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The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 157: THE PIER
POV: Grace "She said gardenias," Priya whispered. "Twice. Then nothing." The van smelled of cold coffee and cello rosin. Thomas sat at the wheel with both hands locked on it. Roman crouched behind him, one knee on the floor, staring at a laptop screen where the audio line had gone to a flat gray hiss. "How long has it been dead?" Roman asked. "Forty seconds." "She gave the signal." "She did." "Then we go." "Roman, wait." Priya caught his sleeve. "If he has a jammer, we can't hear inside, and he can't hear us. If you storm the door, you're breaking into a retired federal judge's home with no warrant and nothing but a word about flowers." "She's my wife." "I know. And she's smart enough to know we'd come." Priya's voice shook, but she held his eyes. "Give me two minutes. I have an idea." "Two minutes is too long." "One, then." Roman looked at her. Then at Thomas. Thomas nodded once. "One," Roman said. Priya spun the laptop around and opened a program. "Jammers work on spe
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 156: GARDENIAS
POV: Vivienne Ashford "Do not go," Roman said. "I'm begging you." "I'm going." "Vivienne." "Roman." She turned from the bedroom mirror, one earring in, the other in her fingers. Dawn had barely started to gray the windows. She had not slept, and neither had he. "He asked for me alone because he wants to see if I'll come. If I refuse, he'll know we're afraid. If I show up, he'll relax." "Relax enough to kill you?" "He's a judge, not a gangster." "A judge who just spent two months framing you for fraud." "Which is exactly why he won't do anything physical. Men like Boyd don't use fists. They use paper." She put the earring in and met his eyes in the glass. "He wants something from me. Eleanor's letter, maybe. Or a promise. I'd like to find out which." Roman paced to the window and back. He wore yesterday's shirt and his hair stood up in the back. The bandage on his hand had gone gray at the edges. "Then I go with you." "He said alone." "I don't care what he said." "I do." Sh
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 155: FOUR HUNDRED MILLION
POV: Vivienne Ashford "Harlan Boyd," Leo repeated. "The judge." "The retired judge," Maya said. "The one who abstained." "He abstained because he already had what he wanted." Priya paced the length of the dining room with a legal pad in her hand. It was one in the morning. The rain had stopped. On the table lay the cardboard box from Connecticut, its edges scorched, and in front of it sat Roman with a bandage wrapped around his right palm. "Think about it. Six votes to suspend, two against, one abstention. If Boyd had voted yes, he'd look involved. If he'd voted no, he'd lose the six. By abstaining he stays clean and the motion still passes." "He chaired the meeting," Thomas said. "He could have delayed it." "He had the authority to give us until Friday. He chose not to." "A man like that doesn't wake up one morning and decide to wreck a charity," Vivienne said. She sat at the head of the table with her fingers pressed to her temples. "Why would he want it?" Arthur, at the far
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 154: THE HOUSE ON THE HILL
POV: Roman Ashford "Stay in the car," Roman said. "Both of you." "No," Vivienne said. "Viv, there's a light on in a house that's been sealed for five weeks." "I know. I can see it." "Then you know it could be dangerous." "I know that too." She had her hand on the door handle already. Rain ran down the windshield in sheets, and beyond it the old stone house crouched on its hill like something waiting. Smoke curled from the chimney. "Maya stays with Thomas. You and I go in together." "Mom, I can help," Maya said from the back seat. "You can keep the engine running and the phone ready. If we're not out in ten minutes, you call the police and Leo." "That's not fair." "It isn't. It's just." Vivienne glanced back at her. "Please, sweetheart." Maya's mouth trembled, but she nodded. Thomas's hand tightened over hers. Roman climbed out into the downpour. The cold hit him like a slap. He still had his mother's key on his ring, a heavy brass thing, and he found it by feel. Vivienne c
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 153: GREEN INK
POV: Vivienne Ashford "That isn't my signature," Leo said. "I swear it isn't." "I believe you," Priya said instantly. "Look at the T." She pulled the ledger into the lamplight and the rest of them crowded around the coffee table. The signature was a perfect copy of his scrawl, down to the crooked L. But the final stroke curled the wrong way. "I cross my t's from the left," Leo said. "That one crosses from the right." "Because it's traced," Priya said. "And whoever traced it was left-handed." "Dana's right-handed," Maya said. "She took notes with her right hand at the meeting." "Then it isn't Dana." "Then who?" Nobody spoke. Thunder rolled in the distance, low and long. Oliver sank into a chair, his hands hanging between his knees. "I found it in a toolbox," he said. "At the bottom of a locker my father hasn't paid for in a year. Under a false tray. That's the sort of place he hides things. I knew it would be there because when I was nine he hid my birthday money in the same
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 152: WHAT LEO SIGNED
POV: Roman Ashford "You signed it," Roman said. "Without reading it." "Dad." "I'm not shouting. I'm asking." Leo sat on the arm of the sofa in his parents' living room with his shoulders curled forward. It was six in the evening. Rain hammered the windows and the lamps made small yellow islands in the dark. Priya sat beside him with her laptop open. Maya paced. Thomas leaned against the bookshelf with his arms crossed, trying to look like furniture. "I had a newborn," Leo said. "Vivian had been home two days. Arthur's assistant came to the apartment with a folder and a pen. She said it was the annual renewal. I signed in the hallway with the baby on my shoulder." "You signed away trustee authority." "A limited delegation. For emergencies." "For *forgery*, as it turns out." "Roman." Vivienne's voice was quiet. She sat in the armchair by the fire with a blanket over her knees, though she wasn't cold. "He's been beating himself up for six hours. He doesn't need you to do it too.
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