All Chapters of BEYOND BETRAYAL-THE REVENGE OF THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabel POVThe firelight danced in the rearview mirror as we sped away from the burning warehouse. "We hit them hard tonight," Miguel said, his voice breaking the tense silence.I glanced at him. "Do you think it's enough?""No," Marissa answered bluntly. "But it's a start."Miguel POV"We need to regroup," I said, pulling onto a side road. "Victor's safe house is compromised. We can't risk going back.""Where do we go?" Isabel asked, her voice quieter than usual.I hesitated, my mind racing through our options. "There's a place. Remote enough to keep us off their radar for a while."Isabel POVMiguel didn't elaborate, and I didn't press him. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, the adrenaline that had kept me going earlier now fading fast. I leaned my head against the window, the cool glass soothing against my skin. "We need to talk strategy. Gideon's going to retaliate, and it won't be subtle."Miguel nodded. "We'll rest when we get there. Then we plan our next move."I closed my eye

Isabel POVMiguel moved ahead of me.I followed close, clutching the knife he'd given me earlier. Miguel signaled for me to stop; his hand raised. Two more guards stood at the far end of the hallway, their conversation faint but distinct."I'll handle this," he whispered, his tone leaving no room for argument.I nodded, pressing myself against the wall as he advanced.The guards were distracted. Miguel moved quickly, stayed low. The first man never saw him coming. Miguel arm snaked around his neck, cutting off his air and dragged him into the shadows.The second guard turned, his eyes widening in alarm. Before he could shout, Miguel struck. He crumpled silently to the floor.He motioned for me to join him."Clear," he said, nodding toward the door ahead.The door creaked open. The hum of machinery buzzed in the background, and the faint glow of screens cast eerie shadows on the walls.Miguel scanned the room, his eyes narrowing. "This is where they're processing recruits," he murmure

Isabel POVGideon stood at the center of it all, his smirk razor-sharp as he faced us down. His guards flanked him, their eyes cold and calculating."You're persistent, and very relentless. I'll give you that," Gideon said, his voice smooth despite the chaos around us.Miguel didn't lower his weapon, his tone unyielding. "It's over, Gideon. Don't make this harder than it has to be." He said his voice very firm as he stood his ground.But Gideon's smirk only widened. "Oh, I think it's just getting started." He took a few steps backward.He reached into his jacket, and for a split second, I thought he was going for a weapon. But what he pulled out was far worse—a small remote with a red button in the center."No, this can't be what I think it is " I whispered, my hands flying to cover my mouth Miguel POVMy heart sank as Gideon held up the device in the air. "Don't do anything stupid," I warned, my voice steady despite the spike of panic shooting through me."Stupid?" Gideon repeated,

Isabel POV Miguel stared intensely at Gideon who is still bleeding. His Gun still trained at him even though he was shaking. Miguel with swift move landed a heavy punch on Gideon's face over and over again till I rushed to stop him from beating him to death. "Be better than him, Miguel. That he is heartless doesn't mean we thread in the same path. You can be better. I said. Miguel Pov. Isabel's words felt very heavy in my heart as I managed to regain my composure. Isabel held me tightly as she drew me to the edge of the tunnel where Marissa is seated bleeding. We then left the tunnel to a new place for safety. Isabel POV The new safe house was colder than the last, both in atmosphere and in temperature. The tension hung thick in the air, unspoken but palpable. Miguel hadn't said a word since we left the tunnels. His expression was unreadable, his silence deafening. Marissa sat on the couch; her side patched up with hastily applied bandages. She was pale but alert, he

Isabel POVThe note crumpled slightly in my trembling hand, but I refused to let it fall. My eyes burned as I stared at Miguel, the man I'd trusted through chaos and bloodshed, now standing with his back to me, his jaw tight, his silence louder than words."You were just going to leave?" I said, my voice sharp and accusing. "No explanation? No goodbye?"He turned slowly; his face shadowed in the dim light. His eyes, always steady, now flickered with guilt."It's not what you think," he began, but I stepped closer, cutting him off."Then explain," I snapped, shaking the note. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're running."Miguel POVHer words cut deeper than I expected. I hadn't planned to leave like this—not without telling her. But how could I explain the storm raging in my head? The file, the photograph, the possibility that my brother was alive... it consumed me."I'm not running," I said finally, though the words felt hollow. "I'm trying to fix things."She laugh