All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Right: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The knock was too soft to be urgent, too calculated to be casual.Reid Hartwell barely glanced up from the whiskey bottle in his hand. He’d spent the last hour doing absolutely nothing but scrolling through his phone, and ignoring every headline that had Luca Virelli’s name tagged beside Asher’s.He didn’t need to look. He could feel it. The storm that had hit the internet when the former CEO and his infamous security handler finally made their debut as lovers. Twitter was a battleground. Instagram was a shrine. The world loved the scandal.But Reid?Reid was suffocating in it.The knock came again. A pause. Then the faint slide of something pushed beneath his door.He set the bottle down, slowly stood, and approached. For a moment, he hesitated, then picked up the thin black envelope. His name was printed across the front in that cold, serif font. There was no return address.He opened it.Inside were photographs. Not digital. Not emailed. Physical. Thick, glossy prints that curled e

Dominic was watching him closely.“You think I don’t know what this feels like?” he asked softly. “To be the one left behind? The one who stood in the rubble while someone else got to walk away with the fairytale?”Reid looked at him then, truly looked, and saw not just a manipulator, but a man who had once tasted that same bitterness. The ache of being almost loved.“I don’t want to hurt him,” Reid repeated, though the words didn’t hold as firm as before.Dominic didn’t smirk this time. He simply walked back over and poured them both a drink.“Then don’t,” he said, handing Reid a glass. “Just help me tip the scale.”Reid didn’t drink. He held the glass between both hands and sat down at the long table.“I still dream about him,” he admitted quietly. “About when we were deployed together. The nights we talked about the future. About who we could be after the war. I thought…”Dominic tilted his head. “You thought he’d wait for you.”Reid nodded once.“I thought I’d have a chance,” he m

“Who is it?” Luca asked, sipping his coffee.“Not sure,” Asher muttered, wiping his hands and answering on instinct. “Hello?”The voice on the other end was clipped, direct. British.“This is Maya Sullivan from the Times Global Desk. We’re reaching out for a comment on the leak regarding Wolf Guard’s security contracts in the Middle East...”Asher stiffened.“...the file was uploaded to a watchdog forum this morning. Our editors want to confirm if the allegations about falsified clearances and flawed surveillance equipment under your leadership are accurate. We’re publishing in three hours.”“What...?” Asher’s voice broke off. “No. That’s not… that’s not real.”“We’d appreciate a statement before we go live.”He hung up.Luca set his mug down slowly. “What was that?”Asher didn’t answer right away. He walked over to the dining table, grabbed his laptop, and started typing.He found it within minutes.A red banner headline:BREAKING: “Wolf Guard Security Under Fire, Internal Documents

The Virelli Estate sat under a pale gray sky, its sharp angles and manicured perfection feeling colder than ever as Luca stepped out of his car.He didn’t wait for an escort. The guards opened the door the moment they saw his face, stone carved, unreadable, and quickly looked away.This time, Luca wasn’t here as a son.He was here as a CEO demanding answers.The door to Paolo’s study swung open without a knock. His father looked up from behind his desk, frown immediately tugging at his mouth.“You’ve stopped knocking,” Paolo said dryly, folding the newspaper in half. “Should I assume this is another outburst about your... personal affairs?”“No,” Luca said, voice low and razor sharp. “This is about corporate sabotage.”Paolo raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”“You leaked classified contracts from Wolf Guard,” Luca accused, walking forward and placing a folder on the desk, his assistant's data, detailed and timestamped. “The access point came from inside the Virelli Group firewall. Three days

Paolo stood, slow and deliberate, walking to the wide window overlooking the estate gardens.Outside, birds fluttered across the hedges. Guards shifted at their posts. From a distance, everything looked peaceful.But this wasn’t peace. It was a war that had crawled its way inside the family name. Into their legacy.Into his son’s life.A son he still didn’t understand… but one he would not allow to be destroyed.Not like this.His lips parted as if to say something aloud, a name, maybe a curse, but no sound came out. Instead, he walked back to his desk, opened the drawer, and carefully folded the document again, sliding it beneath a hidden compartment.He didn’t speak.He didn’t make a call.He didn’t warn anyone.Because now, he needed to know why.What did Reid want?And what else had the boy touched?As Paolo leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in thought, the storm that had been slowly brewing in his chest hardened into something colder.It was no longer about Luca bei