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Chapter 214: Blaire’s POV
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My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 216: Officer Pennet’s POV
I got him.I watch as Rebecca crumbles completely, her shoulders folding inward as she sobs into her hands. The truth has finally broken her—no more composure left to hide behind.I reach into my pocket and pull out a small pack of tissues, offering it across the table. Tim takes it from me first, his mouth tightening with barely concealed disgust before he gently places it in front of her.“Can you tell me how old Alan was when this happened?” I ask, my tone noticeably softer now.“He was just about to go off to college,” she says hoarsely. “Seventeen or eighteen, I believe.”Shit.He wouldn’t have been old enough to be tried as an adult for murder.“Wait,” I say slowly. “He was a child?”“Yes.” She nods, dragging in a shaky breath as she tries to pull herself back together.“Rebecca Smithsdale,” I say, cutting straight to it, “where is your fiancé’s body?”“Under the floorboards of my old home,” she answers quietly. “Beneath the master bedroom. Right where he last lay alive.”That’s
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 215: Rebecca’s POV
I watch as Officer Pennet leans back in his chair, the metal legs scraping softly against the floor. His expression is expectant now—no longer curious, but patient in the way predators are when they already know the prey is cornered.“I think you have some other truths you’d like to share,” he says flatly.I turn to Tim. He meets my eyes for a brief moment before giving me a small, almost imperceptible nod. Go on.“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, forcing steadiness into my voice. “I told you everything. I told you what I’d done—and what Blaire had done. What more is there?”My hands begin to shake beneath the table, betraying the calm façade I’ve been clinging to since I walked into this room.“Ms. Smithsdale,” Pennet says carefully, each word measured, “you have yet to address who is responsible for what happened to your niece, Olivia.”My breath catches painfully in my chest.No.He couldn’t possibly know about—I never told a soul.“Blaire wasn’t responsible,” I say quickly. “A
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 214: Blaire’s POV
Why was I moved down the list?My fingers curl into fists as the thought loops again and again, tightening until it burns. I can’t be stuck here. Every wasted minute is another minute Alan is out there—another minute Jessie gets to breathe.I have to stop him from getting back to her.I have to kill her.I drag my hands through my hair, pacing the length of the cell like a caged animal. The concrete floor is cold beneath my bare feet, grounding and infuriating all at once. When an officer comes into view during his rounds, I still myself instantly.He’s not the same one from earlier.This one is younger. Straighter posture. Less wear in his eyes.Opportunity.I lean back against the bars and let my body soften, my movements deliberate as I slide my hand slowly up my thigh, letting the fabric of my dress shift just enough to be noticed. His gaze flickers despite himself.Predictable.Men always were.“Officer?” I say lightly as he passes. “Can you tell me where I am on the list? I’ve b
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 213: Alan’s POV
Those who say money cannot buy the world, clearly didn’t have the quantity needed to buy it. Because after a few hundred dollars, I’m escorted into a private room to meet with my attorneys, and my request to be kept out of Blaire’s line of sight is accommodated precisely to my liking. Curtains drawn. Angles adjusted. Silence enforced. Money has a way of making people attentive.The door clicks open at the subtle signal passed between officers. Sanderson — the one I’ve come to know well — nods once before stepping aside.Inside, three of my most qualified legal advisors sit at the table. Henry, Brendon, and Steven. Tim’s absence doesn’t go unnoticed; I’d lent him to my aunt Rebecca as a lifeline, and for once, that favor might pay dividends.“Mr. Smith,” Henry says, rising slightly from his chair. “We’re glad to see you’re well.”“As well as I can be,” I reply flatly.I turn my head just enough to expose the bruising along my right jawline — a reminder I haven’t forgotten. Lincoln wil
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 212: Jessie’s POV
Breathe, Jessie, I tell myself as Lincoln watches me, patient but alert, waiting for me to say whatever it is that has clearly rattled me.“Jess, what’s going on?” he asks softly. “You look terrified. If he’s threatened you, I can—”“No.” I cut him off before he can finish. My voice comes out sharper than intended, and I immediately lower it. “It’s not that.”“Then what is it?” His brows knit together, genuine confusion etched across his face.I lean back, buying myself a second, and the memory replays in my mind like a clipped, distorted video.The app you installed on my phone shows you’re ovulating. I can give you a baby.The words echo — followed by the weight of his body, the panic, the certainty in his voice.He’d known exactly when to do it. Planned it.My body had always been predictable. Timely.He could’ve gotten me pregnant.But he wasn’t the one I’d been sleeping with — and we hadn’t used protection.“Alan mentioned an app I had downloaded on his phone years ago,” I finall
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 211: Lincoln’s POV
I know there’s nothing I can do to erase the distress Jessie is drowning in. The realization that she’s been deliberately targeted for over three years—watched, studied, stalked—without ever knowing is a truth no one should have to carry.I feel her body tense beside mine, her breathing shallow and uneven.“Jess?” I say softly.“I’m not safe,” she whispers. “If she’s been watching me for three years and I never noticed, then I’m not safe. I never have been.” Her voice fractures as the weight of it sinks in.“You’re safe here,” I say immediately. “Ivy installed ESME. The perimeter is monitored, the alerts are live—and you have me.” I manage a small smile, even if it feels brittle.She shakes her head.“Maybe it’s better if you don’t stay too close to me,” she says quietly. “I don’t want to lead Blaire straight to your doorstep too.”My chest tightens.“Jess.” I lift her chin gently until she’s forced to meet my eyes. “I’m not afraid of Blaire. What she does doesn’t dictate what I do. I
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