TITLE: A WIFE FOR THE RUTHLESS CEO. GENRE: BILLIONAIRE

TROPE: Forced marriage, love after marriage, secret, murder plot twist, love triangle, dark past, hatred, scheming plots, chasing back, secret pregnancy/babies, divorce, etc.
Beginning.

By: Ghaniyah M.

Chapter 94: When The Devil Falls

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Liam Pov:

I sat in the dimly lit room, cigarette smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The air smelled of ash and cheap whiskey, and the silence was only broken when the door creaked open. Nicky stepped inside, a stack of documents clutched in his hands.

I crushed the cigarette into the glass ashtray, the ember hissing faintly, but lit another almost immediately. As I flipped through the papers, my jaw tightened. Every page was a record of Davis’s crimes—embezzlement, extortion, blood on his hands.

“Good,” I muttered, eyes scanning line after line of filth. “I’ve got everything on him now, except for that video he’s been using to blackmail me. But this… this will do. More than enough to put him away.”

Nicky cleared his throat. “Boss… we also found witnesses. People who saw him when he killed that little boy—because his father owed him money.”

I froze, cigarette halfway to my lips. My chest burned—not from the smoke, but from the rage clawing its way up my throat.

“Where are they?” I asked quietly.

“In safe houses. They’re scared, boss. He’s got people everywhere.”

I leaned back in the chair, the weight of the decision pressing on me. Davis wasn’t just another criminal—he was a monster who thrived on fear. And now, I finally had a way to bury him.

“Get them to testify,” I said, my voice sharp. “I don’t care what it takes. Protection, money, whatever. No more kids die because of him.”

Nicky nodded, but there was hesitation in his eyes. “Boss… you know what this means. He’s not gonna go down without a fight. Once he knows we’ve got witnesses, there’s gonna be blood.”

I exhaled smoke and smirked bitterly. “Then let him come. This time, I’m ready.”

Nicky nodded then left.

The following morning, I woke up with my head pounding like a war drum. Groaning, I swung my legs off the bed and sat there for a moment, clutching my temples. My eyes drifted toward the framed photograph on the nightstand—Evelyn’s face, frozen in time, smiling back at me.

“Evelyn,” I muttered, voice rough with exhaustion, “I’m about to take Davis down. And I swear I’ll find you. I’ll make it up to you—for everything I’ve done.”

I pressed the photo to my chest, holding it for a long moment before forcing myself to stand and head into the washroom. The shower was cold, but it cleared my head.

By the time I stepped out and began dressing, a single thought burned in my mind:
“Today, Davis falls. I would destroy him, ruin him completely. If I had any crime against his daughter, I would drag her down with him too but I have none.

After I was done dressing, I descended the grand staircase. The butler was setting breakfast on the table, silver trays gleaming in the morning light. My eyes swept the room for Sophia, but there was no sign of her.

Instead, a folded letter sat at my usual place. My stomach tightened as I recognized her handwriting.

I tore it open and read silently:
“Brother, I am leaving this house for good, and don’t you dare come looking for me. Every time I see you, I feel nothing but disgust. The man I knew—the ruthless one—is gone. What is left is a coward. Happy marriage to you and Eleanor. Goodbye.”

My fingers clenched around the paper. The words cut deeper than I expected, but there was no time to dwell on them. Not today.

Today, Davis would pay.

I crumpled the letter in my hand and tossed it onto the table. Sophia’s words stung, but they only added fuel to the fire already burning inside me. If she wanted to think I was a coward, fine. When this was over, there wouldn’t be anyone left to doubt what kind of man I was.

I put away my gun, tucked the documents into a leather briefcase, and stepped outside.

The morning air was cold, sharp against my skin, but it woke me up. Nicky was already waiting by the car, engine idling, his face grim.

“Miss Sophia is gone?” he asked, noticing the look on my face.

“Yeah,” I muttered, sliding into the passenger seat. “Forget about her. We have got bigger problems.”

We drove in silence, the city blurring past the tinted windows.

Hours later, we arrived at Davis’s mansion. The heavy doors creaked open as I stepped inside, every sense on high alert. Davis sat calmly on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, his usual smug grin plastered on his face. Beside him was Eleanor.

The moment she saw me, she rushed forward and threw her arms around me. Her lips hovered close, about to kiss me—until I pulled back sharply.

“Don’t,” I muttered coldly.

I turned my gaze to Davis, locking eyes with him. “You can gloat all you want for now,” I said, voice low but steady. “But it’s over, Davis. I have got every piece of evidence I need to put you away—for good.”

Davis didn’t flinch. He leaned back into the sofa, swirling the whiskey in his glass like a man without a care in the world. His grin widened.

