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The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 65: Three Days on the Run
POV: Lena Moretti We couldn't go straight to Wells. Naomi's surveillance showed Julian's people monitoring the routes into the city. Two teams. One near the highway corridor we'd normally take. Another covering the southern approach. He'd anticipated that I'd run toward the prosecutor once his investigators flushed me from Cambria. He was trying to intercept before I could deliver the evidence in person. So we went sideways. Naomi had safe houses arranged along a network of routes that zigzagged through small towns and back roads. Not a direct path. A scattered one. Designed to be unpredictable. The first night was a motel off the highway in a town whose name I forgot before we left it. The second was a friend of Naomi's apartment, empty because the friend was overseas. The third was a cabin in the woods an hour outside the city, close enough to reach Wells by morning. Three days. Three locations. Forced proximity in small spaces with bad coffee and gas station food and the man I'd
The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 64: The Escape
POV: Lena Moretti We almost made it out clean. Almost. The car was loaded, the cottage was locked, and Ezra was pulling onto the main road when Naomi's voice came through the encrypted phone on speaker. Tight. Controlled. The voice of a woman managing a situation that had already gone sideways. "They moved faster than projected. Two men approaching from the south road. Armed. I'm intercepting at the corner of Oak and Marine. Get her out through the north route. Don't stop." Ezra's hands tightened on the steering wheel. He didn't hesitate. He swung the car north, away from the main road, onto a narrow residential street that led to the highway through the back of town. I gripped the evidence case with both hands and pressed it against my belly like a shield, as if the documents inside could protect the baby from whatever was happening two blocks behind us. Through the rear window, I saw nothing. The street was empty. Early morning. Quiet. The town still waking up. But somewhere beh
The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 63: The Danger Closes In
POV: Lena Moretti Naomi's call came at 4 AM. Ezra was asleep on the couch, which was where he'd been sleeping since he arrived. I hadn't offered the bed. He hadn't asked. We were operating in the careful territory of two people who were working together again but hadn't defined what that meant beyond the kitchen table. He slept on the couch. I slept in the bedroom. The door stayed open because closing it felt like regression. But neither of us crossed the hallway. I answered the encrypted phone in the bathroom with the door shut and the faucet running, an old habit from months of hiding conversations inside other sounds. "Two men arrived in Cambria six hours ago," Naomi said. "I identified them through the motel's registration system. Fake names but real faces. They match Julian's PI firm. Ex-law enforcement types. They're carrying surveillance equipment and checking hotels and rental properties door to door." My hand found my stomach. The reflex I couldn't break. "How close?" "T
The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 62: The Full Truth
POV: Lena Moretti We stayed on the porch for another hour after he lifted his head from his hands. Not talking. Just sitting with the new shape of things. The DNA truth had settled into him the way all truths settle, unevenly, with sharp edges still poking through the surface. But he was functional again. Breathing normally. Eyes dry. The composure reassembled, not as armor this time but as scaffolding. Something to hold him upright while the interior reconstruction continued. When we finally went inside, I made tea. Not because either of us wanted tea but because my hands needed something to do and the kettle was the nearest task. He sat at the kitchen table and looked at the documents spread across its surface and I could see him reading headers and titles and connecting what he was seeing to the story I'd told him on the couch. "There's more," I said, setting his mug down. "A lot more." I walked him through everything. Not the emotional story this time. The operational one. I s
The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 61: The Identity
POV: Lena MorettiHe held the paternity test for seventeen minutes. I know because I watched the kitchen clock over his shoulder, counting the time the way I count everything, because numbers are the only thing I can control when everything else is chaos. Seventeen minutes of silence while Ezra Crane sat on my cottage couch and let his entire identity crack apart and reassemble around two pieces of paper.I didn't rush him. I didn't ask if he was okay. I didn't offer water or tea or any of the useless gestures people make when they're watching someone process something too large for language. I just sat in the chair across from him and waited, because I'd learned from months of building this case that some truths need time to land. You can't hurry the moment when the ground shifts. You just stand still and let it move.When he finally set the papers down, his hands were steady. The shaking had stopped. Not because the shock had passed but because it had settled deeper, below the surfa
The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride Chapter 60: The Reunion
POV: Lena Moretti He knocked at dawn. I knew it was him before I opened the door because Naomi had texted me at 2 AM: "He left immediately. Driving. Wouldn't wait for morning. ETA approximately 6 AM." Four hours of driving through the dark. No security team. No Dominic. No plan except getting to me as fast as the road allowed. I'd been awake since the text. Sitting at the kitchen table with my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. Waiting. Running through versions of the conversation in my head. What I'd say. What he'd say. How I'd keep my composure when the man I'd left standing at a window thirty floors up saw for the first time what his absence had been growing into. Three knocks. Quiet. Not demanding. The knock of a man who wasn't sure he'd be let in and was bracing for the possibility that he wouldn't. I stood up. Walked to the door. My hand rested on the knob for three seconds while I took a breath. Then I opened it. He was thinner. That was the
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