All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Knoxx's Point of ViewMorrison's office is crowded when Caroline and I arrive. Three other detectives stand around his desk, all looking at a computer screen with grim expressions."What did you find?" I ask immediately.Morrison turns the screen toward us. "The bail money came from a shell company called Legacy Holdings. It took our financial crimes unit six hours to trace through twelve different corporate layers.""And?" Caroline's voice is tight with tension."The ultimate owner of Legacy Holdings is registered in the Cayman Islands. But we managed to get bank records through international cooperation." He clicks to another screen. "The account holder's name is Charles Wayne."The room goes silent."That's impossible," I say finally. "My father is dead. He died seven years ago.""That's what we thought too." Morrison pulls up another document. "But we checked with the hospital where he supposedly died. There's no death certificate on file. And the cremation records? Forged."Carol

Knoxx's Point of ViewThe conference room at Wayne Enterprises feels different knowing my father might be watching somehow. Morrison's team has swept for bugs three times, but I still feel exposed sitting here with Caroline, Adrian, and my father's ghost hanging over us.Adrian sits across the table, looking uncomfortable in the suit someone bought him after his release. He hasn't tried to sit near Caroline, and I appreciate that small mercy."Thank you for agreeing to meet," Morrison says, setting up a laptop at the head of the table. "We have a lot to discuss.""My father is alive," I say bluntly. "Let's start there."Adrian's face shows he already knew this. "The person who bailed me out.""Yes. And he's been manipulating events for months, maybe years." Morrison pulls up files on his laptop. "We've tracked his movements through Europe. Multiple identities, shell companies, offshore accounts. He's been building an empire in the shadows.""What does he want?" Caroline asks."Control

Knoxx's Point of ViewThe emergency board meeting starts at eight AM. Every member of Wayne Enterprises' board sits around the long conference table, looking confused and worried. They don't know why I called this meeting with only forty-eight hours notice."Thank you all for coming on short notice," I begin, standing at the head of the table. "I have important news about the company's future."Board member Harrison Chen speaks first. "Knoxx, we've heard rumors about your father being alive. Is it true?""Yes. Charles Wayne faked his death seven years ago. He's been living in Europe under a false identity."The room erupts in shocked murmurs. Margaret Sullivan, the oldest board member, raises her hand for silence. "Why would he do that?""To avoid prosecution for various crimes. And now he's trying to take back control of Wayne Enterprises through a hostile takeover."I explain everything—the share transfer from Adrian, the manipulation, the threats against my family. By the time I fi

Adrian's Point of ViewThe wine cellar is cold and dark. My hands are tied behind my back, rope cutting into my wrists. I've been down here for hours, maybe longer. It's hard to tell time in complete darkness.The door at the top of the stairs opens. Light floods down, making me squint."Adrian." Charles Wayne's voice echoes off stone walls. "We have guests. Your brother and his wife came to rescue you. Isn't that touching?"He descends the stairs, gun in one hand. Behind him, I see Knoxx and Caroline being pushed down by someone I don't recognize—one of Charles's hired men, probably."Let them go," I say immediately. "This is between you and me.""How noble. But no, this involves all of us now." Charles gestures for his man to tie up Knoxx and Caroline. "The whole family together for one last reunion.""You said you were dying," Knoxx says as the man binds his hands. "Was that a lie too?""Oh, the cancer is real. I have maybe six months." Charles sits on a wine barrel, completely rel

Knoxx's Point of ViewThe courthouse is packed. Charles Wayne's arraignment has attracted media from around the world. Cameras line the street outside, reporters shouting questions at anyone who enters or exits.I sit in the front row with Caroline on one side and Adrian on the other. My half-brother looks uncomfortable in his suit, but he showed up. That matters.Charles is led in wearing an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs. He's lost weight in the two weeks since his arrest. The cancer is probably progressing quickly.He sees us and smiles. That cold, calculating smile I remember from childhood."All rise," the bailiff calls. "The Honorable Judge Patricia Martinez presiding."Judge Martinez is in her sixties, with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression. She sits and reviews her paperwork before looking at Charles."Mr. Wayne, you're charged with fourteen counts including murder conspiracy, attempted murder, fraud, and racketeering. How do you plead?"Charles's lawyer stands. "Your Hon