“Evidence?” he repeated, almost amused. “You think paperwork scares me, Liam? I am this city.”

I tightened my grip on the briefcase. “Not for long. The witnesses are protected. The feds have everything they need. It’s over.”

Davis chuckled, slow and deliberate, before setting his glass down on the table. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and studied me like a predator sizing up prey.

“You always thought you were smarter than me,” he said. “Always thought you could play hero after crawling through the same mud as me. But tell me, Liam…”—his voice dropped, colder than ice—“Where is the evidence?”

I smiled faintly and placed the documents on the table, letting them land with a heavy thud. Then I snapped my fingers—a silent signal to Nicky.

Within seconds, the door burst open. Uniformed officers poured in, followed by the witnesses, their faces pale but determined.

Davis froze, his smug expression faltering as the lead officer stepped forward. He reached for the documents, scanning through them, his hands trembling as the reality of it hit him.

“Mr. Davis,” the officer announced, voice firm and cold, “You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder, extortion, and organized crime.”

“Liam, how could you do this to my father?” Eleanor’s voice cracked as she glared at me. “Don’t forget—we still have the video.”

“I don’t care about that video right now,” I said coldly. “Your father goes down first. Then I’ll find the real video—the original. And when I do, you will also pay for keeping the original video.”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “Before you find it, I’ll find your wife… and ruin you both.”

I smirked. “You can try.”

“This is all fake!” Davis shouted as the officers dragged him toward the door. He struggled against their grip, spitting venom with every word. “You think this will hold up in court? I own this city!”

But the witnesses stepped forward, voices trembling yet fierce.

“We saw you kill that boy!” one yelled.

“You shot him, your own biological brother yourself !”

“You don’t get to walk away this time!”

Their words cut through Davis’s arrogance like blades. For the first time, I saw fear flicker in his eyes.

Davis’s face twisted, the fear quickly hardening into rage. He jerked violently against the cops holding him, veins bulging at his neck.

“You think this ends me?” he roared. “You don’t even know what war is, Liam! The second I walk into that courtroom, half this city will burn for me!”

“Not this time,” I said flatly. “You’re done.”

The officers dragged him toward the door, but his voice echoed through the mansion as he struggled.

“Eleanor!” Davis shouted, eyes locking on his daughter. “Don’t let them win! Do you hear me? Don’t let him win!”

Eleanor’s breathing turned ragged, torn between fury and panic. Her eyes flickered from me to her father, then to the phone she clutched in her trembling hand.

“Liam,” she whispered, voice low but venomous, “if you think this is over, you’re wrong. That video… it’s only part of what I have on you.”

I stepped closer, my gaze cold as steel. “Do whatever you want, Eleanor. But remember this—when I find Evelyn, you’ll regret every threat you’ve ever made.”

