.”He rubbed his hair in frustration. “Why? Why the heck are you calling me to inform me about that? Why did you call to give me hope that wasn’t there? Fuck off,” he cursed. “Call me whe

Charles stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his skin as he contemplated his plan. His mind was divided between the satisfaction of the night with Anita and the darker, more sinister desires he harbored for Elara. His body responded to the mere thought of her—the thrill of the chase, the power he would wield over her when she finally had no choice but to submit to him.He lathered soap over his chest, washing away the remnants of the night, but his thoughts remained tangled in his obsession. Elara had always been just out of reach, but now, with Damian distracted and her whereabouts uncertain, the opportunity was ripe. She would be his—whether she wanted to be or not.A twisted smile played on his lips as the steam filled the room. The water beat down on his back, but his mind was already far away, at the warehouse where he knew the final act of his plan would unfold. He relished the thought of Damian arriving too late, desperate to save a woman who might alread

Charles drummed his fingers on the desk, staring blankly at the screen. His encounter with Margaret had drained him, but not in the way he needed. He felt no satisfaction, no sense of power or control. She was an annoyance, a pawn that had long outlived her usefulness. His real focus, his obsession, was elsewhere—on Elara.The moment she left his office, his mind snapped back to the real game. Margaret had provided a temporary release, but Elara was the prize that consumed his every thought. His mind raced with strategies, plotting the perfect way to trap her. She was the ultimate challenge, one that would cement his power and give him a thrill like no other.Elara wasn’t just another woman; she was different. The thought of her with Damian made his blood boil. The thought of her naked beneath him sent him into a mad rage. He blamed himself for following Daniel’s instructions. If he’d known she was going to marry Damian, he never would have listened and plotted against her. He had tho