All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*****The acrid smell of smoke ungered in the air, thick and heavy as officer Leo pushes through the police tape that cordones off the perimeter of drug dealers lab. Flames had danced viciously before finally scummbing to the relentless water of the fire department's noses, leaving behind smoldering ruins. The steel frame of the structure stood stark against the deepering dusk, a skeleton silhouetted against the darkening sky. The world took on an eerie stillness as officer Leo surveys the scene. Flames flickered one last breath, yet somehow, the destruction felt too calculated to be mere accident. Everything reeked of desperation. The aftermath of a carefully planned exit.“Keep those barriers up!” Leo barks, gesturing towards a group of officers stumbling through the wreckage. “Not a scrap of evidence left to chance!” Detective Ling emerges from the thick of the scene,bher brow furrowed in concern.“We've got nothing, Leo. No traces of production, no files, no fingerprints…. it's

THE HARRINGTON'S MANSION The golden morning light streamed through the glass windows of the Harrington's mansion causing warm hues over the dinning table where the Harrington family gathered for breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee intertwined with the sweet scent of pancakes and syrup, creating a cozy atmosphere. Harrison and Crystal, the two young adults of the family, were seated across from their parents, Margaret and Arthur, sharing their morning meal before heading off to work.As he poured syrup generously over his stack of pancakes, Harrison looked up and broke the early morning calm. "Mom," he began, glancing at Margaret ,who sat with her floral print napkin in her lap, "where were you yesterday? You didn’t come home for dinner."Margaret pauses mid-sip, putting down her coffee mug. The moment hung in the air, a little heavier than usual. "I had something important to take care of " she replied, her voice firm. " I thought I’d be back in time, but it ran longer than

******Mia, moves over to lay on the couch, sipping her coffee and browsing through her phone while Carmilla sat up on the bed typing away on her laptop as she works on a project for the business.With the morning wore out, Mia set her phone aside and turns her attention to Carmilla.“Carmilla, can I ask u something?” Mia said, setting her coffee cup down on the coffee table.Carmilla, who was sitting on the bed across from Mia, looks from her laptop. “Of course, Mia. What's on your mind?”Mia takes a deep breath before diving into the sensitive topic.“Are you really enjoying your marriage”.Carmilla's expression turns guarded, and she hesitated before responding.“Yeah! Why is everyone so worry about that”.Mia raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? Carmilla, I mean you never really talk about it”.Carmilla sighs, setting her laptop aside. “Well I'm sorry about that. Okay, I'll just….tell you then. Harrison and I are doing okay. I mean….I didn't have to deal with anything and he doesn't trouble

****As Crystal watches him, her heart swells with a mix of love and sorrow. She observes the way his eyelids begins to droop again, his chest rising and falling with the slow, laborious rhythm of his breathing. The room was quiet, punctuated only by the soft simmer of the soup and the occasional creak of the old mansion settling into the night. As the minutes ticked by, Crystal finds herself drifting into memories of their shared childhood. Despite their age difference, she and Harrison had always maintained a close bond. However, their relationship was complex, marred by the unspoken competition for their mother's affection and approval. Crystal recalled the countless times they had played together in the sprawling gardens of their family estate, their laughter ringing out against the backdrop of their mother’s stern expectations. But those carefree days were not without their shadows. Crystal’s thoughts turned to the sacrifices she had made for the family, the choices that had s

MIDNIGHT *****The night air was thick with tension as Vinnie and his crew prepared for their ambush. The deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town loomed before them, a dilapidated structure that had seen better days, now a silent witness to the dangerous game about to unfold. Vinnie, a hardened criminal with a reputation for ruthlessness, was determined to eliminate the one person who had been inching too close to their operation: Detective Ling. His sharp gaze swept over the area, noting each shadow and the way the moonlight danced across the cracked pavement. His men fans out, weapons drawn, their faces set in grim anticipation. They were all armed to the teeth, adrenaline coursing through their veins, ready for the impending confrontation. “Stay alert,” Vinnie commands, his voice a low growl. “We wait for the signal, then we hit them hard.” Just as they were about to set their plan into motion, the sound of sirens sliced through the stillness of the night. The unmistakable