All Chapters of My Possessive Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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He Still Cares For Elsa

POV: Felix "Elsa," she said. She was looking at the city. "Not the files, not the medical notes. Her." A pause. "What she was like."I sat with the question for a moment. It was not a question I had been asked before, people had expressed condolences about my wife in the abstract, had spoken about the tragedy of it, had offered the formulations that social convention provides for loss. Nobody had asked me what she was like, which was the question that mattered and the one I hadn't been able to receive until now."She was funny," I said. It came out plainly, which was the right register for it. "Not the kind of funny that performs itself. The quiet kind, she would say something and you'd be two steps past it before you realised how funny it had been." I paused. "She found me genuinely amusing, which was..." I stopped. "Most people find me many things. Amusing is not usually among them."Selina made a sound that was not quite a laugh but lived in the same neighbourhood."She was t

Found Martin's

POV: FelixThe operation began at eleven forty-seven.Not midnight, not the hour that has the dramatic weight of narrative logic, eleven forty-seven, because that was when Dante's final surveillance report confirmed the last of Martin's external contacts had left the building and the internal movement patterns had settled into the rhythm of a space going from operational to overnight. The window was specific and I had learned, in all the years of windows, that specific windows were more valuable than dramatic ones and considerably less forgiving of delay.I left the house without waking Selina.This was a deliberate decision. She was asleep, I had checked the light under the door at eleven-fifteen and it was dark, which meant she and Amaya had gone to bed at a reasonable hour rather than sitting up in the particular suspended waiting that I had been doing all evening in the operations room. I could have knocked. I had stood at the door for a moment and thought about knocking, and

He Made It Too Easy

POV: Felix "You were right about a number of things," I said. "I've been thinking about that this week. The things you were right about, specifically." I stepped slightly closer. "The inheritance. What I received and how I received it and what I took for granted." I paused. "You were right about all of that. I want you to know that I know that."Martin looked at me with the expression of a man who has been waiting for a very long time to be told something and has received it too late for it to change anything and knows it too late for it to change anything."It doesn't resolve what I did," he said."No," I said. "It doesn't resolve anything. But it's still true and I'm still saying it."We looked at each other across the space of twenty years and the specific distance of what was between us, the grief and the compound and Elsa's list of names and seven women who had deserved different stories, and neither of us looked away.Then I nodded to Marco.Martin did not resist.He tu

Elsa's Gold Bracelet

POV: Felix"Oh wait, before we leave, I would love to give this back to you. I've been holding it for so long, keeping it safe for you," he chuckled softly.He threw the gold bracelet to me, and I almost lost my mind as I flew into a fiery rage and punched him so hard that he tumbled backwards.When Elsa died, I could not find the gold bracelet I'd gifted her while we were still courting.She had loved it so much that she never took it off. But after she died, it went missing, and I simply let it go because I'd thought that it must have gotten lost in the hospital or during her transit to the morgue. How would I have known that my brother used to visit her in the hospital and had even slipped off her bracelet while she fought to stay alive."You fucking bastard! You will pay, Martin, you will pay for everything you have done!" I told him fiercely."The only reason why you are still alive is because killing you would be merciful. I will make you beg for death, I will make you wis

Selina Agreed

POV: Selina "If I don't talk to him, that information stays with him," I said. "And he knows it. That's why he made the request." I paused. "He's not doing this to frighten me. He's doing this because..." I stopped, tried to locate the thing I was sensing. "Because I was harder to read than the others and that means something to him. Even now.""Selina...""I'll talk to him." I said it clearly and finally. "Not alone. You can be there. But I'll talk to him."Felix was quiet for a moment. "Alright.""Not tonight," I said. "Tomorrow. I need a few hours first." I looked at the window, which was showing the very first grey suggestion of morning. "A few hours and actual food and daylight.""All of that is available," he said."Then tomorrow," I said, and lay back down and looked at the ceiling and listened to the door close quietly and let the morning come in at the edges of the curtains, slow and grey and entirely indifferent, the way mornings always were.Amaya was in the kitche

