ANMELDENCharlie’s POV
Eleanor rushed toward Marcus, her eyes gleaming with desperation.“What information? Tell me, Marcus! Is it about Evelyn? Has my daughter finally reached out? After all this time…”I stepped in front of her, my hand shooting out to block her path. “Enough, Eleanor. This is my business. I suppose you’ve had enough fun already, tormenting your step daughter today. You can go home now.”“But Charlie—” she protested, her manicured fingers clutchiIsabella’s POV The hour had grown late when the lock finally turned and Charlie entered without knocking. The scent of whiskey arrived with him, strong enough that I knew he had been drinking for some time. His shirt was open at the collar, hair disordered from repeated passes of his hands. The controlled man who had faced the board and the investors was nowhere in sight. What stood in the doorway was someone raw and dangerously close to the edge.He closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, studying me in the low light of the bedside lamp. My face still carried the faint evidence of earlier tears. He noticed.“You have been crying,” he said. The words came out lower and rougher than usual.I remained seated on the edge of the bed. “I have been thinking.”He pushed away from the door and crossed the room with unsteady steps. The glass in his hand was nearly empty. He set it on the table and stood in front of me, close
Isabella's POV At night, Charlie remained downstairs, taking his calls with his lawyers close. The sealed balcony and the locked door kept me in place, but they could not stop the thoughts that turned in relentless circles.I sat on the floor beside the bed with the documents Daniel had given me spread across the carpet. The encrypted drive from Marcus lay open on my phone, its contents now fully accessible after I had finally risked powering the device for a short window. I had read the pages before. I had understood the general shape of the crime. Tonight I forced myself to examine every detail without looking away.The mechanic’s statement was longer than I remembered. It described the exact tools used to weaken the brake lines. It listed the date the work was ordered and the date it was completed. It named the amount transferred and the account from which the money had come.Most damning of all, it included a short handwritten note
Isabella's POV The postponement of the lawyers did not bring peace, It only created a different kind of pressure.By late morning the next day Victoria had already moved. She did not request a meeting. She simply informed Charlie through a short message that a private family discussion would take place in the main drawing room at two o’clock. Attendance was expected. The wording left no space for refusal without creating another public fracture inside the house.Charlie came to my room at one thirty. He looked as if the new evidence from Marcus had kept him awake most of the night. The hard certainty from the investor reception had softened into something more complicated, but the walls around him remained firmly in place.“You will come downstairs,” he said. “You will sit and listen. Do not engage my mother directly if you can avoid it. She is looking for any reaction she can use.”I followed him down the wide staircase. The d
Isabella's POV The car returned us to the mansion in silence. Charlie went straight to his study without another word. I was escorted upstairs by security and left once again in the bedroom with the balcony doors now sealed from the outside. The public scene Evelyn had created continued to spread. Every time I caught a glimpse of a staff member’s phone screen, fragments of the headlines appeared. Questions about the CEO’s wife. Speculation about betrayal inside the Harrington family. Calls for decisive action.Evening settled over the house with a heavy quiet. I expected the night to pass in the same locked isolation as the one before. Instead a soft knock came shortly after nine. When the door opened it was not Charlie.Marcus stepped inside and closed the door carefully behind him. He looked tired, the kind of tired that came from carrying information no one wanted to hear. In his hand he held a thin folder and a tablet.“I do not have long,” h
Isabella's POV Morning arrived without any softening of the night before.Charlie unlocked the door himself shortly after eight. He looked as if he had not slept. His shirt was fresh but his eyes carried the same hard distance that had closed over him during the fight. He informed me that an emergency investor reception had been arranged at one of the Harrington hotels for midday. Attendance was not optional. The remaining major shareholders demanded a face to face explanation for the continuing collapse, and the board insisted he appear with his wife to project stability.“You will stay beside me the entire time,” he said. “You will not speak unless I tell you to. You will not leave my sight. If your brother or anyone else attempts contact, security will handle it.”I dressed in a simple dark suit that gave nothing away. The hidden documents and the small phone remained on me. There was no opportunity to remove them safely. Charlie watched every
Isabella's POV The hours crawled by while I remained on the bed with the lights low, listening to the mansion settle into night. Distant voices rose and fell as staff completed their final rounds. Charlie’s study door opened and closed several times. Each sound made my shoulders tighten. The safe phone stayed dark in my pocket. The documents and the encrypted drive pressed against my side like quiet promises. Eleven o’clock felt both too far away and dangerously close.I had almost begun to believe the plan would hold when the bedroom door opened without warning.Charlie stood in the doorway. He was not on a call. He was not distracted by the latest market numbers. His expression was carved from pure controlled fury, and in his hand he held a small tablet displaying a grainy security feed.The image was clear enough. A dark figure climbing over the balcony railing earlier that evening. The timestamp matched the exact minutes Daniel had







