Lahat ng Kabanata ng ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

LANABeing judged by complete strangers who had no idea what was really going on made Lana furious. She lashed out, yelling, “Who made you the judges? Do you all not have your own family problems? Are you all living perfect, wonderful lives?”When I questioned them, they all looked at me in surprise. I didn’t hold back. “You shouldn’t comment or condemn people when you have no idea what’s happening. Keep your mouths shut and stay out of what you don’t understand.”Their reactions left them dumbfounded. I turned to my mom, noticing her realization that I wasn’t happy. Without a word, she stood up.“Lana...” she began softly.I cut her off. “Mom, do you realize that doing this could ruin my reputation at school? Do you want to ruin my college years too? Can we please keep our family matters private? It’s too shameful.”I turned away and headed toward the car. I refused to look back.“Lana,” my mom called after me.I stopped just before the car, refusing to turn around and face her.“If

MAXIMUMAfter we made love, we fell asleep, but my mind was still fixated on how to handle Lana’s mom.The next morning, I woke up before her. I gently kissed her forehead, took a moment to admire her beauty, then washed up and sent a quick message to my secretary. I didn’t wake her; it was the weekend after all. Instead, I went downstairs to have breakfast.Once I confirmed Lana’s mom hadn’t left for New York, I arranged a meeting with her. I made some quick arrangements before leaving the house.When I arrived at the private room, I found her waiting for me, her face tense with anger.“Ma—” I started to say, but she cut me off sharply.“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing with disdain. “I know what you’re up to. Asking my husband for a divorce, isn’t it? Planning to tear our family apart? To isolate Lana and ruin her relationship with her family? Or maybe… I guess you just want to do whatever you want with her, without anyone interfering.”She sneered, her tone drip

MAXIMUMLionel’s face was twisted with anger and stubbornness as he shouted at me, his voice harsh and accusatory. “After killing my wife, you still want to see my daughter? What’s your plan? You want to get her killed too? Huh?”I looked at him coldly, sneering. “Who are you trying to fool? Step aside, or I’ll make you regret stopping me.”He chuckled bitterly, then goaded me with a sneer. “Go ahead, butcher. Strike me down—just like you did to my wife.”Our shouting had already attracted attention. The hospital management hurried over, followed by a team of doctors and security personnel.One of the oldest among them stepped forward and addressed me calmly. “Sir, could you come to my office? We need to talk.”Since trying to find Lana’s whereabouts through Lionel seemed futile, I decided it was easier to get the information from the doctor. I hesitated briefly before nodding. “Alright.”We walked side by side into his office. He opened the door, gestured for me to enter, and then of

LANAMy dad paused at the door, turned toward me, and said softly, "Whenever you're ready."I answered briefly, "Okay," and closed my eyes.MAXIMUMAfter leaving the hospital, a flicker of anger and disappointment simmered within me. I never expected Lana to be so easily deceived by her father—my opinion of her had risen too high, it seems.I drove home in silence, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. My phone kept ringing incessantly, but I couldn’t bring myself to glance at it. I’d already ghosted several meetings I was supposed to attend, and now, I lacked the courage to face anyone, let alone deal with the chaos in my mind.Throughout the day, I felt moody and withdrawn, unwilling to confront the world outside my own head.My butler entered quietly, breaking the silence. "Boss, your secretaries have been trying to reach you. You haven't responded to any calls."I replied curtly without looking at him, "They should handle their matters themselves."He hesitated, opening h

LANAI didn’t say a word to him. I simply closed my eyes and leaned against the car as we drove home in silence. The quietness felt heavy, and as soon as I stepped inside my room, I was hit with a profound sense of emptiness — my mom’s absence was suddenly overwhelming.I looked at the photos of her on the wall, my gaze softening as sadness washed over me. I lowered my head, feeling the ache deep in my chest. Then, my eyes drifted to the empty spot where she usually sat — the chair where she’d come to talk to me in the past few days — and a fresh wave of grief hit me.Tears began to well up, and I sniffed quickly, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. I knew I had to be strong, but the mounting emotion was too much. Before I could stop it, a sob escaped from my throat, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.The door creaked open softly. “My princess,” my dad’s voice came gently from the doorway.I turned my head to look at him. As our eyes met, I saw the guilt etched into his face.“Did