All Chapters of Execute The Billionaire In Disguise : Chapter 81
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CH ~ 0081 AFTER REHEARSAL
Dexter notices the look of horror on everyone's face, including Beatrice, then he clears his throat, “I'll forgive you if you get up and walk back into your office and act like you didn't just knee here.” He whispered. He could tell that the middle-aged man had discovered his true identity through the payment made into a Vintage bank account by Roy.“But…”“Just do as I say..” Dexter assured him.With a humble smile he nodded and urged the security officers to let the woman out of the van immediately. Then he turned and walked away.Slowly, the security officers opened the door and Beatrice was brought out.“Let's go home?” Dexter tells her casually.“What the hell was that back there?” Beatrice asked as though interested to know why a man such as Paul would kneel before a lowly commoner like her son-in-law.“If I warn you about your tone again… there will be additional consequences, mum.” Dexter forced a smile as they got into the car, then he drove off.“I'm sorry, young master.”D
CH ~ 0082 KILL ME
The door slammed open with a thunderous crack that rattled the walls and before Ethan could process what happening, Byron’s massive hand clamped down on the back of his neck and shoved him forward. His feet tangled beneath him, and he went sprawling onto the floor. The air in the room was different from the hall outside—thicker, heavier, as though every breath carried smoke, sweat, and something darker. Ethan’s chest burned with each inhalation as his eyes darted upward, searching the room for escape, but his father's presence filled the space. For some reason, he felt trapped like he was certain there was no way out.Byron crouched in front of him, close enough that Ethan could smell the stale bitterness of whiskey on his breath. His cold eyes bored into his son, unwavering and merciless. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost conversational, which made it all the more terrifying to Ethan, who just wanted it all to stop.“I carve lessons into your body,” Byron said, each word c
CH ~ 0083 CORRECTION
In the living room, Eleanor froze where she sat. Her sewing needle slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering uselessly onto the floor. His screams, a sound she knew too well split through the walls. Each cry for help was like a sword, sharper than the last, carving through the fragile shell she had built around her heart. Her hands shook violently as she fumbled for the headphones on the table beside her. She pressed them over her ears with desperate force. Music helped in situations like this. A flimsy attempt to cover the sound, but Ethan’s screams pierced through anyway. They always did. No melody could hide the truth—that her child was being broken again, piece by piece, while she sat powerless. Tears streamed down her face, hot and ceaseless. She pressed her palms harder against the headphones, as if crushing them into her skull could force the cries away. Her breath came shallow, ragged, as if she were drowning on dry land. Each sob of his etched into her bones,
CH ~ 0084 OVERTAKEN
“If he can't reproduce, then you better get someone else to.” Then she storms out of the room, leaving Ashanti and Dexter with a stunned expression.“I'm sorry.” She muttered and walked over to him, “I don't know what to say… I'm so sorry that grandma thinks that way of you. If you want, we could prove her wrong..” Ashanti said and raised her hands to unbutton Dexter's shirt.“No, don't.” Dexter held her hand, stopping her from proceeding.“Why? You don't want us to…”Dexter immediately shook his head, “No, no…I mean… I don't think you are ready. I don't want you to do it with me because you feel obligated or pressured by your grandmother.” He adds, “The first time was a mistake, I don't want the second to be filled with regrets. Just allow her to think about what she wants. Didn't you say we'll have kids when we're ready? We obviously aren't ready.” He explains.Ashanti sighed, “Perhaps it's you, who isn't ready.” Dexter chuckled, “I was born ready. But I'm not in a rush. I like to
CH ~ 0085 ELITE VOGUE
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, releasing Ashanti and Dexter into the top floor of the Imani Paradise Hotel.Ashanti’s heart pounded loudly in her chest. Before her was the magnificent Elite Vogue — a place so exclusive that even the wealthiest in Chicago whispered about it with envy. Tonight, every table, every candlelit corner, every inch of its crystal-glass expanse had been reserved for them.She felt like royalty.It couldn’t be real. The Elite Vogue wasn’t a place just anyone could book, not even with superhuman influence. Wait... Today is Saturday, isn't it? wasn't this place booked for the mayor's daughter? While on her way here, she heard it on the radio. A mysterious rich man had turned the table for the mayor and other rich folks who think money is all they need to be powerful.Her mind raced with wild speculation, and a single thought crashed through her mind then her gaze shifted to Dexter. This place was meant to be for the mayor's daughter but yes she
CH ~ 0086 WORSHIP OF FANG
No.. She shook her head inwardly. It didn’t make sense. Dexter was her husband, the man who had endured whispers of poverty and scorn.. The word “wealth” had never belonged to him. Yet the jade glimmered with undeniable truth. Dexter saw the shock and confusion stirring in her eyes, and his chest tightened. For a fleeting moment, he longed to throw caution to the wind, to tell her everything—that he was a descendant of the Wilson family, heir to a fortune that could crush empires. He wanted to tell her she had never married a poor man, but the rightful heir of trillions. But then the memory of shadowy faces from his past struck him like a blade. His father had brothers—uncles whose blood ran colder than stone, men whose offspring would see him as a rival to be eliminated the moment his identity surfaced. If he revealed himself now, he would not only put himself at risk—he would drag Ashanti into the deadly whirlpool of inheritance wars. And that… he could never allow it. So
CH ~ 0087 WHERE IS SHE?
