All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Marcus’s words hang in the air, thick with finality. *"I already have. You’re already too late."* Levi stiffens beside me, his hands curling into fists at his sides. I can hear my own pulse pounding in my ears, my body thrumming with the need to act, to do something. I clench my jaw, refusing to let Marcus see how much his words rattle me. “What do you mean?” I demand, my grip tightening on the collar of his shirt. “What the hell have you done?” He chuckles, shaking his head like I’m some clueless child. “Oh, Eliana, always asking the wrong questions.” Levi moves then, stepping forward, his presence dark and suffocating. “The right question, my faur lady” he says, voice lethal, and sarcastic “is who else is involved?”Marcus tilts his head, his smirk never wavering. “Now, that’s interesting. You think it’s just me?” He exhales a sharp laugh. “God, you’re both so blind.” The realization slams into me like a wrecking ball. Marcus wasn’t working alone. Levi beats me to it.

The world outside is still burning. News reports flood the airwaves, painting a picture of a city unraveling at the seams—power outages, riots, a real storm in waiting. But the real damage isn’t what’s happening now. It’s what’s coming. Levi stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. His jacket is draped over a chair, the white shirt beneath it torn and stained with blood. He hasn’t spoken in the last fifteen minutes, hasn’t looked at me since we got back from Jules’ trap. I don’t blame him. I lean against the wall, letting the exhaustion settle in my bones. My body aches from the constant running, the fighting, the sheer force of surviving. But my mind won’t rest. Not when every second that passes brings us closer to another attack, another betrayal, another war. And Levi—he looks just as wrecked as I feel. His hands are curled into fists at his sides, his knuckles split and bruised from the last fight. A faint trail of dri

My head is ringing with fear and anxiety.I follow Levi as he strides toward the edge of the lot, where Theo is leaning against the hood of the car, arms crossed. The city hums around us—distant sirens, the occasional honk of a car horn, the electric buzz of street lights flickering in and out. Theo straightens when he sees us. “We good?” I glance at Levi. No. We’re not. But there’s no room for that now. “Yeah,” Levi says, voice even. “Let’s get moving.” Theo eyes us, but doesn’t push. Instead, he pulls out his phone, tapping a few times before handing it to Levi. “While you two were having your moment, I ran a few searches. Found something interesting.” Levi takes the phone, frowning at the screen. I move closer to look. It’s a blueprint. I scan the document, my stomach tightening when I recognize the location. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Levi exhales sharply, his grip on the phone tightening. “That’s their base?” Theo nods. “One of them, at least. The Rose

The night air is thick with sirens. The flashing red and blue lights reflect off the wet pavement as we slip away from the chaos, moving through the back alleys, our steps quick and silent. I force myself to keep pace with Levi and Theo, even though every inch of my body aches. My wrists burn from the rope Luciano used to tie me down, and my ribs feel like they’ve been cracked in two. But I’m alive. And Luciano? He’s done. We don’t speak until we reach the safe house. Levi slams the door shut behind us, locking it. Theo collapses onto the couch, rubbing his temples. I lean against the counter, inhaling sharply. The silence stretches between us, thick with everything that just happened. Then— “You should’ve let me kill him.” Levi’s voice is rough, dark. I turn to face him. He’s standing near the door, hands braced on the table, his head bowed slightly. “I made the call,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “And I’d make it again.” His jaw clenches. “You think pris

The war doesn’t exist here. Not in the way it did before. Not in the quiet moments between us, in the soft hum of a car engine on an open road, in the golden sunlight spilling through dusty windows. For now, it’s just Levi and me. And that’s enough. I wake up to the smell of coffee and something warm and golden in the air. I blink against the soft light filtering through the curtains, stretching beneath the sheets. The motel bed is cheap, the pillows too thin, but somehow, I feel comfortable.I roll onto my side, finding Levi at the small kitchenette in the corner of the room. His shirt is unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, exposing the sharp lines of his forearms. He moves with a kind of practiced ease, one hand holding a mug, the other flipping a pancake in the pan. It’s unfair how good he looks like this. I push up onto my elbows, voice still thick with sleep. “Since when do you know how to make pancakes?” Levi glances over his shoulder, smirking. “Since I read the ba