Semua Bab His Accidental Mrs : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Morning came grey and restless. The salt air tangled in my hair as I stood at the kitchen window, staring out at the curve of the empty road that led down to the sea. Eliana’s voice drifted down the hall ,she was dressing the twins, promising them pancakes and stories about hidden pirate treasure in the cove nearby.If they noticed the tension wrapped around my shoulders, they didn’t say.Good. They were children — their only job was to be children. I’d do the rest.Vanessa’s second call came just after sunrise.“She’s ready,” she said. “Tara’s packed what little she has. I have her at a safe motel two hours outside the city.”“Anyone see you move her?”“No tails. No chatter. But Eliora’s dogs are sniffing. We have to get her out today.”I rubbed my temple, scanning the hallway to be sure no small ears were listening.“Bring her to the safe house. I’ll handle the rest.”“You sure?” Vanessa asked. “If they track her to you……”“They won’t,” I cut in. “Not this time. And even if they do…

I heard the car before I saw it. Tires on gravel, the quiet hush of an engine easing to a stop at the edge of the circular drive.Inside the house, Micah and Zaya pressed their faces to the window. They didn’t really understand what was about to change — not fully. They just knew another child was coming, another name to learn, another tiny body to share toys and stories with.Eliana stood behind them, one hand on Micah’s shoulder, the other tracing circles on Zaya’s back. When I looked at her, she met my eyes over their heads, and for a heartbeat, we didn’t have to speak the words aloud.We’re ready.Or at least, we had to be.I stepped out onto the front steps as the back door of the car opened. Tara climbed out first, her hair pulled back in a tight braid, her eyes rimmed in fatigue that no sleep would cure.Behind her, Lucian.Small. Too small for what he’d carried on those narrow shoulders.He clutched a faded green backpack so tight to his chest that his knuckles whitened. His e

I didn’t sleep the night they took Amelia away.After the officers shut the door behind her, the office lights felt too bright, too sterile. The hum of the city outside the penthouse glass sounded like a distant storm,moving closer, then pulling away again like it couldn’t decide whether to break or pass us by.Eliana didn’t come to bed either. She stayed in the nursery with the children,Lucian on the floor beside Zaya’s crib, Micah’s tiny arm draped across his chest like a claim of brotherhood he didn’t need words to announce.When dawn came, I brewed coffee I didn’t drink and stared at the file Consuelo had left on my desk: a dossier thick with bank statements, old memos, recordings. Every page bled the same name:Rafael Vaughan.Amelia’s betrayal was never about power for herself — it was about securing Rafael’s plan. All those years she spent whispering our moves into shadows, she was feeding him the rope he needed to strangle what my father built — what I rebuilt with Eliana’s st

I didn’t sleep.Not really.I lay there between the twins’ soft breathing and Lucian’s restless turning, my eyes pinned to the ceiling while Eliana’s heartbeat whispered against my ribs.Every few minutes, my phone would light up with some new update from Consuelo — bank accounts frozen, Rafael transferred to federal custody, Amelia’s full confession leaked to the press. The Vaughan name was a bonfire now, smoke drifting through every courtroom that had once worshipped our crest.But the only threat that still mattered wasn’t in a cell or a file.She was out there.And she wasn’t done.At dawn, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lucian curled against my side like a stray that had found a place warm enough to trust for a night.I found Vanessa waiting in the kitchen, half asleep, phone in one hand, mug in the other.“She’s gone quiet,” she said before I could ask.“Too quiet?”Vanessa nodded. “Our people tracked her to a private dock in Lisbon yesterday. Then the trail just—” sh

There are mornings that feel like mercy.I thought this might be one of them.I was wrong.When the sun rose after the river, I stood in the nursery doorway and watched my children breathe.Lucian clutched his blanket tight under his chin, face soft, peaceful for the first time in weeks. Micah had crawled into Zaya’s bed sometime before dawn, his feet tucked under her blanket like roots finding soil.Eliana stood by the window, forehead pressed to the glass, watching the city wake up.She didn’t turn when I came up behind her.“Do you believe she’s gone?” she asked.“No.”She nodded once — no surprise, no disappointment, just quiet understanding.“She’ll haunt you longer than she ever haunted me,” Eliana said softly. “Isn’t that strange?”I touched her shoulder. “She didn’t haunt you, Eliana. She hunted you.”She leaned back just enough that her head rested against my chest. I held her like that for a long time.The sun crawled higher.Micah stirred in Zaya’s bed and Lucian rolled ont