All Chapters of The Billionaire's Dirty Secrets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51 Calla’s POV Jade didn’t ask. She just came into the room, crawled onto the bed beside me, and pulled me into a hug so tight it squeezed a fresh wave of tears from a well I thought had run dry. She didn’t say a word about Ronan, or contracts, or tests. She just held me while I cried silent, shuddering sobs into her shoulder. When the storm passed, she pulled back, her own eyes red-rimmed. “Okay,” she said, her voice thick but firm. “Enough of this room. It smells like sadness and expensive air freshener. We’re going out.” “I can’t face anyone,” I mumbled, wiping my face. “Not people. Pancakes. The kind that come with your body weight in syrup and a side of regret. My treat.” She managed a wobbly smile. “I just got a huge advance on a freelance project. We’re celebrating my imminent success and your… well, we’re celebrating something.” The normalcy of it was a lifeline. An escape from the suffocating atmosphere of the house, from Ronan’s silent, watchful presence that I

CHAPTER 53Calla’s POVFor six days, the world narrowed to lines of code and the quiet hum of the bunker’s servers. Finn, a man of few words and infinite patience, became my sensei. He didn't treat me like a novice or a charity case. He treated me like an asset—a sharp, quick-to-learn asset he was prepping for a high-stakes mission.We lived in simulation. He built a perfect digital replica of the Meridian Trust’s vault architecture. My task was simple in theory: navigate to the core ledger, bypass three layers of dynamic encryption using passcodes from Elira’s data, and deploy the “Phoenix” worm—a elegant, vicious piece of code that would replicate through the system, corrupting financial records with undetectable errors.In practice, it was a labyrinth. Firewalls regenerated. Fake nodes tried to lure me. Timers counted down with heart-stopping speed.“You’re thinking like a person,” Finn said on the third day, watching me struggle. “Think like the system. It’s not trying to trick yo

CHAPTER 55Calla’s POVElira’s name in the quiet room was a detonation.The shock of the failed op, the guilt over Wraith, the terrifying near-confession I’d almost uttered—all of it was blasted aside by a white-hot nova of rage.Ronan’s expression hardened into something lethal. He touched his earpiece. “Is she alone?”“Appears to be,” Beck’s voice was tinny through the comms. “No visible escort. She looks… disheveled.”“Let her in,” Ronan said, his voice devoid of all emotion. “Escort her to the drawing room. Search her. Then wait outside.”He looked at me. “You don’t have to see her.”“Are you kidding?” The words came out sharp, edged with a fury that felt good, felt clean after the sickening helplessness of the bunker. “After what she just cost us? I want to look her in the eye.”He didn’t argue. He just gave a curt nod, a general readying his soldier for battle. Together, we walked down the hall, not touching, but united by a new, cold purpose.Elira stood in the center of the fo

CHAPTER 57Ronan’s POVThe hospital corridor was a tunnel of sterile white and humming silence. I leaned against the wall outside her room, the cold plaster doing nothing to douse the firestorm in my head.My child.The words were a foreign, devastating country. For a few brief, horrifying minutes in the kitchen, I’d thought I was losing her. The blood, her pain—it had been a preview of a hell I couldn’t survive. Then Dr. Vance’s words had redefined the nightmare. It wasn’t just Calla at risk.Our child.A life I hadn’t even known existed, conceived in the fragile peace we’d built between battles, now hanging by a thread in a war I had dragged it into.And she had known. She had hidden it. She had lied with such convincing, fragile panic over those tests.The fury was a white-hot ingot in my chest. It was clean, righteous, directed at her deception. It was easier than the other, more complicated terror.But as I stood in the silent hall, the icy water of logic began to drip onto that

CHAPTER 59Ronan’s POVMy study was no longer a room; it was the command nexus of a war. The blue light from the laptop screens felt surgical, illuminating the evidence I was about to use as a scalpel to dissect an empire. Beck stood beside me, a solid, silent presence, but the final decisions, the weight of this, were mine alone.“The financials are the hammer,” Beck said, pointing at the transaction chains on one screen. “But the media narrative is the anvil. We drop it all at once—the payment to Jade, the shell corporation trail, the poison report—and we flatten them.”I didn’t look away from the screen. “No.” The word came out flat, final. “Flattening is too quick. I don’t want them flattened. I want them excavated. I want the world to see the rot in their foundations, layer by filthy layer.”My finger tapped a key, pulling up a different file. It wasn’t about money. It was about blood. A blueprint of my own mansion filled the screen, a specific wing highlighted in cold red. “The