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Chapter 34: Lincoln’s POV
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My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 158: Officer Pennet’s POV
“Finally,” I mutter, glancing at the time glowing on the wall clock. I could practically feel the sweet freedom of clocking out and going home settling over my shoulders. My legs already half-turn toward the exit.I reach for my punch card, ready to feed it into the machine, when my phone rings.“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I grumble, digging it out of my denim pocket. Of course. Of all people—Colin. I briefly wonder if ignoring a partner’s call counts as an infraction. Knowing our Sargent? Probably.I weigh my options for half a second: go home and face his wrath tomorrow, or answer and regret it now. Either way, I lose. But at least answering prevents paperwork.I swipe to accept. “This better be good. My punch card is still in hand.”“Mike, I need you at my desk,” Colin says without preamble. His voice is tight—focused. “Open my email. There’s a video that needs to go to forensics.”Well, at least he sounds serious. “Forensics?” I echo as I roll my eyes heavenward and resi
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 157: Officer Miller’s POV
I sit in silence for nearly twenty minutes beside a very intimidatingly silent Ronaldo. His broad shoulders are rigid, his jaw set so tightly I can see the muscle twitch every few seconds. The only sound between us is the soft hum of the surveillance system and the occasional click as I skip through the footage. I knew that this wasn’t the time to speak.We watch countless people wander in and out of the floral shop during the same hour Jessie was here—customers carrying paper-wrapped bouquets, teenagers picking up corsages, an elderly man shuffling out with a single white lily. Not one person raises any red flags.Nothing suspicious at all.“Ronaldo,” I finally say, keeping my voice low so I don’t break the heavy atmosphere, “does Ms. Panelli own any delivery vehicles for the shop?”He shakes his head without tearing his eyes from the monitor. “No. All deliveries are handled by me. I take them in our SUV.” His response is automatic, clipped—his brain already working through why I’m
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 156: Jessie’s POV
“Now that the men have left, you can talk to me. What has happened? Where is Alan?” Ms. Panelli asks, her voice firm but full of concern. “You can tell me.”“Mina, there’s a lot going on. I don’t want to overwhelm you,” I say softly. Mina—a term of endearment I’d started using years ago. In Italian it described a motherly, nurturing woman, and that was exactly who she was to me.“No, no,” she insists, waving a hand. “You have to tell me. It hurts me to see you like this.” She locks the front door of the shop with a decisive click, then returns to the small round table. She pulls out a chair and takes both my hands in hers, her palms warm and steady.“Well…” I swallow hard. “Alan and I are getting a divorce. I found out he was having an affair.” The words finally fall out, bitter and heavy.“Scrofa! Should’ve married Lincoln.” she snaps, her face twisting with disgust. Pig wasn’t even the worst thing he could’ve been called, but coming from Mina, it carried the weight of a curse. I ign
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 155: Officer Miller’s POV
“Well, I never thought I’d see anyone handle wasabi like that. Color me impressed.” I laugh as Jessie slips her card into the check sleeve. She won fair and square.“Determination and the will to clear my sinuses.” She grins, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin.“Ah yes—never underestimate the cleansing power of wasabi.”“Never,” she agrees, just as the waiter returns to collect the bill. A second later, her phone buzzes with Lincoln’s name flashing across the screen. She answers quickly.Her tone softens, warm and familiar, and I force myself not to listen too closely. I pull out my phone, pretending to scroll, and text Pennet instead.Have you already gotten your list of questioning together?His response comes almost immediately. An odd thing for Pennet to do.No need to worry, Colin. I’ve got everything locked in for tomorrow.Surprising. For once, I’m the one getting a breather while Pennet does the heavy lifting. Refreshing… and suspicious.While Jessie keeps talking,
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 154: Lincoln’s POV
“Diana, what’s the status on that mountain of case files?” I ask as I step out of my office, pinching the bridge of my nose like I might physically squeeze the headache out. The fluorescent lights suddenly feel ten times brighter.“Down to seven,” she replies without looking up, fingers flying across her keyboard. Towers of paper surround her workstation like defensive fortifications.She hadn’t exaggerated when she said she was overwhelmed.Some of my clients had been giving her the runaround—not because they were uncooperative with their cases, but because several of my newly divorced female clients had apparently mistaken legal counsel for speed dating. Instead of returning Diana’s calls, they stalled. Dodged. Delayed. All in hopes that eventually, I’d be the one forced to handle them directly.It was pathetic.And Diana was paying the price for it.Maybe it really is time to ask Jessie for a favor.Her face is mostly healed now. The swelling is gone. The bruises have faded to fain
My Millionaire Husband’s Secret Chapter 153: Blaire’s POV
After what felt like hours of circling the same useless thoughts, I came up with nothing. Every plan collapsed under its own weight before it could even fully take shape. Hiring someone to kill Jessie would cost an obscene amount of money—money I no longer had. Normally, that wouldn’t have stopped me, but I’m currently cut off and bleeding resources by the day. Desperate, yes. Stupid, no. And a hit like that would light up every alarm imaginable. It would be traced. It would ruin me.Every subpoena and flashing blue light would come for my throat, my freedom.Harming Alan would get me nowhere either. As infuriating as he is, I still want him. I still need him. And more importantly, I need him alive. Dead men are useless, broken men can be molded and living men can be owned and I planned on owning him. That meant that Alan was completely off limits.Jeremy crossed my mind next—leverage, a bargaining chip, a hostage or pawn if it came to that. But to get to him, I’d have to pull him fr
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