Fool Me Once のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Cassie’s POVI didn't sleep, not even a blink.Celine's words rang in my head like a curse I couldn't shake: "Not until you pay for Nathan… and the others."What others?Jeffery stirred beside me, his hand grazing my thigh in sleep, heavy and warm. I stared at the ceiling, my heart hammering.He'd told me everything - or so I thought.Nathan was dead and Edward had covered it up. But the way Celine had said it… like Nathan was only chapter one.And there were still more pages."Jeffery," I whispered.He didn't move."Jeffery," I said louder, shaking his arm.He groaned, turning slightly. "Cass... baby... what time is it?"I sat up, arms crossed. "What did she mean by the others?"That woke him.Jeffery blinked, then propped himself on one elbow. The confusion in his eyes slowly shifted to dread."Cass…"I wasn't in the mood for gentle."No deflections. No more shielding me from the ugly truth," I snapped. "You told me everything, remember? So what did she mean?"He ran a hand over his

Cassie’s POVThe tension between us was the most audible thing in the room.Jeffery's eyes had never left the printout in his hands, his jaw clenched like granite. The soft hiss of paper advancing was deafening. I stood on the opposite side of the room, my arms crossed, my heart pounding loud enough to ricochet off the walls of glass surrounding us.He looked up at last, and the flicker in his gaze told me everything: he'd seen something he didn't expect to see."What is it?" I asked, moving closer.He paused and then slid the paper across the desk."My father… he paid them off,"My stomach churned.The document was a list of wire transfers: large sums of money transferred to various overseas accounts. Each name was assigned a tag: "Settlement– Paris operation." There were at least six of these. And one of them…. Had Nathan Kent's name beside it.I swallowed hard. "So Celine was right?""She was… but not completely." Jeffery rubbed his temples. "Nathan's death was an accident, but my

Cassie’s POVThe news highlights broke just after 6:00 a.m.BREAKING: Richards Empire Implodes in Scandal – Internal Corruption, Offshore Coverups, and Executive Fraud Allegations Rock R.R. Conglomerate.I blinked at the glowing screen on my phone, the coffee in my hand trembling. The words were blurry, unreal. But they were everywhere -CNN, BBC, even tabloids that usually cared more about celebrity breakups than billion-dollar scandals.Jeffery hadn't called. He hadn't even texted.I slid out of bed in a daze, the early sunlight casting sharp lines through the curtains of the penthouse we now shared. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. This wasn't just a story anymore; this was our lives being pulled apart by invisible hands and broadcast for the world to devour.When I entered the kitchen, Jeffery was already there. He looked like hell - his shirt half-buttoned, dark circles beneath his eyes, hair mussed from hours of pulling at it.He didn't look up."You saw it," I said

Jeffery’s POVThe night air bit into my skin, sharp and cold, but that was nothing to the ache inside my chest. And so I waited, hiding in the darkened angles of the old garden – the one place where we came when we needed a reprieve from the corporate wars and the weight of family responsibilities.I hadn't seen her in days.Not since the scandal exploded across headlines like a grenade. RICHARDS' HEIR ACCUSED IN CORPORATE COVER-UP. JONES IMPLICATED IN OFFSHORE PAYOUTS.Bullshit. All of it.But the truth no longer mattered in a world hooked on spectacle.When she finally emerged from the trees, I held my breath. Her coat was wrapped closely around her curvy frame, her head down, and her hair hidden beneath a scarf. She was nothing but a shadow as she moved through the darkness, but she was the only thing I saw.Cassie"I stepped out. "You came."Her eyes met mine. Glassy, guarded. "You said it was safe.""I made sure."She hesitated before closing the final distance between us, stoppi

Cassie’s POVThe flashing cameras were already painfully bright when I exited the car, my heels tapping against the smooth granite steps of the Richmond Hotel, where the press conference would be held. Jeffery walked alongside me, his fingers resting lightly against mine, a serious but inscrutable expression etched onto his features. He wore strength like a shield, his sharply tailored suit draped over broad shoulders, his jaw clenched. But I recognized the turbulent energy simmering just below the surface.Today would be either our redemption or our destruction.Inside, the room was electric with anticipation - a room full of journalists, shareholders, and board members chatting expectantly. Jeffery decided to have this press conference not only to clear himself of Celine's accusations but to lay her campaign to rest once and for all. The transcription of evidence from the sealed journal of Edward, the testimonial of Miguel Alvarez, and the electronic proof of manipulation, bribery,