Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

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vy’s POV

The room was dim, the air thick with a musty scent that clung to the damp walls. My wrists ached from the tight restraints, the rope digging into my skin, leaving behind raw, irritated flesh.

My legs were stiff, my muscles screaming from hours, maybe days, of captivity. I had lost track of time in this miserable excuse for a prison.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway, steady and deliberate. My breath hitched. I knew who it was before she even stepped into the room.

Taylor.

She waltzed in, her expression smug, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she took in the sight of me, bound and helpless. She leaned against the doorframe, tilting her head.

“Well, well,” she drawled. “You look like hell”

I said nothing.

She clicked her tongue, disappointed by my silence. “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve given up already.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Asher isn’t coming for you, sweetheart. He’s already mine.”

Still, I refused to speak.

I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Fine, be boring.”

Then, all of a sudden, I heard gunshots.

I flinched, my body jerking instinctively as the sharp, deafening noise cut through the silence. My heart leaped into my throat.

Taylor spun toward the door, eyes narrowing. “What the hell?”

The guard beside her immediately straightened, reaching for his gun.

“Go check it out,” she ordered, her voice sharp, laced with irritation.

The guard hesitated for only a second before rushing out.

The gunfire continued, louder now, closer. My pulse pounded in my ears, and as the chaos outside escalated, I strained to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

Then I saw them.

Through the small opening in the door, flashes of movement became clearer, and my breath caught.

Asher.

Luca.

Marcus.

They were here.

Relief flooded through me so fast I almost felt dizzy.

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Chapter 125

Taylor saw my reaction and followed my gaze. Her entire body tensed as realization struck.

“No,” she whispered under her breath.

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I turned to her, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “Well, well, Taylor, looks like Asher’s here to crash your little party,” I said with a wide grin on my face.

Taylor’s expression twisted into something daik, pure frustration, pure rage. She clenched her fists, her nostrils flaring. Then she snapped.

“You little bitch!” she shrieked, lunging at me.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she shook me, her grip strong.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve ruined?!” she screamed, her voice breaking with hysteria.

I struggled against her grip, my own anger rising.

“I hate you!” I shouted back, my voice raw, trembling. “You stupid bitch! I hate you so much! I hate the day you came into my life!”

Taylor’s eyes burned with fury. She grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. Pain shot through my scalp, but I didn’t stop shouting back at her.

The sounds of gunfire, of shouting, of bodies hitting the ground–it all became background noise to the war between us.

Then, her hand darted downward.

I barely had time to register what was happening before a sharp, searing pain tore through my abdomen.

My breath hitched.

The world tilted.

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