All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that pressed in from all sides like invisible walls. The air was cold, laced with the metallic tang of rust and the sharp scent of oil. Shadows flickered as Victor paced slowly in front of Elena, like a predator circling his prey.His eyes gleamed with triumph, but underneath that smug exterior was something feral. Unhinged.Elena didn’t flinch as he approached. Her arms ached from how tightly they’d bound her, and her knees threatened to buckle under the weight of everything she felt—fear, anger, but most of all, defiance.“You should see Adrian’s face,” Victor said, stepping closer, lowering his voice to a sneer. “He’s watching us right now, isn’t he? I know him. I know how he works. Always trying to stay in control. Always one step ahead. But tonight... he’s too late.”“I wouldn't count on that,” Elena said coldly, glaring up at him.Victor smiled wider, but the amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was agitated beneath the calm, l

The SUV sped through the darkened industrial streets, sirens echoing distantly in the background. Elena sat silently, still pressed into Adrian’s side, her breathing uneven. The acrid stench of smoke clung to her hair and clothes, a burning reminder of what they’d just escaped.Victor groaned from the backseat, his blood soaking into the upholstery. Adrian had one knee braced into Victor’s side, pinning him with practiced pressure, his hand gripping a sidearm—just in case the bastard found the strength to fight back.Adrian’s jaw was locked, his thoughts racing.That man. The shot. The explosion. Phase two.It wasn’t just a coincidence.There was another layer—someone else pulling strings in the dark. Victor wasn’t working alone. And the worst part? Adrian had no idea who they were up against now.“Where’s the nearest secure facility?” he barked at the driver.“Blackgate outpost. Ten minutes.”Adrian nodded. “Tell the team to be on high alert. This isn't over.”Victor gave a hoarse, m

The day was gray, overcast with a stubborn stillness that settled over the city like a veil. Even the air felt thick, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Adrian’s car glided silently through the long, winding road leading to the high-security prison that now held Victor Langley—once a fearsome puppet master, now just another number behind cold iron bars.Elena sat beside Adrian, her hands folded tightly in her lap, fingers white at the knuckles. She hadn’t said much since they left the house, but her eyes—fixed ahead, unblinking—betrayed the storm inside her."You don’t have to do this," Adrian said quietly, his eyes briefly flicking to her. "Closure doesn’t always come with confrontation."Elena finally spoke, her voice low but resolute. "I need to see him. I need to know if he regrets anything... if any part of him feels the weight of what he’s done."Adrian nodded, respecting her need for answers, though his own instincts screamed to shield her from one last glimpse

The sun bathed the villa in a warm, golden glow—the kind of light that softened the edges of reality, made everything look gentler than it truly was. Outside, birds chirped in lazy harmony, and a mild breeze danced through the trees, stirring their leaves in a rhythmic hush. It was the kind of morning that whispered serenity, the illusion of safety wrapped in golden warmth.Elena stood by the balcony, wrapped in a pale robe, her hands cradling a steaming mug of coffee. The scent of rich roast curled into the air. Adrian leaned against the doorway behind her, arms folded across his chest, his gaze resting on her like a man trying to memorize peace.For the first time in a long while, life resembled something close to normal.Inside, breakfast echoed with soft laughter and the clinking of cutlery. Elena moved about the kitchen, humming under her breath, while Adrian watched her, his features relaxed—almost.But Elena didn’t miss the tension lingering in his jaw, the way his eyes sometim

The afternoon sun was high, casting sharp shadows across the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian’s home office. The room, sleek and modern with its clean lines and dark walnut accents, was unusually silent except for the low hum of Adrian’s gadgets.Papers were scattered across the desk, reports and old files he’d been combing through in quiet obsession. His mind wasn’t resting. It couldn’t—not with the call from last night still replaying in his head.He reached for his coffee, only to find the cup long cold.A sharp buzz from his phone snapped him out of his thoughts.Unknown number.His stomach twisted.He hesitated for only a second before answering, pressing the phone to his ear with slow precision.“Adrian,” he said coldly.Silence.Then came the voice.Distorted. Hollow. Mocking.“You’re still standing,” the caller said, his tone laced with amusement. “I have to admit—I didn’t expect you to sleep so soundly after our little message.”Adrian stiffened, his fingers tightening arou