His Unusual Request

POV: FelixMartin asked for a bible on the second day.That was the first thing. A small request, delivered through Marco with the particular humility of a man who had undergone some internal reckoning and was reaching for something outside himself. Marco reported it with the flat neutrality he brought to everything, and I looked at him for a moment and said nothing and then said give it to him.I was not naive enough to believe it. But I was also not going to refuse a bible to a man in custody on the grounds that his interest in it was probably performative, because refusing it would tell him something about my level of suspicion that I preferred he not know.So Martin got his bible, and he read it with every appearance of sincerity, and he spoke to Marco and the other men with a quietness that was new, a quality of containment that had replaced the cold architecture of the man in the operations room doorway. He ate what was brought to him. He slept at reasonable hours. He made n

House On Fire

POV: SelinaThe alarm woke me from the first real sleep I had managed in weeks.I was on my feet before I was fully conscious, some part of my body having apparently decided during the past months that waking slowly was a luxury it was no longer offering me. The smell of smoke reached me at the same moment Felix's fist hit my door, two sharp knocks, not waiting, the door already opening."Get up, get your shoes, come now," he said. No construction around it.I was already reaching for my shoes. "Martin.""Gone." The word was very flat. "Fire in the basement. We're getting out."I looked at him for one second, at the expression on his face, which was not panic, was not anything as simple as panic, was the look of a man who had made a mistake in a specific and unforgivable way and had filed that information away to be dealt with later and was currently entirely focused on the present, and then I tied my shoes and went.Amaya was in the corridor already, Marco beside her, and we m

He's Daring Me

POV: FelixThe next three weeks were the most controlled and the most helpless I had ever been simultaneously.I had more security around Selina than I had ever maintained around anyone, including myself. The property was a fortress in the functional sense, overlapping camera coverage, rotating guard rotations so that no pattern could be established and exploited, vehicles varying their routes, digital communications swept twice daily. Marco and Dante, my best locator, were working Martin's disappearance with everything they had.They found nothing.Not a trace, not a signal, not a sighting from any of the informant network that covered this city like a second skin. Martin had gone somewhere that wasn't in any of my maps, had made himself into a negative space, present only in what he sent rather than in anything he left by existing.The gifts kept coming.A book, a specific novel, one that Selina had mentioned once in my hearing, an offhand reference I hadn't even registered as

A Distraction

POV: MartinPatience was a discipline I had learned young.Not from Felix's father, who had never troubled himself to teach me anything beyond the implicit lesson of what it felt like to be the secondary consideration in every room you entered. Not from my mother, who had her own survival to manage and had done it with a tunnel vision I couldn't fault because it had kept us both alive and fed and housed, which was more than most managed. I had learned patience from watching. From standing at the edge of things and understanding that the edge was where you saw the whole picture, and that the whole picture was always more useful than being at the centre of it.I had been watching Felix's property for eleven days.Not personally, that would have been imprecise, and imprecision was the one luxury I had never been able to afford. But through people, through the particular network of eyes that existed in every city if you knew where to look and what to offer, I had maintained a continuo

Someone Is Feeding Him Information

POV: FelixThe sensor was on the east side of the property.Third floor, a room we used for storage, no reason for anyone to be there, the alarm triggered by what turned out to be a deliberately placed heat source, something small and chemical, designed to read as the beginning of a fire without becoming one. Sophisticated enough to require knowledge of the sensor type and placement. Precise enough to have been planned.Marco looked at it and looked at me and we both understood at the same moment."Selina," I said, and I was already moving.The radio in Marco's hand activated, one of the kitchen guards, his voice carrying the particular controlled urgency of someone reporting something he doesn't fully have the shape of yet. Movement on the south exterior. Possible incursion. Kitchen team is...I was running.Not the professional, measured movement of a man executing a protocol. Running, the way you run when the thing you're afraid of has a specific location and you are not the

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