All Chapters of The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Daniel & Lucy (estate, Crestwell City) The silence in the penthouse was loud. Rain splattered lightly against the glass as Lucy closed the door to Nathaniel’s empty room. She lingered there, staring at the little dinosaur plush toy on the shelf, her nails biting into her palm. “Do you think he misses us?” she asked, her voice soft and hollow. Daniel, seated on the couch with his tie loose and his phone untouched beside him, didn’t look up. “It’s been two weeks.” “That’s not an answer.” Daniel rubbed his temples. “We made the right choice, Lucy. He’s safe in the UK. Far from all this.” “All what?” Her voice cracked, sharp now. “Far from his mother’s shadow? Or far from the mess we created?” He turned toward her, finally. “You want him here? In this circus?” “I want to stop pretending like we didn’t throw our own son into exile because we’re afraid o

The air in the executive boardroom was thick with hushed anticipation and the scent of expensive coffee. Jane sat at the massive, polished table, surrounded by faces that had, until recently, only existed in financial reports and organizational charts. Diego sat beside her, his presence a silent anchor, observing the room with an almost imperceptible intensity.Across the table sat Sylvia Vance, Head of Corporate Strategy. Her gaze, cool and sharp, was fixed on Jane. The quarterly projections presentation had just wrapped up, and the floor was open for discussion."Ms. stadlar," Sylvia began, her voice smooth but edged with a subtle challenge, "while your… re-entry… has been widely publicized, I must admit some confusion. Your role was initially described as an assistant to Mr. Orlov. Yet, you've been attending high-level strategy meetings, reviewing sensitive financial data, and your name has appeared on internal memos regarding future acquisitions." She paused, letting her words han

*******The alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. Jullie, dressed in a nondescript jacket she usually reserved for weekend errands, clutched her worn leather briefcase tighter. Beside her, Dante moved with a quiet alertness, his eyes scanning the shadows, his posture relaxed yet coiled."Are you sure about this guy, Dante?" Jullie murmured, keeping her voice low. "Meeting a disbarred accountant who might have cooked Daniel's books in a place like this…""He's spooked," Dante replied, his gaze flicking towards a flickering neon sign across the street. "Lost his license, did time. Thinks Daniel Orlov – Stadler – will come after him if he talks. Wouldn't meet anywhere public. He handled some of the early shell company transfers jullie identified. Might confirm the forgery."A figure detached itself from the wall deeper in the alley. Gaunt, with darting eyes and a nervous twitch. He shuffled towards them, glancing over his shoulder."You got the… incentive?" the man rasped, his voi

Back to Dante and JulieDante and Jullie stepped out of the taxi into the heart of Mexico City, the vibrant energy of the place a stark contrast to the grim task they were about to undertake. The air was filled with the sounds of street vendors, the scent of tacos al pastor, and the distant melody of a mariachi band. They walked toward a small, unassuming cafe, its faded awning a splash of red against the beige walls. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee and pastries hung in the air, a comforting aroma that did little to ease their nerves.An old man sat alone at a table in the back, his hands wrapped around a warm mug. His face was a roadmap of wrinkles, his eyes a weary blue. This was Hector, a retired firefighter who had been on the scene of the fire that had supposedly claimed Jane’s family. He looked up as they approached, a flicker of fear in his eyes.Jullie offered him a gentle smile. "Mr. Hector? Thank you for meeting us."He nodded, his voice a low, raspy whisper. "You're the

Jane stared at herself in the full-length mirror, her reflection a stranger in a silk dress and a carefully applied face of makeup. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the collar, a wave of nausea washing over her. She was about to go on live television, with the entire world watching, to announce her engagement to Diego Orlov. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm of fear and anticipation.Diego walked into the room, his eyes scanning her with a look of pure adoration. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his presence as powerful as ever. He walked over to her, his movements fluid and graceful, and placed a single red rose in her hands. "You're a beautiful stranger," he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "Are you ready?"She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "I don't know if I can do this, Diego. I'm terrified. What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong?"He took her hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "You wo