Semua Bab Bound by the Billionaire's Claim: Bab 181 - Bab 190

The bullet sliced through the air like a lightning bolt.Maya didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Didn’t blink.That is the moment she knew, once she pulled the trigger.She had just declared war.Her true father — the man who had staged this entire nightmare, the one who had stayed hidden, manipulating, patient — had finally been dragged into the light.The shot was perfect. Precise.But the bastard was faster.He ducked at the last possible moment, the bullet grazing his shoulder rather than entering his heart.Maya gritted her teeth.Damn it.At her side in a heartbeat, Zane’s silver eyes flashing with something dark and lethal.Elara smirked. “You really are a Moretti.”Maya ignored her. Her eyes were still fixed on him.Her father.He felt the wound at his shoulder and looked at the blood on his fingers as if it were no more than a mild inconvenience.Then, he smiled.A slow, knowing, terrifying grin.“I was praying you would do that,” he said.Maya’s stomach dropped.What?The assass

The Weight of the ThroneThe estate was silent. Too silent.Maya walked through the great doors, heels clicking against marble floors. The air was rich with aged wood and strength—the kind of strength that countries had built.She didn’t belong here.Not yet.But she would.She had to.Elara paused outside a door, then strode across the hall, through the shadows of a series of low-lit corridors, moving as if she had walked the space a thousand times.Maya hesitated.Not out of fear.Out of the gut certainty that this was the start of something inescapable.Her father strode beside her, thick and oppressive.“I kept wondering how long it would take you to come home,” he said.Maya didn’t answer.She wasn’t home.She was in enemy territory.Even if it was her own flesh and blood enemy.Her father took them into a vast study, decorated with bookshelves and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the darkened city below.He gestured for her to sit.She remained standing.Her father

The Eve of ChangeMaya held her phone tightly between hands as she sat on the edge of her bed, mouth agape, staring at the single word on the screen.“No.”Zane’s response was short. Final. Unshakable.She might say anything, but it did not matter. What she did.He was coming.Maya exhaled sharply.She had known this would come to pass.Zane was something of the never-letting-go type of man.But this?This wasn’t just a rescue.This was a war.And she was in the thick of it.A knock at the door brought her back to reality.She hesitated. “Come in.”The door creaked open, and Elara stepped, arms crossed, inside.For once, she didn’t look amused. Didn’t smirk.She just stared. Long. Hard. Calculating.“He’s coming, isn’t he?”Maya didn’t answer.She didn’t need to.Elara sighed, stepping deeper into the room. “You really are in deep, aren’t you?Maya looked away.She had spent so much time convincing herself she could deal with this.That she could outthink them. Outmaneuver them.But e

The Final StandThe tension in the room hung like a living thing.She could sense it—pressing, suffocating, scraping at the edges of her sanity.Zane stood before her, body taut, poised.Her father faced him, weapon aloft, eyes keen, steady.And that’s when it hit Maya—It was more than a struggle for control.This was a battle for her.The two most dangerous men in her life.The man who had given her life.And the man who had taught her to fight for it.Zane’s voice was low, steady. “Put the gun down.”Her father smirked. “Or what?”Zane tightened his hand on his own gun. “Or I’ll bury you in the ground.”Maya’s breath caught.Her father tilted his head. “You’d kill me?”Zane didn’t blink. “Without hesitation.”Before either could move, Maya stepped between them.“Stop.”Zane’s gaze snapped to hers. “Maya, get out of the way.”She shook her head. “No.”Her father’s voice was slick, restrained. “You see, Zane? And this is why you’ve already lost. She’s one of us now.”Zane’s eyes burn

The Fall of Zane MorettiOnce Maya stopped holding Zane’s hand, the world changed.It wasn’t just a decision.It was a death sentence.Not for her.For him.Zane Moretti — the man who set fire to empires for her, who never lost a fight, who survived the worst in men — was standing alone.And she had made it happen.The weight of it crushed her.Her father clutched her fingers even tighter.“You’ve made the correct choice.”But had she?Had she really?Because as she turned, as she made herself look at Zane, she saw it—When his heart turned to stone.The moment when the love he felt for her died.Or maybe not died.Perhaps it turned into something else.Something colder.Darker.Something she may never fix.The Silence Before the StormNo one spoke.The guards encircled Zane, their weapons drawn, eyes keen, awaiting an order.He didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t fight.And that scared Maya worse than anything.Surrendering was not something Zane would do.He was not the sort of man to