All Chapters of The Billionaire and his Blood-Bride: Chapter 121
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One – The Confession
The city was waking again when Grey finally pulled the car into a narrow alley behind an old printing warehouse. The place smelled of ink, rust, and yesterday’s rain. He killed the engine, and for a long while, neither of them moved.Lana still held the folder across her lap, fingers resting lightly on its cover — Legacy, written in Seraphine’s neat, unhurried script. Every nerve in her body urged her to open it, but she was afraid of what waited inside.Grey broke the silence first. “We can’t stay here long.”“I know.” Her voice was soft, but steady. “I just… I need to know what she said.”Grey watched her for a moment, then nodded. “Do it.”Lana opened the folder. Inside were fewer pages than she expected — no files, no charts, no records of experiments or transactions. Just a handwritten letter, two photographs, and a folded newspaper clipping dated twenty-one years ago. She spread them out across the dashboard, the ink catching faint light through the windshield.Her eyes traced t
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two – The House on Waverly Street
The storm had passed, but the city still wore its remnants — slick pavements, dim streetlights flickering like nervous thoughts, air heavy with a damp chill that clung to everything. Grey drove in silence, his grip fixed on the steering wheel. The only sound was the steady thrum of the engine and the faint rattle of the folder in Lana’s hands.They had been driving for over an hour when the GPS — an old, cracked device Grey never fully trusted — led them toward the outskirts. The streets thinned into stretches of overgrown grass and weather-beaten fences. A forgotten part of the city, where buildings leaned under their own memories.Lana finally spoke. “Where are we going?”Grey’s eyes didn’t leave the road. “The address Seraphine mentioned in one of her reports. Waverly Street. She used it as a drop zone before everything went to hell.”Lana frowned. “You think she still uses it?”“No,” he said. “But someone might.”They pulled up before a large house that looked like it hadn’t been
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three – The Weight of Truth
The rain had stopped, but the world still felt soaked in it. A grey pall hung over the riverfront, the kind of morning that carried the silence of things waiting to be said. Grey parked beneath a bridge and killed the engine.Lana stayed still, her eyes tracing the faded graffiti on the concrete wall outside. The night’s events had crawled into her mind like splinters she couldn’t pull free.“What’s running through your head?” Grey asked finally.She didn’t look at him. “The woman. Wren. The way she spoke about Seraphine. Like she knew her better than we ever did.”Grey leaned back. “People like her always claim to know the truth. That’s how they keep power — by pretending they’re the only ones holding the final piece.”“Maybe she does hold it,” Lana said softly. “Or maybe Seraphine wanted her to.”Grey turned toward her, expression unreadable. “You’re starting to sound like Seraphine yourself.”Lana met his gaze. “Maybe that’s what she wanted all along.”The words hung between them,
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four – The Garden of Ghosts
The east garden was barely recognizable. Once manicured paths now lay buried under a sprawl of thorns and wild ivy. The marble cherubs that used to guard the fountains were cracked and headless, their empty sockets catching pockets of rainwater. Nature had reclaimed what human hands abandoned, and yet beneath the ruin, something about the space felt untouched — preserved by silence rather than time.Lana and Grey stood at the rusted gate, neither moving at first.“This was your mother’s,” she said quietly.Grey nodded. “She planted every rose here herself. Seraphine used to help her prune the roots. They said it calmed her — the act of cutting away what was dying.”“Seraphine always did prefer endings that looked like beginnings.”He didn’t respond. His gaze had fixed on the farthest arch, a stone frame half-swallowed by vines. “That’s where the hybrids were. The experimental roses.”Lana followed him through the overgrowth. The air was heavy with the scent of wet earth and faint deca
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five – Beneath the Roses
They dug in silence.The garden’s soil was wet and heavy, clinging to their hands, soaking through their sleeves. The scent of earth was thick — raw, metallic, almost suffocating. Somewhere above them, thunder murmured across the hills, distant but warning.Grey drove the shovel deep again, his movements mechanical. He hadn’t spoken since Havel left. Lana knelt beside him, brushing aside the loosened dirt, her palms raw.“Stop,” she said finally. “We’re deep enough.”He didn’t seem to hear her. His shoulders strained under each swing, breath ragged.“Grey.”The shovel hit something solid.They froze.Lana knelt, sweeping away the mud until the outline of a wooden lid appeared — old, warped, but intact. The faint outline of a rose was burned into the surface.She swallowed hard. “This must be it.”Grey dropped to one knee, tracing the symbol. “My mother’s mark.”He found the hinges and pried them open with the end of the shovel. The lid gave way with a groan, and a rush of stale air es
