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FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 68
The weight of Lorenzo’s ultimatum crushed the air from my lungs. Confess. Destroy my name, my life’s work, the foundation that was my mother’s living legacy. Or condemn my granddaughter.Arthur was on his knees, a broken man. “Gwen, no,” he rasped, his voice raw. “We’ll find another way. We have to.”“There is no other way,” Isabella said, her voice cold and final. Her hand still rested on Chloe’s shoulder, a constant, terrible reminder of the stakes. “This is the price of your peace. This is the bill, finally come due.”My mind, usually a courtroom of competing arguments, was silent. There was no legal precedent for this, no clever strategy. This was a raw, brutal equation: my soul for Chloe’s life.I looked at the foundation of the monster they had built in Isabella. Not just Esposito vengeance, but a daughter’s rage, weaponized and aimed at the heart of the family that had, in her eyes, replaced her. She didn’t just want us hurt; she wanted us erased.“The trackers,” I thought, a d
FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 67
The voice from the shadows held a casual, almost bored authority that was more terrifying than any shout. It was the man from the phone, the architect of this nightmare. But my eyes weren't on the darkness behind us. They were locked on Isabella.That flicker in her gaze—it wasn't just complicity. It was ownership. The way she stood, the slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her chin as the man spoke… she wasn't just following orders. She was giving them."Chloe, baby, it's going to be okay," Arthur whispered, his voice thick with a desperate, futile reassurance. He took a step forward, his hands raised.Isabella moved with fluid, startling speed. She didn't pull a gun. She simply placed a hand on Chloe's small shoulder, her long, manicured fingers resting there with a possessive weight that made my blood run cold. Chloe flinched, a muffled sob escaping the gag."That's far enough, Arthur," Isabella said, her voice echoing softly in the cavernous space. "We wouldn't want anyone to get
FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 66
The clock on the mantelpiece ticked, each second a hammer blow against the fragile shell of our composure. Ten o’clock. Pier 7. The words echoed in the silent, tense room, a death sentence wrapped in a taunt.“You can’t go,” Michael repeated, his voice low and urgent. He stood between us and the door, not as an employee, but as a friend, a fortress. “It’s a kill box. No cover, multiple entry points, surrounded by water on three sides. I’ve seen the schematics. You’ll be walking into a slaughter.”Arthur paced, a caged animal fueled by paternal terror. “And if we don’t? What happens to Chloe, Michael? Hmm? Do we get another picture? A finger in a box?” His voice broke. “I will not let my granddaughter pay for my sins.”“We don’t even know if they have her!” I interjected, my mind racing, scrambling for any alternative, any leverage. “The school is on lockdown. Michael’s team is there. This could all be a bluff, a psychological play to force us into the open.”“A bluff?” Arthur whirled
FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 65
The silence in the wake of the incoming story-fragment was profound. It wasn't the dead silence of the Archive or the terrified hush of hiding. This was a listening silence. The woven basket-ship of light hung in the void, a question mark made of starlight.Jeff was the first to move, his engineer's instincts overriding the awe. He reached out, not to a control, but to the narrative console. He didn't decode the signal; he felt it. He let the shared memory—a visceral, terrifying rush of fleeing a world as it was being encased in crystalline grey—flow through him and into the Astropheles.The ship responded. It didn't send a data burst. It sent back a memory of its own: the three of us, hands joined, awakening its heart with our story.A response came, immediate and warm. An image formed on our viewport, superimposing itself over the basket-ship. A being looked back at us. Its form was vaguely humanoid, but its skin had the texture of aged parchment and its eyes were pools of swirling,
FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 64
The name "Esposito" hung in the study like the smell of cordite after a gunshot. It wasn't just a name from a story anymore; it was a living, breathing threat that had just reached out and tapped us on the shoulder from the shadows."Tell Gwen the past isn't finished with her yet."The words echoed in the silent room, a venomous promise. Arthur was still braced against the desk, his knuckles white, his breathing shallow. The awe and conflicted hope he’d felt for Isabella had been utterly obliterated, replaced by a primal, protective fear."Michael!" I barked the name, my voice sharper than I intended.He was in the doorway in an instant, his hand resting on the concealed holster beneath his jacket. He took in the scene—Arthur's ashen face, the cracked phone, my own rigid posture."Mrs. Gonzalez?""We have a situation," I said, the legal strategist in me fully seizing control, shoving the terrified wife into a locked room in the back of my mind. "That was a threat. A direct, credible t
FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET CHAPTER 63
Arthur’s hand hung in the space between them, a silent, desperate plea for a connection that was fifty years too late. Isabella looked at it, then back to his face, her expression unchanging. She did not reach out. The moment stretched, taut and excruciating, until Arthur’s hand slowly fell back to the table, the rejection hitting him with a visible, physical weight.“There are practicalities to discuss,” she said, her voice returning to its businesslike calm. She reached into her bag again, and this time, she withdrew a simple, cream-colored business card. She placed it on the table next to the velvet box. “My contact information. I’m staying at The Regency downtown. I’ll give you time to… process.”Process. As if the resurrection of his dead child was a corporate merger.She stood, smoothing her coat. “I know this is a shock. But the past cannot be changed. Only the future can be managed.” Her eyes swept over both of us, finally lingering on me. “I look forward to speaking with you
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