Semua Bab The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the edge of the silk sheets. The city lights flickered beyond the window, casting long shadows across the room. The air was still, yet unease curled around her like an invisible force, tightening its grip.She had tried to ignore it at first. The strange feeling of being watched, the subtle weight of unseen eyes tracking her every move. But tonight, the proof was undeniable.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.Another message.Her stomach clenched as she reached for the device, her fingers hovering above the screen for a second too long. The sender’s number was still unknown, just like the last one.Taking a slow breath, she opened it.You look beautiful tonight.A sharp chill ran down her spine.Elena sucked in a shaky breath, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The words alone were enough to unsettle her, but it was the implication behind them that made her blood run cold.Whoever this was… they were watching.She swallowed ha

Adrian barely slept. His mind refused to shut down, replaying every detail, every clue, every unanswered question about the stalker.By morning, he was already making calls, issuing orders, tightening security even further. Whoever was behind this was slipping through cracks he hadn’t even realized existed. And that meant they weren’t just skilled.They were dangerous.Elena, on the other hand, tried to go about her morning as normally as possible. She refused to be locked in fear, even as the weight of the past few days settled heavy on her chest.But the tension never left.Every time her phone buzzed, her stomach twisted. Every time she stepped outside, she felt watched.Paranoia or reality? She didn’t know anymore.By midday, Adrian had arranged for her to meet with his private investigator. She didn’t like being escorted everywhere, but after last night, she wasn’t arguing.She was halfway through reviewing a file when a sharp knock at her office door made her tense.“Elena?” Sop

He paused, but didn’t turn around. "Let’s just say I owe you one, and I know what it’s like to be where you are."And then, without another word, he walked out.Elena stared at the door long after he was gone, her mind racing with everything she had just heard.Her father had unknowingly made an enemy.Adrian had unknowingly crossed the same man.And now, she was caught in the middle of a storm that had been brewing for years.She turned to Adrian, her voice barely above a whisper."What do we do now?"Adrian’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was firm."We don’t wait for him to make the first move."===Later on, Adrian stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze locked on the sprawling city skyline. The towering buildings, the shifting lights, the rhythmic pulse of life below—it was all so familiar, yet tonight, it felt distant. Like a battlefield waiting for the next move.The room was eerily silent, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Normally, he thrived in t

The city stretched out before Adrian, a glittering maze of glass and steel, bathed in the golden hues of the late morning sun. From his office’s floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see everything—the bustling streets below, the towering skyscrapers, the illusion of control that came with standing above it all.But today, the view held no meaning.His mind was elsewhere.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished office desk, his jaw set in a grim line. The events from earlier played on repeat in his mind, each detail sharpened to precision.A bullet. A note. A silent promise of revenge.Adrian wasn’t a man easily rattled. He had built an empire with his own hands, outmaneuvered rivals, crushed threats before they could materialize into real danger. But something about this—the patience, the precision, the personal nature of the warning—unsettled him.Whoever was behind this wasn’t just sending a message. They were playing a game.A game he hadn’t realized he was part of.A sh

The room settled into a heavy, almost suffocating silence after the man left, leaving Adrian and Elena alone with the staggering truth. The quiet wasn’t peaceful—it was dense, charged, like the calm before a storm. The name Victor Langley echoed in their minds, a name neither of them could now forget.Elena paced the room, her heels tapping nervously against the floor. Her fingers tangled in her hair as she murmured, half to herself, half to Adrian. “All this time… we’ve been chasing shadows, thinking it was just corporate sabotage, competitors trying to unsettle us. But it was always him. Always Victor.”Adrian stood unmoving by the window, staring out at the city skyline, though his thoughts were miles away. His reflection in the glass looked colder, harder, as realization sunk deeper. Slowly, he turned to face her, arms folding tightly across his chest, his expression unreadable.“It explains the precision,” Adrian said quietly, voice edged with steel. “The timing. The familiarity.