The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: That Woman Is Back

The more Lola delved into the conflict between the Bellemonte family and the governor of Ashkar, the more she felt as though she was only scratching the surface of a much larger iceberg.

"Come on, boys!" she clapped, watching the bound Bellemonte men get carried out of the abandoned building. "Double time! We might get found out! That would be scary!"

Her unlucky hostages paused for a second and scowled at her.

Who barged in here of her own accord and dragged them into her suicide mission?

Who, instead of taking these men away immediately, decided to chat first?

And lastly—whose brilliant idea was it to bring these men along at all? She wasn’t even helping!

Still, the men swallowed their bitterness and carried the bound Bellemonte soldiers like sacks of grain. The rescued men held their breath, stiff with tension, as they were hauled outside.

As they passed Lola, she offered them a gentle, almost apologetic smile.

"I hope you understand that I don’t want you escaping," she said kindly. "And that I can’t fully trust you yet. So the ropes stay—until you earn your freedom."

She waved them on, gesturing for the others to continue.

The men sighed heavily and resumed walking, loading the captives like cargo into the vehicle.

With that, their ever-growing group—once Lola’s abductors, now her hostages—was finally ready to move, along with the two Bellemonte captives.

"Boss Goddess!" the leader shouted as Lola lingered behind.

She glanced over and raised a hand, signaling them to wait. Turning away, she picked up the gas container and began pouring the remaining fuel across the floor as she walked. As if she were writing using it.

Once she finished, she looked down at the spreading liquid and smiled.

Taking a few steps back, she flicked her lighter and tossed it onto the ground.

Flames bloomed instantly across the concrete, but not big enough to burn the building.

"We should leave her," one of the hostages murmured, watching Lola skip toward the truck. "Let’s just go."

"This truck’s fast," another whispered. "She won’t be able to catch up."

The leader behind the wheel glanced at his men, all of whom shared the same terror toward Lola.

And honestly, their fear was justified.

She had beaten them senseless once. When they tried to escape, she beat them again. And just when they thought they’d become numb to it, she casually threatened to skin and debone them alive.

"Should we really—"

Before the boss could finish his sentence, Lola’s voice reached them.

This time, she was already closer.

"Are you guys planning to leave me behind?" she asked, hopping a few steps before climbing into the truck.

The men immediately shook their heads.

Then, in unison, they declared, "Of course not! You’re our goddess! We’ll worship you like how cults worship the devil!"

Lola smiled, clearly pleased by their obedience. "Good!"

The two Bellemonte captives—still bound—looked at the other men with conflicted expressions.

They had heard the whispers about abandoning Lola. And now, those same men were practically singing praises as if they were rehearsing for a concert.

These didn’t look like the type the Order would deploy, they thought to themselves.

What kind of twisted dynamic was this?

It didn’t seem like these men were truly with Lola, but they followed her orders without question.

Thirty minutes later, three trucks pulled up at the same abandoned building.

As silence settled over the ruined building—along with the lingering scent of smoke and dust—the commander took out a cigar.

Unhurried, as if time meant nothing to him, he lit it and drew a long drag. Exhaling slowly, he pulled out a small phone containing only one contact and dialed.

"Governor," he said as soon as the line connected. "I have terrible news."

There was a brief pause before a raspy voice replied. "Did Billionaire turn on us? That ungrateful rat!"

"That’s one thing, Governor," the commander sighed. "But we have a bigger problem."

His eyes drifted back to the burned concrete.

"The thief of Ravah has returned. She stole the goods meant for tonight’s execution in the square."

"That—!" The voice on the other end cut off abruptly. "That little wretch! Kill her! No—bring her to me! I’ll slit her throat myself!"

"Yes, Governor," the commander replied calmly.

"Wait!" the governor snapped. "How sure are you? What if it’s a copycat? Or a ploy by those Ashkar bastards?"

"I’m one hundred percent certain it’s her," the commander answered. "I’m staring at her signature."

Because burned into the ground was a massive letter,

[L]

The same mark many had tried to imitate, but failed.

After all, only a handful of people had ever seen the real signature Lola left behind years ago.

"That woman is back... and she’s gonna cause another huge problem."