The glimmering headlights of the Bugatti Baby II cut a sleek reflection across the marble-tiled driveway of the Pinnacle estate. The miniature luxury car looked almost too pristine to touch, gleaming like a jewel beneath the chandelier lights. Grandma Emily’s eyes widened as Dexter wheeled it in, her thin hands trembling as she ran them over the polished frame. “Dexter…” She whispered, her voice filled with joy. “You.. you kept to your word.. You..you bought it.. Goodness..” Dexter waved his hand with a small smile, bowing slightly. “You’ve always been the heart of this family. I wanted you to have something worthy of you.” Slowly, Sebastian, Sara and all of their cousins walked out, gawking and whispering among themselves in disbelief. “Omg, Grandma… Did Dexter? The same Dexter we all know got you a baby II?” Grandma Emily walked into the driver seat and nodded with a bright smile. “Yes, he did!” “Whoa.” Vector walked out, clapping his hands with a condescending rem
CH ~ 0088 RULES
Dexter was left in a daze as he raised his head to see the disaster in front of him.Blood trickled down from a cut above his brow. Also with a shard of glass clinging to his skin. He was red with shock from the impact of the sudden pain on his head.Then the smell of smoke, burnt tires and fuel started filling the air. He coughed, trying to exit his car but his door closed to the wall, his cracked window broke even more and he somewhat felt trapped in his own car, especially since he'd have too many cuts if he crawled off his broken window.Through the tinted window of the G-Wagon Dexter's car collided with, his eyes fell on a man at the back seat, clutching his head, his blood leaking through his fingers. Before Dexter could think of a way to step off his burning car, he heard a loud sound outside.He raised his head to see several cars approaching his, the low growl of their expensive cars pulling up outside in front of him in unison. One by one, cars slid into formation arou
CH ~ 0089 HIS VICTIM
The mafia soldiers froze. For the first time, they hesitated to move forward, especially since it has never been heard that a Mafia soldier was taken in less than 5 seconds of their attack. They were shocked to the core.They exchanged puzzled glances, horror vivid across their faces. These weren’t just random thugs—these were elite, men trained in cruelty and precision. And yet this stranger had ripped through them as if they were nothing.But they were not cowards. This fellow might be lucky this time, but he didn't scare them.With a guttural bark, more men rushed towards him. “You're a dead man already. Acting tough will do you no good!”Dexter adjusted his broken glasses and met them head-on, his movements a blur. Every strike he delivered cracked bone, every kick sent bodies sprawling. Blood splattered across the pavement, mixing with the broken glass glinting under the streetlights.“I’m not afraid of you or your boss,” Dexter growled between blows, his voice low and dangerou
CH 0090 THE WILSONS
In the process of getting the cuts on his body cleaned, Dexter's phone rang. He rolled his eyes the moment he saw that it was his uncle, and simply shoved the phone back to his pocket but the phone never stopped ringing.With a slight frown, he answered it and placed it close to his ear.“Goodness, nephew. I thought you would never pick up.” Byron said on the other end.“What do you want, uncle?” Dexter said calmly.“I'm inviting you over for dinner – Is that Dexter? Please tell him Ashanti made delicious honey biscuits. He'll love it.” Dexter sat up the moment he heard aunt Rosa's voice on the other end of the phone.“Ashanti? Made biscuits? What is aunt Rosa talking about?” Dexter asked with a stern voice.“Oh, nephew… that's why I'm inviting you. You wouldn't want your wife's effort to go to waste, would you?” “You mean… my wife is over there? At your house?” Dexter's voice trembled slightly.“Of course. She's in the kitchen with my wife and the rest. They seem to be having a go