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six – The Weight of Silence
The morning broke gray and thin, the kind of light that couldn’t decide if it wanted to be day. Lana sat by the window of the motel room, wrapped in a wool blanket that smelled faintly of rain and dust. Across from her, Grey stood by the dresser, sorting through the damp papers they’d salvaged from the garden. He hadn’t said a word since sunrise.“Coffee’s cold,” she said quietly.He didn’t look up. “I’m not thirsty.”Lana studied his face — the drawn lines around his mouth, the faint tremor in his hands. He hadn’t slept. Neither of them had. The night had stretched endlessly after they fled the estate, full of backroads, headlights, and silence.She finally stood. “We need to talk about what happens next.”He nodded absently, still reading. “Next is finding the others on this list.”“You mean confronting them?”“I mean making them answer,” he said. “Every name here signed off on what they did — to me, to you, to everyone buried under Reclamation. They don’t get to vanish into comfort
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven – The Last Pact
The air outside the greenhouse was colder than it should have been. The sea wind lashed through the trees, pulling mist across the long stretch of the gravel road. Lana and Grey ran until their lungs burned, the sound of boots and shouts echoing behind them. Somewhere back in that shattered glasshouse, Seraphine was buying them time—just as she always had, only this time without illusion.When the sounds finally faded, Grey stopped by the low stone wall bordering the property. He pressed a hand to the moss-covered surface, chest heaving. “We can’t go back.”Lana leaned against the wall beside him, trying to steady her breath. “We can’t just leave her.”“She knew what she was doing,” he said, not looking at her. “If we go back, we make her death worthless.”Lana’s voice was raw. “You think it’ll stop them?”Grey finally looked at her. “It won’t. But it’ll buy us minutes. And sometimes minutes are the only kind of mercy people like us get.”He climbed over the wall. Lana followed, her s
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight – Proof Always Bleeds
The storm rolled heavier now, swallowing the coastline in a sheet of rain and sea spray. The pier groaned beneath the wind’s assault, each wave slamming against its old wooden ribs like the pulse of something ancient and furious.Lana stayed pressed to the cold stone of the boathouse wall, her breath measured and quiet. Through the broken slats above, she could see shadows moving — men with flashlights sweeping through the fog. Grey was somewhere out there, and Marcel was hunting him.She tightened her grip on the ledger. Its leather cover was slick with rain, and Seraphine’s letter, folded inside, pulsed like a heartbeat in her palm. Every instinct told her to run, but her legs wouldn’t move.She’d spent most of her life being pulled — by fear, by manipulation, by other people’s plans. Now, for the first time, she felt the pull of something else. Purpose.A shout cut through the storm. A gunshot followed.Lana flinched, pressed lower. Then another shot, closer this time.She crawled
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Nine – The Ones Who Kept the Silence
The tide had turned by the time Lana reached the mainland. Her arms burned from rowing, her throat raw from the salt air. The morning light was thin and gray, stretching like gauze across the harbor.She pulled the boat ashore and dragged the satchel onto the gravel, collapsing beside it. For a long time, she just listened—to the gulls, to the waves, to the slow, stubborn rhythm of her own breath. The ledger sat beside her, its pages damp, but the words still legible.Grey was gone.She’d told herself she wouldn’t believe it until she saw the body. But now, sitting there with the world painfully quiet, she understood what absence really sounded like. It wasn’t silence—it was the kind of noise that filled every corner of the mind.A car engine broke that stillness.Lana stiffened, glancing toward the road above the shore. A black sedan was parked there, half hidden by the dunes. The driver’s door opened. A man stepped out, tall, wearing a dark coat and gloves.He didn’t rush. He walked
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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty – The Quiet War
By the time they reached the city, dawn had bled fully into day. Grey’s coat was torn, his jaw bruised, but he refused to stop. They parked two streets from the courthouse, an anonymous sedan blending easily into morning traffic. The building loomed ahead, quiet but heavy with its own kind of history.Lana sat in the passenger seat, staring at the folder in her hands—the remaining fragments of the ledger. Half the pages were gone, some washed to gray smudges by seawater, but the signatures were still there. Names that weren’t meant to survive the Foundation’s collapse. Politicians. Bankers. Judges. People whose power didn’t fade with exposure—it only adapted.Grey’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Once this leaves our hands, there’s no undoing it.”She didn’t look up. “That’s the point.”He turned the keys in his palm, hesitating. “You don’t trust them either, do you?”“No,” she said simply. “But I trust the truth to make enemies.”He almost smiled. “That sounds like Seraphine.”La
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