Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE Billionaire's Hidden Bride : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Milan, 2:13 AM – Rooftop Staging Point The rain had come in sheets—savage and unrelenting—hammering the fuselage of the modified Gulfstream as it cut through the thunder-laced skies over northern Italy. The storm howled with purpose, thunder rolling like a divine warning through the clouds. It was the kind of night that dared fate to blink first. Charlotte never blinked. The plane descended. Altitude dropped. Bay doors yawned open. One by one, the team vanished into the storm. She jumped last. For a heartbeat, gravity clutched her breath—long enough for every failure, every regret to tear through her ribs. Then instinct surged. The wind grabbed at her limbs, and Milan sprawled below—fractured light and jagged shadows spinning into view. A silent SUV waited, its engine purring as its tires kissed rain-slick cobblestones, gliding them deeper into a sleeping city where secrets wore suits and power was currency. Now, six stories above the crumbling outskirts near Blackwell’s Villa

4:36 AM – Codename Location: The Quadrilatero NetworkCodename: “Safe House 7 – Via Gesù”The world outside was still in slumber, but inside Safe House 7, war had already begun.The dim overhead lights flickered, casting long, angular shadows across the steel-paneled walls. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was the kind that screamed. Tense. Breathless. Ticking like a bomb on the verge of detonation. Alexander stood at the center of the command room, rigid as stone, eyes fixed on the encrypted message glowing from his tablet screen. The words burned brighter than the harsh white light illuminating them:“He can have his brother back… when I have my son’s loyalty.”No name. No signature. But the venom was unmistakable.Vincent.That name alone could curdle blood. The man didn’t speak threats; he delivered them like verdicts. Always personal. Always precise.Alexander’s fingers curled around the edge of the steel table until the metal groaned under the pressure. His knuckles turned ghost-

2:09 PM – Emergency Recovery Unit. The room was quiet again. Too quiet. Jason sat stiffly on the edge of the hospital bed, sterile sheets twisted around his legs like chains. One hand pressed against the blood-soaked gauze on his side, the other trembling from more than just pain. It was something deeper. More dangerous. Love. He hadn’t meant to fall for her. In his world, love was a vulnerability—one that could get you killed. It dulled instincts. Blurred lines. Made monsters look human.And yet, the first time he saw her—fragile, scared, defiant—something inside him cracked. He buried it fast. Compartmentalized it. Pretended it was nothing. Because he was too dangerous for someone like her. She deserved peace. He only knew war. But the feeling didn’t die. It waited. Waited through long nights in the war room. Through missions gone sideways. Through cold coffee and heated arguments and moments when her silence said more than words ever could. And somewhere betw

ROOFTOP GARDEN Hospital The rooftop felt like a world apart from the sterile corridors below—a quiet sanctuary of stone paths, flowering shrubs, and faintly swaying trees. Lanterns stood like sentinels along the garden’s edge, casting muted pools of golden light that fought against the vast, encroaching darkness. In the distance, the city’s restless murmur rose and fell, the breath of a sleeping giant.Charlotte stood near the iron railing, arms wrapped tightly around herself—not against the night's chill, but against a deeper, invisible cold. She gazed out into the endless dark, her eyes tracing the horizon where the last whispers of daylight were slowly devoured by the heavens.She didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind her—she didn’t need to. Somehow, she already knew, the way one senses a change in the air before a storm or feels the weight of eyes in an empty room."Mind if I join you?"Isabella’s voice drifted through the hush, careful and tentative, each word laid down like a

LATER THAT NIGHT – SAFE HOUSE – SECRET MEETING ROOM The air was thick inside the dimly lit room, stale with the scent of old leather, dust, and the faint metallic tang of tension. The muted hum of the broken air conditioner filled the silence as Jason pushed open the door, his shadow stretching long across the floor. Heads turned. Alexander, Marcus, Dante, Nikolai, Damien—and Isabella. Jason stepped inside, his presence cutting through the heavy air like a blade. He caught Isabella’s eyes, just for a second. The quiet intensity there nearly stopped him in his tracks. She quickly looked away, but he’d seen enough—the worry she masked, the storm she carried for Charlotte. He closed the door behind him with a click that seemed to echo."Jason," Alexander said, voice low and commanding, "take a seat." Without hesitation, Jason crossed the room and sank into the empty chair beside Isabella. Papers littered the scarred table—maps, coded notes, surveillance reports—all of it a test