Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 129

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Chapter 129

Actus’s POV

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Three weeks of sitting by his bedside, hoping for a sign, any sign, that he was coming back to us.

had spent most of my time at the hospital, sometimes with Ivy or Janine, but mostly alone.

The doctors gave the same updates every day, their words rehearsed, their voices carefully measured: No change. Stable but unresponsive. We just have

to wait.

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Like that was something I could do.

I didn’t know how to exist outside of this hospital room anymore. My world had shrunk to this space, to the steady hum of machines, the sterile scent of antiseptic, and the unbearable sight of my brother lying still in that bed. But today, I had no choice but to leave.

I was about to step out of the house when my father’s voice stopped me.

“Asher,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “We need to talk.”

I turned to face him. He looked exhausted, more worn down than I had ever seen him.

The dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged, it was the weight of everything pressing down on him.

“I know how you feel,” he started, his voice steady but filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “It hurts me so much to see Marcus like this, and there’s nothing I can do to help him. But, Asher, we have a company that constantly needs attention.”

I stiffened, already knowing where this conversation was going.

“I’m not asking you to permanently take over,” he continued. “I just need you to be acting CEO. We don’t even have to make it official. You just have to hold things together until Marcus is back on his feet.”

I opened my mouth to protest, I wasn’t ready for this, I wasn’t Marcus, but he cut me off.

“This company was my legacy, Asher. I built it and passed it on to Marcus. It is his legacy now, and I know he would want us to preserve it. I don’t see a better fit than you. Marcus would want us to continue our lives and be strong for him.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

I didn’t want this responsibility. I never had. Marcus had always been the one built for leadership, the one who could handle the pressure, the

expectations.

I had lived in his shadow, and I had been fine with that. But now…

Now, there was no one else.

Lexhaled slowly, nodding. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

My father’s eyes softened with relief. “Thank you, son.”

i forced a tight smile, but inside, I felt like I was stepping into something too big for me, something I had no idea how to handle.

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie.

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When I arrived at the office, I felt the stares before I ever saw them.

Employees glanced at me from their desks, their conversations hushed as I walked past.

Their gazes followed me through the hallways, their unspoken questions pressing down on me.

They all know what had happened to Marcus. They all knew why I was here.

* stepped into the office that belonged to him, Marcus’s office.

The moment I crossed the threshold, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. I didn’t belong here.

The room was everything Marcus had molded it to be, sleek, modern, and carefully organized.

Not a single file was out of place, not a stray pen on the polished surface of his mahogany desk. Everything was exactly as he had left it.

The deep, rich scent of his cologne still clung to the air, mixing with the faint but familiar aroma of coffee that had likely soaked into the fabric of the

chairs over the years.

It was as if time had paused in this space, holding onto the last traces of him.

My gaze swept over the bookshelves lining the walls, filled with legal documents, business journals, and Marcus’s carefully curated collection of leadership books.

Titles I had never bothered to read, because I never thought I’d have to. The office was a reflection of him: structured, methodical, built with purpose.

I took slow, cautious steps toward the desk. His chair was slightly pushed back, just enough to make it look like he had stepped away for a meeting and

would be back any moment.

Except he wouldn’t.

That thought hit like a gut punch.

For three weeks, I had sat by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up, convincing myself he would.

But standing here now, in this room that was so distinctly his, I felt the full weight of reality pressing down on me. He wasn’t here.

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But as i sat there, the unfamiliar weight of expectation settled onto my shoulders like a cloak that didn’t quite fit.

From this angle, i could see what Marcus had seen every day, the city skyline stretching out beyond the floor to ceiling windows.

Glass towers reflecting the golden light of morning, traffic moving in a rhythm that felt detached from the turmoil inside me.

How many nights had Marcus xat here, staring out at this view, making decisions that shaped this company? Decisions that shaped our family?

leaned back, exhaling slowly.

This wasn’t me.

I wasn’t the brother who knew how to run things, who understood business strategies and corporate negotiations.

I was the reckless one, the one who never had to worry because Marcus had always been there to clean up the mess.

But now, the mess was mine.

There was a knock on the door.

1 straightened, forcing a composed expression as I called out, “Come in.”

Marcus’s secretary stepped inside, holding a folder. She placed it on the desk in front of me.

“What’s this?” I asked, flipping it open.

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