Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Possessive Billionaire : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

POV: Felix The warehouse address Ryan had given me was forty minutes away. I made it in twenty-five. I stood inside with a flashlight and looked at what Martin had left behind, and I understood that Ryan had told me the truth.There were things in that warehouse that should not have existed. Things that connected too many places, too many times, too many losses. I walked through slowly, touching nothing, reading everything, and the picture that assembled itself in my mind was one I had never considered, not once in all the years I had spent searching for enemies outside my own family.So close…So fucking close…The enemy had been so close, the enemy had stood at my wife’s funeral, he had a face I knew, had also known my entire life, and had used that familiarity as the finest cover in the world, because no one looks closely at what has always been there. I stood in the center of that warehouse for a long time, alone, the flashlight cutting a single pale circle in the dark, and

POV: FelixDr. Voss agreed to meet me at seven in the morning. Not at his home, I hadn't asked for that and he hadn't offered it, understanding without discussion that what we were about to talk about required a location that belonged to neither of us, a neutral space with no history attached to it. We met at a coffee shop on the western side of the city, the kind of place that opened early for the people who needed somewhere to be before the world caught up with them. He was already there when I arrived, sitting at a corner table with a cup of something untouched in front of him.He has that look on his face, the look of a man who had rehearsed this conversation many times over six years and was now discovering that rehearsal had not adequately prepared him for the reality of it. He was in his late sixties, slight, with the precise hands of someone who had spent a career doing careful things with them. He looked at me when I sat down with an expression that contained equal parts re

POV: FelixMarco and his team recovered the new compound accelerant that just ordered. We kept Strack close so he could keep communicating with Martin and get all the necessary information on where and how to deliver the new shipment. We would use that information to track down Martin and save Selina and her friend Amaya. The laboratory was not what I expected. I had imagined something clinical, the sterile, deliberate workspace of a man who approached chemistry with the same detachment he brought to everything else. What we found instead was organized chaos, the accumulated evidence of a mind that worked in layers, with equipment stacked on equipment and notes covering surfaces in a handwriting so small it required close reading to parse. It was the workspace of someone genuinely in love with the work, which was perhaps the most disturbing thing about Emil Strack, that he brought real passion to the applications he had chosen for his intelligence.The compound was on the thir

POV: Felix I called Dante from the car when I noticed a signal that gave been off all this while. I thought he was probably blocking every signal around her, I even thought he may have found it and probably got rid of it before he took off with her.But no...It came up just now and I couldn’t be more surprised. This doesn’t just mean that we are close, it means that Martin is on the run, and desperately trying to put more distance between us. He is desperate now, and he’s getting sloppy, beginning to make mistakes that might be the end of him pretty soon.“Dante!Check your device, Selinas tracker, did you notice the signal?” I asked him, but he looks confused because he obviously wasn’t paying attention to that direction, nobody was actually. “Check sll her device and his as eell. He’s getting sloppy, he’s bound to make a mistake pretty soon. Check her current status.” I demanded. He tapped on his keyboard relentlessly before looking up at me.“Last confirmed signal was four hours

POV: Selina"Where did they end up?" I asked her. The kettle began to boil. Dara looked at it for a moment, then back at me, and the calculation in her expression was almost identical to the one I had seen cross Martin's face on the plane.That same brief, visible arithmetic. How much truth, how much was useful. The difference was that Dara's arithmetic resolved differently. She reached over and turned the kettle off."You should ask Martin that question," she said quietly. "And you should watch his face very carefully when you do." She added, like an afterthought. She set both cups back in the cabinet and walked out of the kitchen without her tea, and I stood in the silence she left behind with the cold knowledge settling into me that I had made a terrible mistakeNot by leaving Felix, but by assuming that leaving Felix meant I was safe. I had run from one man's prison, and I felt I had run directly into another's.And this one had no gilded cage to show me. This one had offered me s