All Chapters of The Billionaire Replace Bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Who is more important?

~The Rhodes Mansion~ Rhode stepped out of the car, loosening his tie with a weary heavy sigh. The aroma of garlic, rosemary, and simmering tomatoes wafted through the foyer, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. He followed it to the kitchen. Maria stood at the kitchen, her back to him, a wooden spoon in her hand as she stirred a large pot of sauce. She packed her dark hair streaked with silver ,she wore in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her apron was dusted with flour, and there is a smudge of it on her cheek that made her look impossibly young. She hummed softly under her breath, a melody he hadn't heard in years, and the sound of it made his chest ache with a love . He crossed the room silently, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. "You're a vision," he murmured against her skin. "The most beautiful thing I've seen all day." Maria laughed, "You say that every day, Rhode. And every day, I tell you that you're a

Undercover J

~Sophia's Mansion~ Sophia stormed inti the house, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. Her hair was a tangled mess, her designer blouse was torn at the collar, and her eyes were red-rimmed,She had never been so publicly shamed in her entire life. Never. And the images were already circulating—she saw the phones, the smirking faces, the way students had recorded every single moment of her humiliation. "Mother!" she screamed "Mother, where are you?" From the depths of the house, Margaret answered "In the study, darling. I'm reviewing some documents. What's all the shouting about?" Sophia stormed into the study, Margaret sat behind a massive desk, her hair pulled back in an elegant chignon as her manicured fingers wrapped around a c glass of red wine.She wear a cream-colored silk blouse and tailored black trousers, and she looked every inch the powerful matriarch she believed herself to be. But her composure cracked immediately when she saw the state of her da

Cat got your tongue?

The airport was echoing with flight announcements, the constant hum of travelers creating a dull voice in Beatrice head. She had composed herself during the drive, the Belgian chocolate her mother had promised sitting uneaten in her bag. Her eyes were still faintly red-rimmed, but her expression was a mask. She stood near the arrivals gate, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching the stream of passengers emerge. Businessmen in suits, families dragging oversized suitcases, couples reuniting with embraces that made her stomach churn with envy. And then she saw him. Victor ,he isimpossible to miss. He moved through the crowd with the same easy confidence as their father, his tall frame cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk. His charcoal suit was immaculate, not a single crease marring its surface, and his silver-streaked hair was perfectly styled, as if he'd just stepped out of a salon rather than a six-hour flight. A leather briefcase was clasped in one

Valhalla club

Valhalla Club – The GatheringThe entrance to Valhalla Club was buried beneath the foundations of an abandoned warehouse on the city's forgotten industrial waterfront. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a crumbling relic of a bygone era—rusted metal, shattered windows, and graffiti-covered walls.But those who knew where to look understood that the warehouse is merely a mask. Beneath the surface, Valhalla Club was a different world entirely.The descent began through a narrow staircase it's walls lined with flickering gas lamps that cast shadows on the cold stone. The air grew heavier with each step, thick with the scent of whiskey. At the bottom of the stairs, a massive iron door stood a image, its surface etched with symbols that predated language itself. A single eye in obsidian, watched from the center of the door, unblinking.Beyond that door lay the heart of the club.The main chamber is darkness on it own , its ceiling lost in darkness. Chandeliers made of human

Wild Witch

The devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin.The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination.There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights.Damien sat in a curved booth in the corner, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, scanning the room with the practiced vigilance of a man who had learned never to let his guard down. He wore a charcoal suit, with a black silk shirt open at the collar. His dark hair was swept back, and his jaw was set in a hard line that softened only slightly when his companion slid into the seat across from him.Austin is a stark contrast to Damien's controlled intensity. He is all easy smiles and careless charm, his designer shirt unbuttoned low enough to re

