Semua Bab Contract With The Age Gap Billionaire: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The gunshot was followed by a deafening quiet. As Anita's eyes flitted to Nathan, looking for any indication of harm, her breath caught in her throat. His posture was tight, his face unreadable—but the moment was broken by a sudden intake of breath. Gregor stumbled against the wall, clutching his side. Dark, merciless blood soaked between his fingertips. "Dad!" Nathan was quicker than Sophia, who shouted and rushed forward. He lowered Gregor to the ground, catching him before he fell. Anita clambered up to his side and covered the cut with her hands. The blood spread too quickly and was warm—too warm. Anita begged, her voice full of dread, "Stay with me." Nathan jerked his head in the direction of his security detail. Track down the shooter! Right now!His guys fumbled, spreading out, their voices crackling through earpieces. However, Anita felt deep down that this was more than just an attack. It was a message. With a moan, Gregor tightened his hold on Nathan's wrist.

As Nathan's heart pounded in his ears, his hold on the phone became more firm. The image was new: Anita stood close to their penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing into the city lights. However, she wasn't by alone. In the backdrop, a shadow was just barely discernible in the glass's reflection. There had been a visitor. With deadly composure, Nathan ordered, "Pack a bag." Anita's breath caught. “What?” Nathan's dark, unfathomable eyes turned to her. "We're heading out." Now. Anita was hesitant. “But—” Gregor interrupted, his voice urgent. He's correct, Anita. You're not safe here if they manage to get inside. She felt a knot in her stomach. Her skin crawled at the idea that someone had been watching her, that she had been unaware.She nodded and quickly grabbed a tiny luggage from the closet. Nathan trailed behind, opening a drawer and taking out a loaded firearm. It was a harsh reminder that this was more than just a game, and the sight of it chilled her. I

Nathan's pulse pounded against his ribs as he gazed at the screen. Sophia. Hurt, battered, and completely scared. Beside him, Anita took a sharp gasp. "This must be a trick, isn't it?" Nathan remained silent. Already, the possibilities were running through his thoughts. Sophia wasn't blameless; she had plotted, cheated, and even attempted to destroy Anita's life. However, this? This was not like the others. There was more to the Architect's message than that. Nathan was forced to play the game they were establishing the rules for. The screen displayed another message. "Time is of the essence. Call or she will perish. Gregor exhaled deeply and slowly. "You're playing right into their hands if you interact with them." Nathan's hands tightened into fists. "If I don't, they'll kill her." Anita's face looked pallid and conflicted. He could feel the conflict brewing within her—Sophia had been her adversary, but she wasn't heartless. "You can't just let her die," Anita m

Unexpectedly, the storm had arrived. Rain battered the penthouse's glass windows and thunder splintered across the sky. In the living room, Anita stood by herself, surrounded by long, agitated shadows. Nathan promised to return shortly. Four hours have passed since then. She gripped her phone and gazed at the final message he sent: "Remain indoors." Secure everything. Whatever the situation, don't open the door. Since then, he had not responded. There was a problem. It was screaming in her gut. Nathan did not vanish. He didn't stop talking. Not after the abduction of Sophia. Not when there were rumours circulating in the media. Not with The Architect looming over them. The architect.With a shaky gasp, she moved towards the window. A nameless opponent was moving pieces she couldn't see somewhere, shattering families and empires from the inside out. They were now pursuing her. Trying to steady her hands, she poured a spray of water over the bar cart. But when she ra

Time was running out. With the storm outside roaring like war drums, Nathan stood in front of the glowing screens in the guarded control room of Grant Enterprises' exclusive headquarters. There was a countdown to something much worse than death with each passing second. Talia. His group. His empire. Anita as well. His fists clenched as he remembered her face from earlier, battered and smeared with tears. This was personal to the architect. They would now understand what it meant to jeopardise everything he held dear. Anita lingered silently across the room, gazing at the hostage film that had been halted. All of it weighed on her as if gravity had tripled. With a hollow voice, she finally whispered, "They're coming for us." "And nobody is leaving clean." Something delicate flickered behind Nathan's stony gaze as he turned to face her. "We'll. I swear to you, Anita. Nobody else has the right to harm you. She laughed, a weary laugh with a hint of bitterness. "I was born into a war, so