Semua Bab His Accidental Mrs : Bab 91 - Bab 100

I found Lucian curled up behind the velvet curtains in the nursery just after midnight. The house was so quiet I could hear the faint hum of the city below, the heartbeat of a world that didn’t know a small boy was hiding behind silk and moonlight.He flinched when I touched the fabric.“It’s just me,” I whispered.His eyes peered out — wide, startled, dark as polished coal. He didn’t speak. He hadn’t spoken much since he arrived here, clutching a battered stuffed bear with one ear torn off, refusing to let Adrian or me take it away.I knelt and drew the curtains back, letting the silver spill around us both. He was so small — too small to be carrying so much weight on shoulders barely strong enough to hold a backpack.“Did you have a nightmare?” I asked softly.He didn’t answer. Just stared past my shoulder, to the door, the hallway, the dark beyond.“You’re safe here, Lucian. No one can come in without us knowing.”His little hands clutched the bear tighter.I didn’t press him. I ju

The rain started before we left the courthouse. Soft at first , a gentle drizzle that misted the windows of the waiting car. By the time we pulled away from the press barricades, it had turned to a steady downpour, drumming against the roof like a heartbeat we couldn’t quiet.In the backseat, Tara sat with Lucian curled up beside her. He’d fallen asleep halfway through the slow crawl of traffic, his head in her lap, one small hand still tangled in the frayed ear of his stuffed bear. She didn’t stop stroking his hair, even when her own eyes blurred and her shoulders trembled with the leftover shock of it all.Adrian and I sat up front. He drove without speaking, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching for mine, like he needed the proof that we were still here — still breathing — still standing.But my mind wouldn’t rest. Every streetlight felt like an interrogation lamp. Every car behind us could be her. Eliora. A phantom, waiting for the next opening.I pressed my palm

I always knew this day would come , the day when the secrets I buried with my bones would crawl out, hungry to ruin us all if I didn’t speak first.I was never supposed to stand here , in a courtroom packed with strangers and reporters , my old legs shaking under the weight of so much truth.I didn’t belong to Adrian’s family. Never did. I belonged to the twins’ family. Eliana and Eliora — two faces, one shadow. I was the one who fed them, rocked them to sleep, wiped the blood from Eliora’s scraped knees and the tears from Eliana’s cheeks when she’d hide behind the kitchen door.I should have spoken years ago. But I didn’t. I was too afraid. Afraid of their father — God rest his soul — who threatened me more than once to stay silent if I ever breathed a word about the things I saw. Afraid of Eliora, even as a child, because there was a darkness in her I never understood.I clear my throat. The judge waits. Adrian watches me from across the room, his arm draped protectively around Eli

Morning broke cold, grey, and unwelcome. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the echo of Nanny Rose’s voice telling the court what we’d all hidden for years. I saw the betrayal etched on Amelia’s face when she realized her secrets were about to drag her under too.I sat at the kitchen counter, half-drunk coffee cold beside me, when Vanessa arrived. She looked like she hadn’t slept either. She tossed her bag onto the marble and opened her laptop without a word.“Any sign of Amelia?” I asked.Vanessa looked up. “She’s vanished. Left her apartment last night, turned off her phone. But she’s still using her old alias email. I’m tracking it.”“She won’t run far. She can’t afford to.”Vanessa clicked through tabs, the blue glow of the screen flickering over her sharp cheekbones. “She’s stupid enough to think she can cut a deal with Eliora or Rafael.”I leaned back, flexing my hand. A dull ache spread through my knuckles ,a leftover bruise from punching the wall last night.

When I got back to the estate, the sun was just beginning its slow crawl up the spine of the city. The house was asleep, or pretending to be. I could feel Eliana’s worry pressing through the walls, even from the driveway. It clung to the curtains, to the scent of her on my clothes.Consuelo’s call came before I’d even kicked off my shoes. “She’s in holding. She’s talking already.”“Of course she is,” I said, my voice rasping with exhaustion. “She never had the spine to face what she started.”“She gave up Rafael’s offshore account numbers,” Consuelo said. I could hear the pages flipping in her hands, the quiet thrill of victory under the cool lawyer’s tone. “And proof of the shell companies. She’s trying to trade it for a lighter sentence.”“She’ll get nothing.”“Oh, I know,” she said. “But we’ll take the evidence.”I shut the door to my study and sank into the chair, the leather cold against my back. All these years, I’d built walls against betrayal, thinking loyalty was forged in f