All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS(He Is Betrothed, But Mine!): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A Crack Leonardo's POVThe ride back to the penthouse was oppressively silent. Olivia sat beside me, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her face was calm, but I knew her well enough to see the tension in her clenched jaw, the flicker of doubt in her eyes.Frank sat in the passenger seat, tapping a rhythm on his knee. He had barely said a word since we left Alicia's office, which only fueled the unease gnawing at me.Alicia had been too composed, too sure of herself. Her threats, while sharp, didn't carry the usual venom. It was as though she was playing with us, letting us think we had gained some ground.Something wasn't right.When we reached the penthouse, Olivia was the first to move, heading straight to the expansive windows that overlooked the city. The evening sun cast a warm glow over her features, but she didn't seem to notice."She's planning something," Olivia said, her voice cutting through the quiet.I nodded, stepping closer to her. "I know. But whatever it is, we'

Into the Lion's DenLeonardo's POVThe soft hum of the car engine filled the silence as we drove to the next meeting. Olivia sat beside me, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She was trying to stay calm, but I could see the tension in the way her fingers pressed against each other.Frank sat in the front passenger seat, his tone casual as he gave directions to the venue. He was too relaxed, too confident. I couldn't stop myself from studying him-the way his shoulders didn't carry the same weight as mine, the way his words were always carefully measured.Olivia's instincts about him had been right. He was working against us, and I'd been too blind to see it.Now, I was done giving him the benefit of the doubt.The venue was a high-end bar tucked away in one of the quieter parts of the city. Its sleek, modern design was a stark contrast to the chaos simmering beneath the surface of our lives.Frank led the way inside, weaving through the tables with the ease of someone who'd been he

Chapter 65: Between Truth and LiesOlivia's POVThe city looked alive outside the penthouse windows, its lights twinkling like stars against the inky black sky. But tonight, those lights felt more like warning signals, flickering and buzzing with danger.I sat at the edge of the couch, my hands gripping the armrest as my mind replayed the events of the day. Frank's words, Michael's calculated demeanor, and Leonardo's quiet resolve-they all felt like puzzle pieces I couldn't quite fit together."We need to move carefully," Leonardo had said after the meeting, his tone steady but cold. "Frank's playing a long game, but we'll catch him slipping soon enough."I believed him, but I hated the waiting.The sound of the elevator doors opening pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up as Leonardo stepped into the living room, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over one arm."You're still up," he said, his voice low.I nodded, tucking my legs under me. "Couldn't sleep."He sat down beside

Chapter 67: The Unraveling PlanOlivia's POVThe hours leading up to the shipment felt like a ticking clock in my chest, each second heavier than the last. Leonardo was calm, or at least he looked it, as he double-checked our equipment and reviewed the map Marcus had sent.But I could see the tension in his movements-the way his fingers lingered on the edge of the table, the way his jaw tightened when he thought I wasn't watching."Are you sure we're ready for this?" I asked, breaking the heavy silence.He looked up at me, his dark eyes steady. "We don't have a choice, Olivia. If we don't go, we lose our chance to stop them."I nodded, though the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. "And if it's another trap?""Then we spring it on them," he said firmly. "This time, we're the ones in control."Frank arrived at the penthouse just before sunset, his usual smug smile firmly in place."Ready to make some noise?" he asked, his tone casual as he set his bag on the counter.I forced a smil

Chapter 69: A Father's WrathAlicia's POVThe Gael estate was every bit as grand as I remembered. The sprawling mansion loomed over the manicured gardens, its towering columns and ornate windows exuding wealth and power. I adjusted my coat as I stepped out of the car, the chill in the evening air doing little to calm the fire burning inside me.This meeting wasn't about rekindling old ties-it was about strategy. Richard Gael, Leonardo's father, was a man of influence, a businessman whose reach extended far beyond what most could imagine. If I wanted to regain control of the situation, I needed him on my side.The butler opened the door before I could knock, his expression stoic. "Ms. Alicia, Mr. Gael is expecting you. This way, please."I followed him through the grand foyer, the familiar opulence of the Gael estate a stark reminder of everything I had lost. Portraits of the family lined the walls, and I couldn't help but glance at the one of Leonardo as a teenager, standing prou