All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The drive back to the estate was silent, but the weight of everything that had just happened pressed down on us. The Rossettis had made their move. They had dragged us into the spotlight, forcing us to defend ourselves. And now, it was our turn. Levi’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw set as he drove. He was already planning his next move, already calculating how to hit them back harder than they ever expected. I could see it in the way his mind worked, the way his anger simmered just beneath the surface, cold and controlled. I was thinking too. Not just about the Rossettis, but about what Adrian had said. Someone had leaked that footage. Someone had been holding onto it, waiting for the right moment to use it against us. And it had not just been the Rossettis. There was more to this. I glanced at Levi. "We need to figure out who had access to that footage in the first place. The Rossettis might have been the ones to leak it, but that does not mean they were the o

Pain ripped through my skull as I came back to consciousness, my body heavy and sluggish. My head pounded like a drum, and the acrid scent of smoke clung to my clothes. I was moving. No—I was being moved. Rough hands gripped my arms, dragging me forward. My boots scraped against the ground, my muscles refusing to cooperate, but I forced my eyes open. The world was spinning. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. Concrete walls. A dimly lit corridor. The unmistakable scent of mildew and blood. I was underground. Panic flared through me, but I crushed it down. Panicking would get me nowhere. I needed to think. I needed to act. I let my body go slack, pretending to still be unconscious. The grip on my arms did not loosen. Whoever these men were, they were professionals. Not the Rossettis’ usual muscle. These were trained operatives. That meant I did not have time. I cracked my eyes open just enough to take in my surroundings. Three men. Two holding me up, one leading the way

Levi paced the length of the study, the tension rolling off him in waves. The weight of what had happened was pressing down on both of us, but instead of retreating, instead of licking our wounds and waiting for the next strike, we were going to end this. No more playing defense. No more waiting for them to come for us. I sat at the large mahogany desk, sifting through financial reports, shell company records, and offshore accounts tied to the Rossettis. We had spent the past few hours gathering every piece of information our network could scrape together. Now, we had to figure out the best way to use it. Levi stopped pacing and leaned over the desk, bracing his hands against the surface. His eyes were sharp, calculating. “Their money is their power,” he said, his voice low but filled with deadly certainty. “If we strip them of that, they start to crumble.” I nodded, scanning the documents in front of me. “They have holdings in real estate, clubs, and offshore accounts. But th

I sat in Levi’s office, watching as he paced back and forth, his mind already ten steps ahead, strategizing, plotting. He had been like this since the moment we got back, his focus shifting entirely to retaliation. He had barely spoken since I told him what the Rossettis had said. That this was only the beginning. That they knew about the baby. His silence was a dangerous thing. It meant he was thinking, calculating, deciding who would die first. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my sore muscles. “So what is the plan?” Levi finally stopped pacing and turned to me, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable. “You are staying here.” I exhaled through my nose, already shaking my head. “Try again.” “Eliana.” His tone was hard, unforgiving. “They are coming for you. They are coming for our child. I am not letting you put yourself in the middle of this.” I stood, my chair scraping against the hardwood. “You do not get to decide that.” He stepped closer, his hands clenching into fi

I sat across from Levi in his office, the tension between us thick with unspoken words. The message from Mr. Rossetti sat on the table between us, a challenge wrapped in the pretense of diplomacy. He wanted a meeting, alone, but we both knew that walking into his game on his terms would be a mistake. Levi leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp as he stared at the message. “He thinks we’re desperate,” I said finally. “He thinks he has the upper hand,” Levi corrected. I nodded. “So we flip the board.” Levi’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “I was hoping you’d say that.” We had spent too much time reacting, waiting for the next move. That ended now. *** We chose the location carefully. An abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, one we had secured weeks ago when we first started preparing for this war. It was rigged with cameras, escape routes, and more firepower than any of the Rossettis would expe