บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire, I'm No Longer Yours: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

(Ethan)I gazed out the cabin window as first light pierced the forest. The storm had finally passed, leaving everything dripping and fresh. James still slept on the worn couch between Nick and me, his face peaceful despite yesterday’s ordeal.“We should head back,” I whispered to Nick over James’s head. “Everyone must be worried sick.”Nick nodded, dark circles under his eyes evidence of our sleepless night. “I’ll call the driver to meet us at the access road. Signal’s back.”While Nick stepped outside to make calls, I gently shook James awake. “Time to go home, buddy.”“Already?” James rubbed his eyes, looking smaller than his years, wrapped in the cabin’s old blanket. “Is it still raining?”“No, storm’s passed.” I ruffled his hair, still damp from yesterday. “But we have a lot of worried people waiting to see you.”“Are they mad?”“They’re just relieved you’re safe.” I helped him pack his small backpack. “Though grandma might never let you out of her sight again.”The hike back was

(Ethan)I held Cara’s hand tightly as we followed Nick and Lila toward Fleur’s room, fear gripping us all despite Dr. Weiss’s excited tone.“What is it?” Lila demanded. “What’s happened?”Dr. Weiss pointed to the monitor displaying Fleur’s test results. “These inflammatory markers have decreased by over seventy percent in just twenty-four hours. It’s unprecedented with this protocol.”“Is that…good?” Nick asked hesitantly.“Good? It’s extraordinary.” Dr. Weiss smiled broadly. “Your daughter’s immune system has essentially reset itself. The disease markers are approaching normal ranges.”Lila nearly collapsed with relief. “So she’s going to be okay?”“Better than okay,” Dr. Weiss assured her. “If this trend continues, we’re looking at complete remission, possibly within days rather than months.”Nick embraced Lila. Through the doorway, I watched Fleur sleeping peacefully, unaware of the miracle happening within her tiny body.The good news spread quickly through our group. Alexander im

(Nick)I checked my watch as the last guests left Fleur’s birthday party. The day had been perfect—Lila smashing cake into her face, James playing the proud big brother, all tensions temporarily forgotten in celebration.“She’s finally asleep,” Lila said, collapsing next to me on the couch. “I thought she’d never crash after all that excitement.”“Sugar high,” I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Did you see her face when Alexander’s twins kicked against her hand? Like she’d discovered magic.”Lila snuggled against my shoulder. “I never thought we’d get here, Nick. A normal family moment without crisis.”My phone lit up on the coffee table. Unknown number.“Don’t answer it,” Lila murmured. “Not today.”But old habits die hard. I reached for it, expecting some business emergency. The message glowed against the dark screen:“Beautiful party. Fleur looks just like her mother when she sleeps. Thumb in mouth, left side of crib.”My blood turned to ice.“Nick?” Lila sat up, alarmed by whatever

(Nick)I paced our hotel suite, the walls closing in despite the spacious accommodations. After finding that photograph, we’d immediately packed essentials and relocated, not to another property we owned, but to an anonymous hotel under false names.“This room is secure,” Ramsay assured me, packing away his scanning equipment. “I’ve checked everything twice. No monitoring devices, and I’ve set up an isolated network connection.”“You’re sure they can’t track us here?” I asked, glancing at Lila, who sat rigidly on the sofa with Fleur.“Positive. Cash payment, no digital trail. As far as the world knows, you’re still at home.”Agent Carter finished her call in the corner, then joined us. “We’ve analyzed the devices from your apartment, and whoever’s behind this has both substantial resources and specialized knowledge.” She tapped her notebook. “The fingerprints we found on several devices belong to former intelligence operatives who now work private sector.”“Corporate espionage?” I sug

(Nick)The conference room fell silent at Jonathan’s revelation. My father-in-law—always composed, always in control—sat slumped in his chair, looking defeated.“Blackwood worked for you?” I demanded, advancing on him. “And you never thought to mention this until now?”“It was decades ago,” Jonathan said weakly. “Long before the kidnapping.”“How long did he work for you?” Agent Carter asked, recording every word.“Three years. From 1988 to 1991.” Jonathan rubbed his face. “He was ex-military, brilliant at security protocols. I hired him to protect my family during overseas expansion.”Lila approached her father, face pale. “When Ethan and I were taken, you told everyone it was random. A crime of opportunity.”“I believed that,” Jonathan insisted. “Blackwood had been gone for years by then.”“But you recognized his photography style immediately,” I pointed out. “That suggests ongoing familiarity with his work.”Jonathan looked away. “We…maintained certain business connections. Nothing