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Chapter 184: The Therapy

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-12 00:32:26

The waiting room of Dr. Aris Thorne, Child Psychologist, was designed to be disarming.

It was painted a soft, soothing blue. There were fish tanks bubbling quietly in the corners. The furniture was rounded, soft, and child-sized. It was a world away from the sharp edges of the Cross Empire tower or the cold concrete of the AVA flagship.

But for Liam Cross, sitting on a small, beanbag-like chair that was definitely not designed for a six-foot-two CEO, it felt like a interrogation room.

Ethan was
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    The cab ride felt like it took a hundred years.Ethan sat in the backseat, clutching the dead phone to his chest with both hands. He pressed it hard against his sternum, as if his own heartbeat could charge the battery. As if he could keep the voice inside alive just by willing it.Henry owed me a lifetime. His son will pay it.The words echoed in his head, bouncing around like a marble in a tin can. They were scary words. Grown-up words.The cab slowed."This is it, kid," the driver said. "The Cross Building. Fancy."Ethan looked out the window. The building rose up into the rain, tall and glass and safe. The doorman, Henderson, was standing outside under the awning. He looked upset. He was talking into his radio, waving his arms.Ethan opened the door.He stumbled out. His legs felt like they weren't attached to his body anymore. They were wet noodles."Henderson!" Ethan yelled.Henderson spun around. His eyes went wide. He dropped his radio."Ethan?" Henderson shouted. "Holy mother

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 379: THE BATTERY

    The vibration against Ethan’s thigh was soft.Bzzt.It wasn't the long, angry buzz of a phone call. It was the short, stuttering pulse of a warning.Ethan sat perfectly still in the velvet chair. His hands were folded on the table, just like Isabella’s. He tried to keep his face blank, the way Uncle Marcus had taught him when they played poker with pretzels. Don't let them see your cards, kid.But his heart was beating so hard he thought Isabella could hear it.Bzzt.Another one.Ethan knew what that meant. He played games on his iPad. He knew the warnings.Low Battery. 20%. Or maybe 10%.He had been recording for over an hour. Audio files were big. They ate battery. And he hadn't charged his phone since last night because he had fallen asleep reading The Hobbit to River.He squeezed the worry stone in his left pocket. He squeezed the phone in his right pocket. It felt warm. Too warm. Like it was working too hard."You're fidgeting," Isabella said.Ethan froze.Isabella was refilling

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 378: THE CONFESSION UNRAVELS

    The tea in the china cup had gone cold.Ethan looked at the dark liquid. It reflected the single, battery-powered lantern sitting on the table, a tiny artificial sun in a universe of shadows.Across from him, Isabella Voss was refilling her own cup. She poured with a steady hand, the stream of tea perfect and graceful, as if she weren't sitting in a rotting warehouse in Queens, plotting the destruction of his family.Ethan shifted in the velvet chair. His legs didn't reach the floor. He pressed his heels against the chair legs to stop them from shaking.Be a spy, Uncle Marcus had told him once, when they were playing hide-and-seek. Spies don't wiggle. Spies wait.Ethan touched the phone in his pocket. It was still there. Still humming with the silent vibration of the recording app.He looked at Isabella. She looked like a witch from a fairy tale who had dressed up as a queen."You're quiet," Isabella said. She took a sip of tea. "Henry was quiet when he was plotting. Are you plotting,

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 377: THE STORY SHE TOLD

    The inside of the warehouse didn't smell like secrets anymore. It smelled like Earl Grey tea.Ethan followed the woman in the cream coat through the shadows. His sneakers didn't make a sound on the concrete floor—he was walking on the balls of his feet, like a spy, like Uncle Marcus taught him.They walked past rusty machines that looked like sleeping metal dinosaurs. They walked past stacks of rotting pallets. And then, in the center of the vast, empty space, they found a room without walls.It was a setup. A movie set.There was a folding table covered in a white cloth. There were two chairs—not plastic ones, but velvet chairs with gold legs. There was a silver tray with a teapot and two china cups. A battery-powered lantern sat in the middle, casting a warm, yellow circle of light that fought against the gray gloom of the warehouse."Sit," Isabella said.She didn't sound like the bad man in the lobby. She sounded like a teacher. Or a grandmother.Ethan hesitated. He touched the pho

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 376: THE WAREHOUSE

    The warehouse district in Queens smelled of wet cardboard, diesel fumes, and secrets.Ethan Vale-Cross stood on the corner of a cracked sidewalk, the hood of his navy puffer jacket pulled up against the biting wind. The sky was the color of a bruise—purple and gray and swollen with rain that hadn't fallen yet.He wasn't supposed to be here.He was supposed to be at the robotics camp in Manhattan. He had told the driver, Russo, that the session ran late. He had told the instructor he was getting picked up early by his uncle. He had slipped out the back door, walked three blocks, and used the prepaid debit card he had saved his allowance for to hail a yellow cab.It was the first time he had ever been in a taxi alone. The driver hadn't even looked at him, just grunted when Ethan gave the address he had found on his father's desk.1402 Borden Avenue.The address was written on a sticky note stuck to the back of the embezzlement spreadsheet Liam had been staring at for days. Ethan had see

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   CHAPTER 375: BUSINESS BETRAYAL FORESHADOWING

    The offices of Vale-Cross Global hummed with the quiet, expensive efficiency of a machine that had finally been calibrated correctly.It was 4:45 PM on a Friday. The sun was slanting through the floor-to-ceiling glass of Liam’s corner office, bathing the room in a warm, amber glow.Outside, the city was winding down for the weekend. Inside, the "Humanity Mandate" was in full effect—designers were packing up bags, logistics managers were logging off, and the air smelled of anticipation rather than adrenaline.Liam sat at his desk. He should have been packing up too. He had promised Ethan a round of Mario Kart before dinner.But his eyes were fixed on a spreadsheet.It was the Q3 preliminary audit. A boring, dense document filled with thousands of rows of operational costs, vendor payments, and supply chain margins."You're squinting," a voice said.Marcus walked in. He was wearing his version of business casual—dark jeans, a blazer, and boots that had seen actual construction sites. He

  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 209: The Victory

    The headline in the Wall Street Journal the next morning was not about scandal. It was not about "secret heirs" or "runaway brides." It was simple. Boring. Beautiful. CROSS EMPIRE SHAREHOLDERS REJECT PINNACLE BID; VALE-CROSS ALLIANCE SECURES MAJORITY. Aurora sat at the kitchen island in the pen

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 193: The Success

    The "undisclosed location" was a small island in the Cyclades. Not Mykonos. Not Santorini. A rock in the Aegean Sea with one villa, a grove of olive trees, and a population of forty-two goats. There was no cell service. There was no WiFi. There was only the wind, the sea, and the blinding, white-

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 192: The Collaborative Collection Launch

    The Grand Palais in Paris was a cathedral of glass and steel, a fitting temple for the resurrection of two empires. Tonight, it was the stage for "The Alliance." The air inside was cold, conditioned to protect the couture, but the energy was white-hot. Two thousand guests—the global elite of fas

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  • Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride   Chapter 196: The Morning After

    The "Happy Family" was put to the test by a leaky faucet. It was 6 AM on a Monday. The penthouse was quiet, save for the rhythmic drip, drip, drip coming from the kitchen sink. Aurora stood in the doorway, wrapped in her robe, staring at the puddle forming on the marble floor. "It's a metaphor,

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