Semua Bab The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The moment Alexander set the file down on his desk, I knew.This wasn’t just business.It was personal.He exhaled slowly, his fingers pressing into the edge of the desk as if grounding himself. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of what he’d just uncovered filled the air between us like an unspoken storm.I stepped forward, my stomach twisting. “What is it?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid the file toward me. “Read it.”I hesitated before picking it up, my pulse kicking up with every word I read. The information was damning—an entire dossier on Cassandra Whitmore’s past. Her connection to Steele Industries ran far deeper than we ever imagined.I looked up. “This… This isn’t just about power, is it?”Alexander’s jaw tightened. “No.”I flipped to the next page, my breath catching at the familiar name.Richard Steele.My stomach dropped.Cassandra’s vendetta wasn’t against Alexander.It was against his father.I met his gaze. “Alexander… what did your father do

I paced the study, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. The conversation still echoed in my mind. The betrayal. The confirmation that Damien wasn’t just building a company to rival Steele Industries—he was dismantling us from the inside. Leila had barely made it out of that gala without being caught. And now, I was left with one option. One I never wanted to consider. I needed help. And the only person who could provide it was someone I swore I’d never deal with again. I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders back as I pulled my phone from my pocket. The number was still in my contacts, untouched for years. A familiar sense of irritation burned through me just seeing the name. I tapped the screen. The call barely rang twice before it connected. A deep chuckle greeted me. “Well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I gritted my teeth. “Cut the shit, Roman. We need to talk.” Silence. Then, a low hum. “Now that’s interesting. Alexander Steele calling me for

The boardroom was thick with tension. The kind that settled in your bones, making every breath feel heavy. Alexander sat at the head of the long glass table, his expression unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the flicker of restraint behind his gaze.Across from him sat Vincent Laurent, a name that carried both wealth and whispers of ruthless business dealings. He exuded power, from the crisp cut of his dark suit to the way he leaned back with an air of absolute control. His offer was on the table—literally—a sleek folder resting in front of Alexander, its contents promising to save Steele Industries from the brink of collapse.But at what cost?I folded my arms, breaking the silence. "Why now? Steele Industries has been through worse, and you never showed interest before."Laurent's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Timing is everything, Leila. You, of all people, should know that."My stomach twisted at the casual arrogance in his tone. He had researched me, that much was

The first thing I noticed was the blood.Dark. Spreading too fast. Seeping between Alexander’s fingers as he pressed a hand against his side. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, but his eyes stayed on me.“Leila,” he rasped, his voice barely cutting through the chaos.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.“No.” My chest tightened. “No, no, no.”This wasn’t happening.Alexander Steele wasn’t allowed to bleed.He wasn’t allowed to fall.But he did.Right there in the middle of the street.And I screamed.The Moments Before the FallThe night had started like any other.The aftermath of our latest strike against Cassandra had forced her to retreat—or so we thought.Alexander had left for a late meeting. Just a quick stop at one of his properties before heading back. He hadn’t wanted me to come. Said it was routine.Now I knew the truth.It had been a trap.The second I’d gotten the call—from one of his men, his voice frantic—I’d known.And I’d driven faster than I ever had in my life.N

Alexander paced the room, his movements sharp and deliberate. The air between us felt electric, charged with the knowledge that we were on the verge of something game-changing. We had spent months trying to get ahead of Cassandra, only for her to slip through the cracks every single time.Not anymore.“I have it.” My voice cut through the silence.He stopped mid-step, his gaze locking onto mine. “What?”I turned the laptop toward him, pointing at the screen. “This is where she’s been operating from. Every shell company, every offshore account—it all leads back here.”Alexander leaned in, his expression tightening as he scanned the document. “She’s been right under our noses.”I nodded. “She’s been using a private estate on the outskirts of the city. Registered under a fake name, but everything traces back to her.”His fingers drummed against the table before he exhaled sharply. “She always thinks she’s the smartest person in the room.”I crossed my arms. “Then let’s prove her wrong.”