All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Angelo sat up from the couch, his heart still racing within his chest. His hands fumbled with his trousers, pulling them on with shaky fingers. “I thought the door was closed,” he muttered, his voice thick from the aftermath of their stolen passion. Bella stretched out on the couch, completely unmoved. She glanced at the door, her eyes still half-closed in satisfaction. “I think it’s just the wind,” she said casually, her voice low. “I didn’t hear any footsteps.” Angelo ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. Something felt off. He turned toward the door, stepping forward carefully. The hallway beyond was empty, silent except for the faint noise from the party. The air felt colder than before. “It’s about to rain,” he said, running a hand over his messy hair as if trying to shake off his worry. “Told ya,” Bella said with a smile, sitting up on her elbow. “That was intense. You taste so good.” Angelo didn’t answer. He was still listening, still watching the door as if he exp

“Sam?” Mia’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out.”Samantha blinked, her grip tightening on the pockets of her jeans. “Nothing,” she muttered. “Just… be careful, okay?”Mia frowned, watching as Samantha turned and walked away. Something felt off, but she didn’t press. Samantha was acting strangely—restless, like she was holding something back. But if she wasn’t ready to talk, then it’s best to let her be.*****Later, at the boutique, the afternoon was calm. The soft scent of fresh linen and floral perfume mixed in the elegant space. Racks of dresses lined the walls, mirrors reflecting the final adjustments made to Mia’s gown. Mia sighed in admiration, running her fingers along the handcrafted embroidery of her dress. “This is really pretty,” she murmured, almost to herself.“It should be,” Samantha replied, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms. “It cost a fortune.”Mia chuckled, but then her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and smiled

“You’ll be leading us straight to our own graves,” Fred muttered.Mia’s nostrils flared in anger as she clenched her fists so tightly until her nails dug into her palms. Her body trembled, but she forced herself to stay quiet, swallowing the fury burning inside her.Zac was surprised at Fred’s reaction, but he knew better than to argue with his future father-in-law. “Mr. Williams, we’re doing our very best to ensure Samantha’s safe return.” He glanced at Mia before continuing, “If you’ll excuse me.” He nodded toward the security guard and headed outside. Angelo followed shortly after, leaving Mia with her mother.The moment the door shut, Mia’s fury exploded.“What the hell are you saying, Dad?” She whirled on Fred, her voice almost shaking. “You don’t get to decide what’s best here!”Fred’s jaw tightened. “Mia—”“You don’t even know half of what’s going on!” Mia retorted.Sarah, who had been silent until now, placed a hand on Mia’s arm. “Mia, I think you should consider what your f

Mia pounded on the door, her knuckles raw from the force of her knocking. “Come on, open up!”She knocked again, harder this time, but Zac still didn’t answer. It was barely 4 AM, but urgency coursed through her veins like fire.Inside, Zac wasn’t ignoring her—he was in the bathroom, showering, trying to clear his head from the haze of restless sleep. The insistent knocking pulled him out of it. He quickly grabbed a pair of shorts, put them on, and rushed to the door.The second he unlocked it, Mia, who had been leaning against it, lost her balance and stumbled forward—straight into his bare chest.Mia’s breath hitched. She looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the closeness—the hard lines of his torso, the faint scent of soap mixed with shampoo. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him like this. But it still hit just as hard.She pushed herself upright, shaking off the distraction. “Zac,” she said, pulling out her phone in one swift motion. The screen lit up between them

More than three hours had passed, and Mia still hadn’t opened her eyes. Her breathing was faint but steady.The doctor checked her vitals once more, adjusting his stethoscope. He straightened up with the faintest trace of relief on his face.“She’s stable,” he said, making a note on his pad. “But she needs rest. Her body is depleted from severe dehydration and lack of food. It’s no surprise she hasn’t woken yet.”He glanced at Zac, a silent warning in his eyes. “She can’t keep pushing herself like this. You need to make sure she doesn’t.”Zac didn’t move from the chair beside the bed. His fingers idly traced the back of Mia’s hand, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of movements.“Of course,” he murmured, barely looking up. “She’ll stay here as long as she needs.” His eyes shifted to the chair, where Samantha sat wrapped in a blanket, her face etched with concern. “Both of them will. I’ll take care of everything.”The doctor nodded, closing his kit. “Let her rest. She’