She flinched but didn’t look away.

~~~

Outside, sirens wailed as Davis was shoved into the back of the police convoy. The witnesses were escorted into separate vehicles, heavily guarded. For the first time in months, I felt like I was breathing again.

To be continued…

TITLE: A WIFE FOR THE RUTHLESS CEO.

GENRE: BILLIONAIRE

TROPE: Forced marriage, love after marriage, secret, murder plot twist, love triangle, dark past, hatred, scheming plots, chasing back, secret pregnancy/babies, divorce, etc.
Beginning.

By: Ghaniyah M.

Chapter 95: Ashes Of Regret

Liam Pov:

I felt an unfamiliar rush of relief as Davis was finally taken down. For the first time in months, the weight pressing on my chest loosened. I climbed into my car and headed toward the mansion, the city lights blurring past me like fading memories.

Halfway there, my phone rang. The name on the screen made my stomach tighten—my hacker.

“Boss,” his voice came through, strained and uneasy, “I… I can’t find any trace of Evelyn. There’s nothing. No location, no digital footprint, no chatter. It’s like she vanished.”

The world around me went silent. My grip tightened on the steering wheel.

“What?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “Did Davis… kill her? No… no way.”

“Boss?” the hacker’s voice broke through the static.

I swallowed hard, forcing the panic down. “Keep searching. I don’t care what it takes. I want her whereabouts at all costs.”

“Yes, boss.”

The line went dead, leaving me alone with the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“He has to find her at all costs,” I muttered, my voice low but trembling with anger. “I can’t bear to lose her.”

My mind drifted to Evelyn’s adopted parents. This was their fault. If they hadn’t sent her away after we divorced, I would have found her by now. They thought they could wash their hands of her and walk away? No. They were about to learn a lesson they’d never forget.

“Nicky,” I said sharply, my tone like ice, “make a U-turn. We’re going to Evelyn’s adopted parents’ place.”

Nicky didn’t say a word. He swung the car into a hard turn, tires screeching against the wet asphalt. The city lights flickered past in reverse as we sped toward the quiet outskirts where Evelyn’s adopted parents lived.

By the time we arrived, evening had fallen. Their small mansion sat in eerie silence, lights out, curtains drawn.

“Stay in the car,” I ordered Nicky, stepping out with my gun put beneath my coat. The gravel crunched under my boots as I approached the front door. One knock—loud enough to wake the dead.

After a pause, the door creaked open. Evelyn’s adopted father stood there, pale and bleary-eyed. The moment he saw me, the little color left in his face drained completely.
“M—Mr. Harrington,” he stammered.

I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him inside, slamming the door shut with my foot. My hand closed around his throat, forcing him back against the wall.

“How dare you push Evelyn away,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, “after finding your precious lost daughter.”

He clawed weakly at my grip, gasping for air. “I—I didn’t—”

“Shut up!” I barked, slamming him harder against the wall.

From the hallway, footsteps approached. His wife appeared first, clutching her robe, followed by their daughter Aria—wide-eyed and trembling.

“How dare you?” I snarled at them both. Without hesitation, I slapped Mr. Carter across the face, sending him falling to the floor.
Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth as he coughed violently.

“Where is she?” I demanded, glaring down at him.

“I swear… we don’t know,” his wife cried, tears streaming down her face. “After we sent her out, we don’t know where she went.”

“How dare you send her away?” I roared, turning my fury toward their daughter. My finger shot toward her like a blade.

“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” I spat. “Because of Aria.”

I called out sharply, “Nicky!”

He stormed within seconds. “Hold her,” I ordered, pointing at the trembling girl.

“It was because of you my wife was sent away,” I snarled.

My palm cracked against Aria’s face, once, twice—ignoring the blood that spilled from her split lip.
My rage didn’t let me stop; each slap echoed in the room until she sobbed, crumpling to her knees.

“Please, stop!” Mrs. Carter screamed, dropping to the floor beside her daughter. “It wasn’t her fault! It was ours! We—We didn’t know what else to do! Miss Davis threatened us… she said we had to send Evelyn away once we found our real daughter!”

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “You sent Evelyn away… because you found ‘her’?” I spat, pointing at Aria. “Are you even parents?!”

I stepped closer, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “I will make sure you regret every second of that decision.”

I glanced at Nicky, my tone ice-cold. “Take them to the torture warehouse. I want them punished.”

Nicky didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Aria by the arm and yanked her to her feet. She screamed, kicking and clawing, but it didn’t matter.
Her parents rushed forward to stop him, and I leveled my gun at them without blinking.

“Move,” I warned.

Mr. Carter froze, his bleeding mouth trembling. Mrs. Carter clutched her chest, sobbing as Nicky dragged their daughter out into the night.

“You’ll regret this!” Mrs. Carter wailed. “We were only trying to protect our family!”

“Protect?” I snarled, stepping toward her until we were nose to nose. “You call abandoning Evelyn's protection?”

I turned to leave, my voice like ice. “You shall be punished.”

We left the Carters’ house in silence. Nicky drove me back to my mansion, while two of my men escorted those traitors to the warehouse. They had answer for what they did soon enough.

When I stepped inside the mansion, the silence felt heavier than usual. I was halfway up the staircase when the butler appeared at the bottom, bowing slightly.

“Good evening, sir,” he said carefully. “Shall I serve your dinner?”

“No,” I muttered without looking at him, my voice flat. I didn’t have the appetite.

I climbed the rest of the stairs and entered my room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I leaned against it, my hands covering my face. The weight of the day crushed me all at once.

“Evelyn,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Where are you? I regret everything I did to you… Please… come back to me.”

I slid down against the door until I was sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the darkened room. My chest ached—an emptiness I couldn’t escape. The victory over Davis felt hollow now. Without Evelyn, none of it mattered.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration loud in the silence of the room. For a moment, I hesitated—afraid of what I might hear.

It was the hacker.

“Boss…” His voice cracked through the line, heavy with defeat. “There’s… nothing. No trace of her. It’s like she doesn’t exist.”

The words hit me harder than any bullet. My grip on the phone loosened, and it slipped from my hand, clattering against the floor.

I stood frozen, tears burning at the corners of my eyes before finally streaming down my cheeks. My chest tightened painfully. For the first time in years, I felt powerless.

“I must find her,” I whispered again, my voice trembling. My chest heaved with every shaky breath, the tears burning hotter with every second.

I slammed my fist into the floor, the sharp crack of bone echoing through the empty room. The pain didn’t matter. Nothing mattered—not Davis, not the city I now controlled. Only Evelyn.

“Where are you?” My voice cracked, raw and broken.

To be continued…

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