All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elena took a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.The wedding gown fit her perfectly, hugging her figure in all the right places. The delicate lace trailed down in an ethereal cascade, the embroidery shimmering under the soft light. Her hair was styled elegantly, soft curls framing her face, her veil waiting to be placed. Everything was perfect.Except for the gnawing unease curling in her stomach.She tried to brush it off, but it lingered. An unshakable feeling that something was wrong.Her heart wasn’t pounding with excitement—it was drumming with unease.She turned to Sophie, who was adjusting the veil, her eyes twinkling with excitement."Sophie… are you sure everything’s okay?" Elena asked quietly, gripping the edge of the dressing table.Sophie frowned. "You’ve been asking that all morning. Talk to me. What’s going on?"Elena hesitated, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her gown. "I don’t know… I just feel like something bad is going to happen."

Adrian’s phone buzzed.Unknown number.His grip tightened as he answered. “Where is she?”A low chuckle came through the speaker. “Straight to the point. I like that.”Adrian’s patience was razor-thin. “I won’t ask again.”The man on the other end sighed. “If you want your precious bride back, you’ll have to pay. One hundred million dollars. Cash. No police, no games.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “And if I refuse?”Another chuckle. “Then I suppose you’ll have to find another bride.”Rage shot through Adrian’s veins like fire. His other hand curled into a fist. “You’re making a mistake.”“No, you are,” the man said. “You have twelve hours.”The line went dead.Adrian exhaled sharply, his mind already working.One hundred million dollars? He could pay it. But he wasn’t about to let these men win.He turned to his CSO, “Track the call.”He was already ahead of him, typing furiously on a tablet.“The call was bounced through multiple locations,” he said. “But it started near the docks.”Adrian

Adrian sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the polished desk. A file lay open in front of him, its pages filled with damning evidence.The official report from his security team confirmed what he had already suspected—but seeing it in black and white made his blood run cold.Elena’s kidnappers had been arrested. They had names, faces, and criminal records. But Adrian knew better than to believe this was over.They were pawns.The real mastermind was still out there.His jaw tightened as he turned the final page. And there it was—the one name that he had suspected.Richard.But this time, Richard hadn’t just come for Adrian’s empire. He had come for Elena.Adrian closed the file, his fingers pressing into the leather cover as a slow, controlled breath escaped him. His fury was ice-cold now, no longer a wildfire but something far more dangerous—something calculated.Across the room, his CSO, stood waiting."Sir?" CSO finally asked.Adrian exhaled sharply. “We’re paying Richa

The air inside Adrian’s office felt heavy, suffocating. The weight of betrayal clung to the walls like an invisible force, pressing down on him. He sat at his desk, staring at the screen in front of him, his fingers curled into tight fists. The numbers didn’t lie. The breach had been deliberate, precise, and devastating.Someone had tried to wipe out critical company data—financial reports, merger details, and classified files that could cripple his empire if they fell into the wrong hands.And the worst part?It wasn’t an outsider.It was someone from within.The thought sent a slow, burning rage through his veins.Adrian exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he turned to his investigator, who stood rigidly by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable."Tell me you have a name," Adrian said, his voice a razor-sharp whisper.He nodded and stepped forward, sliding a file onto the desk. "Mark. Senior IT specialist. He’s been with the company for over a decade

Adrian leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. The office was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline stretched before him—a glittering maze of lights and shadows. From this height, the world seemed small, insignificant. And yet, the unease in his chest refused to fade.Victory should have tasted sweeter. Richard was finished. His empire was crumbling. Every loose end had been tied up with ruthless efficiency. Adrian's company was secure, his enemies crushed. By all accounts, he had won.And yet, something wasn’t right.He had learned long ago not to ignore his instincts—honed by years of navigating the brutal world of power and betrayal. They had kept him alive. Kept him on top.The sharp buzz of the intercom sliced through the silence.“Sir, a package arrived for you,” Sophie’s voice came through, steady as always, but there was something else—something just