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Chapter 28: The Glass House

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-04-02 11:48:15

POV RACHELLE

The elevator ride back to the penthouse was silent, but the air between Nikolai and me was humming with the static of the secret we had just unearthed. A sister. A child born from the wreckage of my mother’s "death." I gripped the iron key to the Prato archives so hard the metal bit into my palm, a grounding pain against the rising tide of nausea.

"Rachelle," Nikolai said softly as the floor numbers climbed. "We don't know the whole truth yet. Enzo was old. He could be remembering
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    POV DORIANThe silence on the helipad was a lie. While Rachelle held Nikolai in the freezing wind and the police swarmed the broken glass of the foyer, I was back in the library. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the rhythm of the scrolling red text on my monitors."No, no, no... stay with me," I whispered, my fingers dancing across the mechanical keyboard.I had been so focused on the V-4 file that I hadn't seen the logic bomb buried in the server’s kernel. My father was a monster, but he was a brilliant one. He knew that if he ever fell—if his biometric signal ever flatlined or stayed out of range for more than an hour—the "Cleansing" wouldn't just be physical. it would be digital.SYSTEM ALERT: GLOBAL ASSET LIQUIDATION INITIATED. AUTHORIZATION: M.V. FINAL DECREE."Rachelle!" I screamed into my headset, but the channel was filled with the static of the police radios. "Nikolai! Move the damn paramedics, I need the Ghost Key!"I heard the heavy thud of the library doo

  • Divorcing the Ruthless Billionaire   Chapter 28: The Glass House

    POV RACHELLEThe elevator ride back to the penthouse was silent, but the air between Nikolai and me was humming with the static of the secret we had just unearthed. A sister. A child born from the wreckage of my mother’s "death." I gripped the iron key to the Prato archives so hard the metal bit into my palm, a grounding pain against the rising tide of nausea."Rachelle," Nikolai said softly as the floor numbers climbed. "We don't know the whole truth yet. Enzo was old. He could be remembering a shadow.""He remembered the name, Nikolai. Jolene. He remembered a five-year-old girl with my eyes." I looked at my reflection in the polished brass of the elevator doors. I looked like a stranger—a woman draped in emerald silk, holding the keys to a kingdom built on the bones of a sibling I never knew. "If my father has been hiding a child for ten years, it’s not for love. It’s for leverage. It’s a backup plan."The elevator chimed. The doors slid open.The penthouse was dark. Usually, the am

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    POV DORIANThe penthouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually meant Rachelle was out winning a war and Nikolai was out starting one. I sat in my "Command Center"—a corner of the library filled with liquid-cooled towers and four monitors that glowed with the blue light of the Veronesi mainframes.I wasn't looking for money anymore. I was looking for ghosts."Come on, you old bastard," I muttered, my fingers flying across the keys. "You didn't delete everything."Ever since the shipyard explosion, I had been obsessed with the 'SICILY' file. Rachelle thought it was just about trafficking, but the encryption was too sophisticated for a standard criminal enterprise. It was personal. It was a life-support system for a secret.I bypassed the final firewall of the Veronesi private cloud—the one Father had hidden inside an old architecture firm’s server. A single folder appeared.FOLDER NAME: V-4."V-1 is Rachelle. V-2 is Mindy. V-3 is me," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.

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  • Divorcing the Ruthless Billionaire   Chapter 25: The Price of Redempti

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  • Divorcing the Ruthless Billionaire   Chapter 24: The Queen’s Ransom

    POV RACHELLEThe smell of Lake Como—a mix of cold alpine water and ancient stone—was replaced by the sterile, expensive scent of a private medical wing in Milan. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, watching the sun rise over the Duomo. My sapphire gala gown was gone, replaced by a simple black silk robe, but the weight of the "Veronesi Heart" still sat heavy against my chest."She’s awake, Rachelle."I turned. Dorian stood in the doorway, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. He had been monitoring the news cycles for six hours straight. To the world, the Veronesi villa had suffered a "catastrophic gas leak." The truth—that our father had tried to incinerate his own children—was buried under layers of corporate hush-money and Santoro influence."Mindy?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."She’s physically fine. A few minor burns, some smoke inhalation. But she’s... different. She hasn't stopped crying since we landed. She keeps asking for you."I walked down th

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    POV RACHELLEThe red digital numbers on the bedside clock flipped with a mechanical finality: 05:45 AM.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, Milan was still shrouded in a bruised, pre-dawn purple. The city was quiet, but inside these walls, the air was vibrating with the hum of a

  • Divorcing the Ruthless Billionaire   Chapter 18: The Master Key

    POV RACHELLEThe air in the basement archive was thick with the scent of ozone and static, the hum of the cooling fans a constant, low-frequency vibration that rattled my teeth. It was a cathedral of silicon and steel, the resting place of every secret the Veronesi family had ever kept. And there,

  • Divorcing the Ruthless Billionaire   Chapter 17: Gilded Handcuffs

    POV RACHELLEThe iron gates of the Prato textile factory loomed like the entrance to a medieval fortress. This place was the heart of the Veronesi empire, a sprawling complex of brick and steel where my grandfather had spun the first threads of our fortune. Somewhere in the basement of the central

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