SOSA

Saviour Alive ChurchThe taxi pulled up to the wrought gates of Saviour Alive Church, and Krystal stepped out her heels clicking against the damp pavement. She had come here for answers,to confess her feeling, to seek guidance on how she can find her hidden lover. The church had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could shed the weight of her secrets and emerge lighter, freer.But as she walked through the gates, the silence was deafening—not the peaceful silence of a place of worship, but the hollow silence of death.Her heart began to pound as she approached the main entrance, she could see shadows moving, could hear the faint drip of liquid on marble. She pushed the door open slowly, her hand trembling.And she saw it.The church was a charnel house. Bodies lay strewn across the pews, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their eyes staring sightlessly at the vaulted ceiling. Blood pooled on the marble floor, dark and viscous, reflecting the dim light that filtered t

She's My Fucking Wife

[Misdope~hidden tower]Elena knew darkness existed at large in the world.She saw different levels of it at her father's house and even more with the Damien, but she didn't expect herself to be stuck in the base of darkness today. The crook of it.When she found herself in a cold gilded cage in the middle of nowhere, she knew she got trapped for real.She knew she was gonna die.Even if she's gonna escape this place, it's going to be through hell.This place doesn't look like it's on the surface of the earth at all.No noise. No other person.It's too cold and dark she could barely see her one palms.She has been parading the cage for more than an hour now.No time to check it, but she could feel it.But is she really gonna die here?The gate door opened with a scary creak which made her jump a bit.A man stepped into the cage.He's one of the men who came to take her—the white haired.She recognized him at a glance.His harsh self didn't wait before yanking her by the hair.She was

We Know Each other

The leader's hands froze on Elena's breasts. The room went deathly silent, the tension is so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife.Elena stared at the screen, her mind reeling. Damien,he come for hdr And he was willing to kill to save her."Damien," she whispered, her voice "Damien, I'm here. I'm—""Shut up," the leader snapped, his fingers tightening on her breasts painfully."You have ten seconds," Damien said on the screen. "Ten seconds to release my wife and surrender yourself. Or this woman dies. And then I will come for you. And I promise you, death will be a mercy compared to what I will do to you."The leader laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You're bluffing. You wouldn't kill an innocent woman. You're not that kind of man."Damien smiled a slow, terrifying smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Try me."Eleanor let out a muffled scream, her eyes pleading with Damien, with the camera, with anyone who would listen. But Damien didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on

Do I Have to Tell Him

Damien moved like a force of nature, his eyes blazing with fury, his suit splattered with blood that was not his own. In his hand, he carried a gun Behind him, a dozen armed men filed into the chamber, their weapons trained on the leader and his remaining guards."Damien," Elena breathed in relief. "Damien, you came."Damien's eyes found her immediately, his expression softening for just a a second. "I told you I would," he said, his voice steady. "I always keep my promises."The Tristain recovered quickly, his silver mask turning toward Damien . "Impressive," he said, his voice smooth and unbothered. "You found me faster than I expected. I underestimated you.""You made a mistake," Damien said emotionless. "You touched my wife. And now you're going to pay."Tristain laughed a sharp, brittle sound. "You think you can kill me? Here? In my own domain? I have dozens of men, Damien. I have traps and weapons and ""Had," Damien interrupted, his lips curling into a cold smile. "You had all

His Minty Tongue

With Elena in his arms, he walked out.She swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, balancing.He raised the gun from the ground with his shoe, and as it flew up, he caught it with his second hand.With just one hand, he carried Elena out in a bridal style, walking till he was far enough.Damien dropped Elena beside his car, and he handed his gun without looking at her.She took it, panting. "Thank you.""Next time use your damn weapon! No one's gonna bury you when you die. Not your family, not any damn body!" He snapped at her, too angry.His ears are still red, and his eyes still hold entities she didn't like.He entered the car without waiting for her, and she slowly entered with him, wondering why he looks so angry. Is it because she wasted his time by making him come get her?Or because he hates the energy he exhausted at the scene?Her thoughts were still processing when he moved the car out of the area. He drove.For the first time, she saw him drive, and she can't even admire

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