All Chapters of THE BILIONAIRE'S DISABLE BRIDE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As the door opened, the sound of the engines falling into silence, the private jet landed smoothly on the runway. Jaxon Vale walked onto the tarmac; the air was still warm on his skin, but the storm inside him was far colder than the desert air. Though he concealed the intensity in his eyes by adjusting his sunglasses, his walk showed unmistakable will. "Time to settle the score," he said under his breath, his words resembling a silent vow. The aroma of desert sand mingled with the slight fragrance of the city, but his own rage's weight was what really filled the space around him. Vibrating in his chest, Jaxon could feel the pulse of the city, a reminder of all he had lost—and all he meant to reclaim. Elias Stone, his assistant, came quietly yet purposefully. Always two moves ahead in thought, the man was a couple steps behind. Jaxon didn't have to say anything; their tension was obvious. Elias had always been aware of the score. Jaxon whispered softly, his voice low yet forceful,

Jaxon's presence scarcely registered in her mind until his voice came through, low and steady. Allow me to assist you in resisting. Though she didn't look at him, she felt the depth of his words sink deep. The warmth did nothing to relieve the tightness squeezing in her chest as her fingers gripped the handle of her mug. "I don't need revenge," she eventually answered, her voice softer than she meant. She was weary—weary of fleeing, weary of pretending she wasn't still broken by all that had transpired. But payback? That was a line she wasn't sure she should cross. Jaxon’s gaze stayed fixed, searching hers with that unrelenting, intense stare he always had. "Revenge is not the goal," he stated, his voice a little quieter but still forceful. It's about seizing power. Mimi, you don't have to keep avoiding him; he isn't going away. You don't have to keep doing this alone. The words struck more forcefully than she had expected. Having created a wall around herself for so long, she had

Jaxon gasped as he read about a "falsified scandal"—a claim of corporate fraud that had destroyed his father's image and landed him in jail. It had all been a setup; now Jaxon was looking at the evidence. It was all orchestrated by Damon Cole. He had rigged the fraud, changed the statistics, and made sure Jaxon's family would collapse. Jaxon, his fingers white from clutching the desk, murmured, "This goes deeper than I thought." James Cross, Scarlett Voss, and now Damon Cole all belonged to the same perverse game played by the empire. Jaxon had been only an unwilling pawn; they had been playing it for years. Jaxon sat back in his chair, his fingers still lingering over the keyboard, his thoughts racing with the fresh knowledge. Though there was more, the papers he had just found were incriminating. Scanning over a number of financial statements, he brought up a line of figures that were blurring. Then, one specific file drew his attention: a transfer of millions of dollars from an of

She grabbed her phone and typed fast, the words flowing more easily now. I don't know who I am any more. Mimi's daydream was pierced by the doorbell, surprising her. Trembling, she put the phone down and got up to answer it. Opening the door, she found Lyra there, her face fixed in a worried expression. Lyra walked over the threshold without saying anything; Mimi didn't even have to invite her inside. Worried, Lyra said, "I've been thinking about you." You are carrying something really weighty. Mimi agreed but remained mum. She took Lyra into the living room, where the table still held scattered pictures. Lyra saw them right away; her eyes darkened as she absorbed them. "Is this about James?" she enquired quietly. Staring at the pictures that had wrecked her world, Mimi's tongue was parched and she nodded once again. Lyra sat down next to her, her expression softening. "I'm sorry, Mimi," she whispered softly. You have to look at this for what it is, though. Scarlett's playing mind

"We have to strike back," Jaxon remarked quietly but firmly breaking the stillness between them. Mimi's throat constricted. Arms crossed in front of her, she looked back and forth between him and the screen's figures. "Hit back? What even is that, Jaxon? You want me to make this chaos public? Dark with determination, he turned in his seat to face her. "Not at all." Not only go public. We're going to reclaim everything. Mimi, your efforts developed this firm. Your vision, your effort. They cannot simply wipe you off. Mimi gulped. His comments ignited a dangerous spark in her that she didn't want to admit. He was correct. All she had laboured for, all she had battled for, had been stolen from her. The business, the existence she had created... all of it, gone. But it sounded so risky to take it back, to fight back. It seemed... impossible. Rising in her voice, she remarked, "I can't just walk back into CrossCorp and take control." You have no idea how far this goes. I don't even kn