Semua Bab The Alpha's Castaway Mate: Mummy, Is He Our Daddy?: Bab 131 - Bab 140

~Ruby's POV~By morning, I had packed our bags, and before the sun had fully risen, we were already on our way to the airport. Roman had been quiet when we left—he hadn’t argued, hadn’t fought me on it. But I could feel his disapproval like a heavy weight pressing against me.The kids were excited about the trip, chatting nonstop on the plane, but I could tell they were trying to ignore the deeper reason behind our sudden departure.Hours later, we landed in Howling Heights.As we stepped out of the plane, the fresh air hit me like a comforting embrace, carrying the familiar scent of pine and earth. It had been too long since I’d been back.A sleek, black, and unfamiliar car was parked just ahead.“Mum, did you book a cab?” Little Ruby asked, tugging on my sleeve.“Yeah,” I replied, glancing at my phone. “But it’s still two minutes away.”Before I could question anything further, the car door opened, and a tall, blonde-haired man stepped out.For a moment, my breath caught in my thro

~Ruby's POV~Helen sat facing me with her arms crossed, her face giving away nothing. "So, what should we do now?” she asked.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. “We’re going to reject the contract.”Helen’s brows shot up. “We are?” she asked in confusion. “But it’s too late for that already. The agreement is practically sealed.”“It’s still my choice,” I said firmly. “I don’t have to go through with it.”Helen shook her head, clearly unimpressed. “Come on, Ruby. I don’t buy this whole rejecting-the-contract thing.”I scoffed. “Can’t you see? He had this all planned, Helen.”Helen gave me a sceptical look. “We can’t be sure of that. And I definitely didn’t know it was his company when I accepted. Think about it—you’re going to lose a lot of clients if you let personal feelings interfere with business. And it’s perfect to get new clients.”I frowned, thinking it over. Helen had a point. My company had built a reputation for professionalism, and backing out now would send

~Roman's POV~A few minutes ago…I watched as Ruby walked away, the tension in her shoulders obvious even through the graceful sway of her gown. I had noticed her reactions during the conversation—how her polite smile faltered, how her eyes darkened every time Sarah touched me.I knew she hadn’t been enjoying a single second of it.Moments later, Helen excused herself, leaving me alone with Sarah. I turned to face her, my patience wearing thin.“What’s the meaning of all this, Sarah?” I asked, keeping my tone as calm as I could.Sarah raised a brow, feigning innocence. “The meaning of what?”I exhaled sharply. “You’re really going to play innocent now?”“Oh, come on, Roman.” She waved a manicured hand dismissively. “I was just telling the truth.”“The truth you chose to believe,” I countered, stepping closer.Sarah smirked. “You think so?”“I know so. And whatever game you’re playing, it’s obvious you’re trying to get on Ruby’s nerves.”“That’s definitely not what I was trying to do,”

~Ruby’s Pov~“Undoubtedly.”We laughed as I put my phone back in my purse and started to head back to the party. Just then, I looked up and saw Sarah heading toward the exit.Her heels made a sharp sound on the marble floor. The red dress fitted her figure perfectly, drawing attention, with a slit along her thigh that moved as she walked. She moved like a performer, aware that everyone was watching her. Even now, she acted as if she had an audience.She stopped a few feet away from me, turning slightly. A slow, honeyed smile curled her lips—practised, polished, and insincere.“I must say, Ruby,” she purred with a sweetness that felt more like poison, “I absolutely adore your work. The costumes, the venue’s design, even the choice of materials—it’s all exquisite. You have quite the talent.”I raised a brow, my expression neutral. “Thank you.”Sarah tilted her head slightly, studying me as if I were a painting she was debating whether or not to purchase. “You know, I have some powerful

~Damian’s POV~I held the phone to my ear, feeling frustrated as the dial tone kept ringing. When Ruby finally answered, her voice was calm and neutral."Good evening, Uncle Damien.""Good evening, Ruby," I said without wasting time on pleasantries. "Where are you?"There was a slight pause before she answered."Umm… I'm out of town presently."I clenched my jaw. So it was true."So you really left town without informing me?" My voice was firm, but I kept it measured."Informing you?" she countered, her tone shifting. "I wasn't aware I was supposed to report my whereabouts to you, Uncle Damien."I exhaled sharply. "Hmmmm."I knew how she was. Stubborn, just like her father."Moreover," she continued, "business held me down. I'll return soon, to make sure Aunt Jean's killer is found."Now, that was the part I wanted to hear."That is exactly why I'm calling," I said. "It seems we have a lead."Her voice perked up slightly. "Oh… really? That’s good."I nodded to myself. "We have intel t