All Chapters of The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

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