Lahat ng Kabanata ng RIGHTFULLY MINE : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

OWEN'S POV I didn’t waste another second after telling Zoe to get ready. We left the office together, Chloe sandwiched between two of the security guards until we reached the car waiting out front. I gestured toward the passenger seat.“Up front,” I ordered.Chloe opened her mouth to object but I silenced her with a look. She sat stiffly beside the driver. Zoe and I took the back.I took out my phone as the door closed. “Detective Blake, someone hacked into my account last night and has been stealing money from it. I can't give you the full details right now. But Chloe claims she knows who and can take us to him now. So I'll need your help.”Blake’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Do you trust her words?”I met Chloe's eyes in the mirror. “Not really. But I need to check it out.”Blake paused for a second. “Alright then. Text me the route. We’ll follow in a separate car. And don’t let Chloe out of your sight.”“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I muttered, ending the call.I leaned forward

ZOE'S POV Owen sat beside me, staring out the window. He hadn’t said a word since he told Chloe, “Your only chance now will be if my money is recovered.”I kept catching a glimpse of Chloe in the mirror. I almost pitied her. She hadn’t cared much about Nick before he died but now that he was gone, and the only person who could’ve led the police to the stolen funds was dead, the panic on her face made sense.She told the driver where to stop for her to get off. She whispered a thanks before getting out.We drove off and for a moment, the only sounds we could hear was that of the engine and traffic.I turned to Owen. “You shouldn’t let this get to you. The money will be recovered.”He gave a faint, humorless laugh. “It’s not the money, Zoe. I will get it back somehow.” He breathed out and leaned back. “It’s that it even happened. Chloe walked into my house like it was child's play. Nick managed to hack through my accounts. I didn’t see any of it coming. That’s what bothers me — how ca

ZOE'S POV Austin called right after Owen left. I was looking at the phone vibrating. I still heard Owen's teasing voice. And I wasn’t ready to hear another voice, especially not Austin’s. But I picked up, knowing I had to. “Hi Austin,” I said softly. “Hey,” he replied, his tone calm and smooth. “You’re at work?” “Yes.” “That’s good” he said. “I was calling about Jamie. I’ll be picking him up from school today.” That made me pause. “From school?” “Yeah,” Austin said easily. “Thought it’d save you the trip. I’ll pick him up directly, spend the afternoon with him. You can drop off his things at my place after work.” That wasn’t how it usually went. “Why the change? You used to pick him up from my place.” I asked casually. “I know. I've got a few things planned for the weekend” he said smoothly. “Just trying to spend more time with him.” I hesitated. “Alright,” I said finally. “I’ll bring his things over after work.” “Perfect.” His voice softened slightly. “By the way, he'

ZOE'S POVI sat up and whispered. “Who could that be?”Another knock. Louder this time.I slipped out beside Owen quietly, throw on a robe and walked out of the room.The air changed when I opened the door.“Austin?”He stood there looking tense. “I’ve been calling you all night” he said flatly. “Why haven’t you been picking my calls?”My heart raced. “What? My phone…” I looked at my purse on the couch. “I think I had my phone on silent. What’s wrong? Is Jamie okay?”Austin looked calmer. “Yeah, he’s okay. But I need to drop him now. My flight leaves soon.”“Now?” I asked, still surprised. “Why didn’t you call before coming?”“I did call” he said sharply, sounding irritated. “Several times. It kept going to voicemail.”I blinked, confused. “Where’s Jamie?”“In the car” Austin said, rubbing his neck. “He’s still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him up.”We were quiet for a moment. The chilly morning air was coming in through the door, we felt more awkward.Owen broke the silence.“Who’

AUSTIN’S POV Owen Pratt’s scandal was everywhere, headlines, talk shows, finance blogs, even a gossip segment that barely understood who he was, but was happy to call him “Sydney’s fallen saint.”I sipped my coffee and smiled faintly. Funny how one picture could do this much damage.I never thought my quiet wedding to a woman acting as someone else could ever be useful, but here we are.I looked at the image, Chloe looking exactly like Zoe, beside me, her hand on my chest. Even the caption couldn't tell them apart. “Mrs. Zoe Packer-Austin and her husband.”I let out a short laugh. Maybe I should have thought of this when Zoe was asking for wedding pictures then, I should have shown her this one. But she would’ve notice the slight differences and see through the lie. Now, that same lie has become my best strategy.And the best part? Zoe and Owen never saw it coming.I set my phone down and leaned back. What did Owen call himself again? A man of integrity. A symbol of class. Well, eve