Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Asher’s POV

I sat alone, staring at nothing.

I hadn’t moved in hours. My elbows rested on my knees, The dim glow of the bedside lamp barely reached me, casting long shadows across the room. my hands hanging limply between them. I barely felt the stiffness in my shoulders or the dull ache in my spine. My entire body was weighed down, as if grief itself had settled into my bones and made a home there.

The air in the room was stale. My shirt clung to my back, damp with cold sweat. I hadn’t changed in days, hadn’t cared enough to. My jeans were wrinkled, stained with something I couldn’t remember. My hoodie, once a clean black, was creased and crumpled from too many restless nights spent slumped over in a chair. I hadn’t bothered to shave, my jaw was rough with days‘ worth of stubble, the kind that burned against my palm every time! wiped at my face.

My hair was a mess. I had run my hands through it too many times, tugging at the strands whenever the frustration became too much. Now, it stood in uneven tufts, sticking out like it was mirroring the chaos inside me.

My eyes were the worst.

I caught my reflection in the mirror earlier, and I barely recognized myself. They were hollow, sunken with exhaustion. Red–rimmed, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. They held something dangerous, something raw.

I felt it too.

A deep, festering rage burned beneath the grief. It was coiled inside me, pulsing, clawing to get out.

I couldn’t sit still anymore.

I pushed off the bed and stood abruptly, my fists clenching. My jaw locked so tight I felt the pressure in my temples.

Taylor.

Her name slashed through my mind like a jagged knife.

She did this.

She was the reason for all of it.

I could see Marcus lying there, lifeless, the image seared into my brain like a brand. I could still hear my own voice cracking when I begged him to wake up, when I whispered that I didn’t know how to do this without him.

And she was still breathing.

A bitter laugh ripped from my throat, empty and cold.

I grabbed my keys off the dresser and stalked out the door.

The drive passed in a haze.

1 barely registered the streetlights flashing past, the heavy weight of my foot on the gas pedal. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The rage inside me only grew, thick and suffocating.

By the time I reached the hold–up center, my body was thrumming with it.

I parked the car haphazardly, not caring if I left it in the middle of the road.

The place was exactly how I remembered it. Dim, rundown, a place that stank of fear and desperation. I shoved the door open with enough force to send

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it slamming against the wall. The sound echoed through the space, making them jump.

Taylor and her accomplices turned toward me.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Taylor’s lips parted, her voice shaky. “Asher”

I moved so fast she flinched.

I wasn’t touching her, but I was close, so close she had to tilt her head back to look at me.

My eyes burned into hers. “You don’t get to say my name.”

She shrank back, but I followed.

“You think this is over?” My voice was calm, too calm. “You think you get to just sit here and breathe after what you did?”

Her lower lip trembled. “1”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She did.

I turned my gaze to the others, sweeping over each of them with pure, unfiltered disgust. “All of you,” I said, voice low, controlled. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

No one spoke.

I tilted my head slightly. “You think you’re scared now?” A humorless chuckle escaped me. “You have no idea what fear is.”

Taylor tried to take a step back, but I caught the slight movement and my hand snapped up. She froze.

“You’re going to hate the day you made your first cry,” I murmured. “You’re going to hate the air you breathe. You’re going to crave death, and you won’t

have it.”

Taylor whimpered.

I leaned in, my voice dropping even lower. “From now onwards, all you’re going to know is pain.”

Her breath hitched.

“I’m going to make you suffer,” I continued, my tone almost conversational. “You’re going to wake up every single day and wish you hadn’t.”

A strangled sound escaped her throat.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please?” My lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement behind it. “Where was this energy when you stabbed Ivy? And because of you Marcus

lost his life, he sacrificed himself for me because of you”

“I–I didn’t mean for”

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