I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father-Chapter 329: I’ll Give You Double

Brandon came to with a gasp, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. His head throbbed with a deep, resonant ache that seemed to pulse in time with the low hum of the warehouse.

He tried to move, but his wrists were bound behind his back, the rough rope biting into his skin. His ankles were tied to the legs of a heavy wooden chair. He was trapped.

A single, bare bulb hung from the ceiling above him, casting a harsh, clinical light that made his head pound even more. He squinted, his vision slowly resolving.

And he saw them.

There were two of them. Not one.

A man that looked like a wall stood, leaning against a crate. Scars decorated his face, giving him a hardened look and the light that glinted off his bald head made him look like a comic villian.

He made Brandon’s blood run cold.

Standing with her back to him, facing the large, grimy window at the far end of the warehouse, silhouetted against the faint city glow was the woman from the doorway.

Now that she was closer, Brandon could see that she wore an expensive looking dress that framed her figure. Everything about her posture screamed control, indifference.

She didn’t turn around. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was the exact same purr he’d heard over the phone. "I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, Brandon, you’re more predictable than I gave you credit for."

This was not Baby Doll.

"Who are you?" he rasped, the word scraping his throat. His mind reeled, trying to connect the dots between the hacker with this cold, poised figure.

She turned slowly. Her face was superstar beautiful, very memorable. High cheekbones, a mouth that could curve into a smile without a hint of warmth, and eyes the color of storm clouds... deep, gray, and utterly empty of anything but a cool, analytical curiosity.

"Your step mother, don’t you know?" She asked with a smirk.

Brandon felt like he had been kicked in the gut. The woman laughed at the shock on his face.

"I knew your father, a long, long time ago, before he met that woman who gave birth to you."

She paused.

"We were born and grew up in the dark world of the mafia, I have always been by his side. Unfortunately all the wealth was not enough, he had to come here for his little family vendetta that ended up with him killed."

Brandon stared, his mind struggling to piece together the fragments of a past he had never known. "I... I don’t understand."

"I’m not surprised," she said, her tone dismissive. "Your father was a master of secrets, of creating lives that never touched. He found out about you, his son, the heir. And he fled me, the mistake, the one he paid to stay away. But I don’t like staying away, Brandon. I like being at the center of things, I like to know things."

She took a step closer, her heels making a soft, rhythmic clicking sound on the concrete.

"For instance, I know something." She bent closer to him. "You killed Sutton Marlowe, your own mother." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The words landed like stones in the silence of the warehouse. Brandon flinched, a jolt of pure, unadulterated shock coursing through him.

An image of his mother struggling against his hold but not being able to stop him until she crumpled on the ground flashed in his mind.

"How... how could you possibly know that?"

She smiled, a thin, chilling expression. "The police have their ways. I have mine." She gestured lazily toward the older woman. "This is my associate, Igor. He’s very good at... finding things and people, like the paparazzo you failed to eliminate."

The massive man, Igor, glared at him and raised a hand in a mocking salute, the movement made Brandon shiver.

"You might remember your friend Luca, the photographer? Maybe next time ensure that when you kill people they stay dead." The woman continued. "Well, Luca had some contacts in the police department."

"Honestly, his skills are lost on a photographer. I think his calling is detective work." She added thoughtfully.

Brandon’s blood ran cold.

He had thought he had heard the last of Luca, had assumed he had left the city after escaping death.

Who would have thought that he would have the guts to stick around and even join forces with people against him.

Brandon had been so careful. So certain there were no loose ends.

He wished regrettably that he had killed Luca himself.

"I know your mother caused your breakup with the woman you loved, I understand why she had to die," the woman continued, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Lyse is a beautiful girl. I can see why you and my dear Levi are so taken with her."

The mention of Levi’s name was a physical blow. Brandon’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with dawning horror. "What do you mean, your Levi?"

"My dear Levi," she repeated, her smile widening, revealing perfect, unnaturally white teeth. "I admire him, you see. A better man than your father but unfortunately my charms were not enough to keep him."

The world tilted on its axis. The warehouse, the light, the woman, the mountain of a man, it all swam into a nightmarish collage.

Baby Doll had set him up. The person he had hired to destroy Levi had led him to this dangerous mad woman.

Brandon stared at the woman. Somehow, everything about her was just scary, she looked like she would go to any lengths to get what she wanted.

And he was seated on the hot seat, at her mercy. To make matters worse, she seemed connected with Levi and Babydoll.

The pieces clicked into place with a sickening finality, Babydoll had set all this up.

This was never about money for her. It was about him. About getting him here, trapped in this chair, at her mercy. His desperate plot had been a key, and he had handed it over willingly.

"What do you want?" The question tore from him, raw and ragged. "What did Babydoll offer you? I’ll give you double."