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Chapter Eighteen: The Man in the Car
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My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty-Five: No Way Out
ElenaMarcus stood in the doorway. Hands in his pockets. Not moving."You should have listened to him," he said. "He told you to stop."Sophia's hand tightened on my arm."How did you find us," I said."Ruth's address has been in a file for thirty years, Elena. Did you think you were the only one who could read old paperwork?"I stood up slowly. My ankles hurt so badly."Where is she?," I said. "Where's Ruth?""Safe. For now." He stepped inside. Closed the door behind him. "That depends entirely on you.""Depends on what?.""The bag." He nodded at it, still on my shoulder. "Give it to me and this ends tonight. Nobody else gets hurt. Ruth goes home. You go home. We forget this ever happened.""You're lying.""Probably." He almost smiled. "But you don't have a lot of options right now, do you."Sophia stood up beside me. "You knew about the archive. You knew we'd be there tonight.""Of course I knew you were up to something." His mouth curved into the faintest hint of a smile. "Do you r
My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty-Four: Ruth House
Elena"Elena." Damian was still on the line. His voice was sharper now.Couldn't. Not yet. Sophia's eyes on mine. Mine on hers. The same thought running through both our heads, unspoken.Me. Sophia. Damian. Ruth."Someone talked," I said."I know." A beat. "Leave the road. If they know your plans, they might know your route."Sophia's eyes kept looking through the mirror. Every set of headlights behind us made her flinch a little."Where?”"Somewhere with people. A dinner. Gas station. Anywhere." His voice had lost all the warmth from an hour ago. Just orders now. "Get rid of that car soon. If they tagged it once, they'll find it twice."We pulled into a pharmacy lot two exits down. The lights flickered above the empty parking spaces. A camera sat over the entrance, its red indicator blinking. Not safe. Just safer than where we were.I called Ruth the second I hung up. My hands were not cooperating.Voicemail.Called again.Same."Maybe she's asleep," Sophia said. Her own voice was no
My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty-Three: Run
ElenaThe person stepped into the light from my phone.His eyes were hard. He had on a coat that looked too expensive for someone standing in a dark hallway at midnight. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look like someone who had just caught us trying to escape. He just stood there, calm, like he had been waiting for us.I looked at him closely.Then it hit me.Whitlock.I'd never seen his face before, but somehow I knew it was him. The same way you feel a storm coming before the rain starts."Give me the bag," he said.Sophia's hand tightened around my arm. Her nails were hurting my skin, and I could feel it through my sleeve."No," I said. My voice sounded stronger than I actually felt.He moved fast. Too fast. I didn't know a man this old could move that fast. Before I even realized what was happening, his hands were already on my bag.I pulled back with all my strength. The strap burned into my shoulder."Let go of my bag," I said, but my voice wasn't as loud or as strong as I w
My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty-Two: After Hours
ElenaRuth called at nine."Tonight," she said. "The guards change at eleven. You've got about fifteen minutes before anyone notices. Use the side door on Maple Street. It won't lock behind you.”I didn't write it down. I was too scared to. If someone found it, everything would be over.Sophia drove without saying much. She kept both hands on the wheel the whole time. She held the wheel so tightly I thought her hands might start hurting."You don't have to do this with me," I said."I know," she said."Then why are you here?”"Because I'm not letting you go alone.”We parked two streets away and walked towards the building. It was cold enough to see our breath every time we breathed out.The building was dark except for one light on the third floor. Ruth had said it was always on. It had been that way since George's time. No one knew why the light was always on.I stopped and looked up at the building. Maybe for a second too long. Sophia grabbed my arm."Elena, it's now or never.”We
My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty-One: The Insider
ElenaWe couldn't just sit back and wait for his lawyers to make the first move. Sophia sat on the edge of my bed and said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I was still weak from the day before, but I knew she was right. Waiting had never worked for us. Every time we waited, we lost something.I called Damian that evening."We need to talk," I said as soon as he answered. "A governance complaint isn't going to be enough anymore. We need something bigger. Something that shows this didn't start yesterday. It's been happening for a long time.”"I've been thinking the same thing." He was quiet for a second. "There's a woman at the company. She's been there for more than thirty years. Started as a typist when George was still running the place. She's watched this family for decades. If anyone knows where all this really began, it's her.”"Do you think she'll talk to us?”"I don't know. But it's worth asking.”We met Ruth two days later, not at the office but in a small di
My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake Chapter Thirty: What He Does With What's Left
ElenaMarcus was calm at breakfast. Too calm.Last night, his voice had shaken in the hallway. I'd heard something break through the control he always carried. This morning, it was gone. He sat across from me with a cup of coffee, scrolling through his phone as if it were any other day. The silence around him unsettled me more than his anger ever had. When Marcus was angry, I knew he was reacting. This kind of calm meant he'd already made up his mind."I owe you an apology," he said, setting the phone down. "For last night. I said things I shouldn't have."I watched him carefully, waiting for the trap hidden somewhere in his words."I made you tea," he said, nodding toward the cup near my plate, steam still rising from it. "Peace offering. I thought maybe we could try talking properly today. Without any more misunderstandings.”I stared at the cup for a long moment. Every instinct told me not to touch it. But he was watching me, and refusing would only make me look guilty. After every
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