All Chapters of Mistaken Identity : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Asher’s POV She looked at him then, really looked. For the first time since they’d met that evening, her eyes softened, just a fraction. “End it,” she echoed, almost like she was testing the words on her tongue. “Do you really think that’s possible?”“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “And not just for you, for Kael too.”That got her. He saw it. The smallest flicker in her expression, vulnerability, maybe hope. Her arms dropped slowly to her sides as her breath caught in her throat.“No child should grow up like that,” Asher added gently. “Always looking over their shoulder. Always afraid.”Laurel blinked quickly, like she was trying to hold something in. “He’s… smart,” she whispered. “Too smart for his age. He shouldn’t know the things he knows. Shouldn’t be the one reminding me to double lock doors, to keep moving. That’s not the life I wanted for him.”“And it doesn’t have to be anymore,” Asher said. “Callaghan can help make sure of that. But only if you let him in.”A long s

Asher’s POV “She’s brave,” Avery said quietly, her voice barely rising above the whisper of the night breeze drifting in through the half-open window. Her fingers brushed along the edge of a folded blanket resting at the foot of the bed, tracing the soft fabric as if the motion itself grounded her thoughts. “I’m talking about Laurel.” She whispered.Asher knew who she was referring to, even without being told. The name hung between them, heavy with meaning.Asher leaned back against the headboard, his expression thoughtful. “She is,” he said after a pause. “Smart, too. She knew what she was up against and still found a way to fight back. Keeping all that evidence… that couldn’t have been easy. She risked everything just to make sure it got out.” He said.Avery’s gaze dropped to her lap. The dim light from the bedside lamp softened the edges of her face, catching the faint shimmer in her eyes. “She protected her son,” she murmured. “I understand that.”There was something in the way

Laurel’s POV“There was a group,” Laurel said quietly, her voice hoarse from hours of questioning. “They called themselves The Grove. Sounded harmless, like a gardening club or some local charity.” She gave a small, bitter laugh. “But they weren’t planting trees. They were laundering money, moving funds through shell companies, fake accounts, small businesses that didn’t even exist. On paper, it all looked legitimate.”Detective Callaghan leaned back slightly, pen poised above his notepad. “And you were involved?” he asked.“No, I wasn’t… not directly. I worked for someone who was,” Laurel replied quietly, her voice carrying the weight of memory. “At Vorenth Holdings. I was an assistant in the finance division back then. Handling scheduling, payments, invoices. I thought I was just doing my job.”Her hands trembled as she spoke, the faint rustle of her cuff brushing against the table as she clasped them together tightly in her lap. Laurel could still picture the glossy office floors

Laurel’s POV She ran a hand over her face, feeling the weight of it all settle in her chest again. “Every time I close my eyes, I still see that fire. The way the smoke swallowed the sky. And that ring, gleaming in the dark like it was mocking me.” She mumbled in a shaky voice.Callaghan was silent for a moment, then said quietly, “You said the files they burned could’ve proved who was really behind the transfers. Do you remember what was in them?”Laurel shook her head, her eyes unfocused as she tried to recall. “Not exactly. But I know one of the files mentioned offshore accounts and a project labeled ‘V-14.’ I never found out what that meant. But I think… I think that’s why they wanted me gone. Because I was starting to piece it together.”The detective jotted down the note and looked up again. “We’ll find out what ‘V-14’ means. You did good, Laurel. Really good.”Callaghan exhaled slowly. There was a brief silence where she felt that everything she was saying was perhaps too much

Asher’s POV Philip chuckled lowly. “Idealism. How charming. Tell me, does that keep you warm at night, now that your company’s in ruins and your reputation’s barely scraping by?”Asher’s teeth clenched. “I rebuilt. From the ashes you left me in. And Laurel, ” He caught himself, too late.Philip’s eyes sharpened instantly, catching the slip. “Ah,” he said slowly, his tone almost delighted. “So the girl survived, after all.”Asher said nothing, but his silence was enough.Philip laughed softly, shaking his head. “Fascinating. I had heard… other things.”Asher’s heart pounded, fury laced with disgust. “You heard wrong.”“I see.” Philip’s tone turned almost curious. “And where might our dear Laurel be these days? Still hiding behind your protection, pretending she’s a ghost?”Asher didn’t flinch. “She’s alive because she outsmarted you. And that’s something you’ll never forgive, is it?”Philip’s jaw twitched, the first real crack in his polished exterior. “She should have stayed gone,” h