All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Contract: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Riley's POVThe Sterling Princess begins moving away from the dock, taking my daughter with it. I lunge forward, but Brett catches my arm."The divers," he says urgently into his radio. "Move in now!""Negative," comes the crackling response. "Subject has armed guards posted at water level. Too risky with the child aboard."Amanda's voice booms across the water again: "Don't bother, Brett. I have Coast Guard clearance thanks to dear sterling connections. We'll be in international waters in thirty minutes."My phone rings. It’s Amanda, of course."This isn't over," I answer, fury making my voice shake."Oh, but it is," Amanda says sweetly. "You see, while you were playing rescue hero, my team wasn't just stealing money. They were planting evidence."Brett grabs the phone from me. "What evidence?""Financial records showing you've been embezzling from your own charity," Amanda explains. "Falsified documents indicating Riley's been your accomplice. By tomorrow morning, you'll both be wan

Riley's POVThe war room Brett sets up in his penthouse looks like something from a spy thriller laptops displaying financial transfers, phones connected to international banks, legal documents spread across every surface. It's been eight hours since Elena's ultimatum, and we're running out of time."The money's ready," Brett announces to the room full of lawyers, FBI agents, and financial experts. "One billion dollars, transferred to an account in the Cayman Islands as requested."Agent Patterson looks up from his phone. "We've identified Elena Cross's location. She's at a private airfield in New Jersey, scheduled to depart for Switzerland in three hours.""Switzerland doesn't have an extradition treaty for financial crimes," one of the lawyers notes grimly. "If she reaches Zurich, we'll never get her back."Brett's confession statement sits on the desk, signed and ready to be released to every major news outlet. Reading it makes me sick not because the crimes are false, but because

Riley's POVThe name Dmitri Volkov echos. Brett's face has gone completely white, and I can see his hands trembling as he stares at my phone."How do you know that name?" I demand, but the line has already gone dead.Brett sinks onto the couch, careful not to wake Lily. "Dmitri Volkov owns half the black market in Eastern Europe."My stomach drops. "What does that mean?""It means Amanda didn't just want revenge." Brett's voice is hollow. "She wanted to sell information about us to someone much worse."The room feels like it's spinning. "Sell information?""Volkov deals in corporate espionage, blackmail, identity theft." Brett runs his hands through his hair. "If Amanda made a deal with him about the Graham Foundation's financial records...""We need to call Patterson," I say, reaching for my phone again.Brett catches my hand. "Riley, Patterson can't help us with this. Volkov operates outside any government's reach.""So what are we supposed to do?" My voice cracks. "Just wait for hi

Riley's POVThe notification on Brett's phone glows ominously in the romantic lighting. I catch a glimpse of the sender's name before Brett quickly turns it face down."Who was that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light.Brett's jaw tightens. "Nobody important.""On our engagement night?" I step closer, the emerald on my finger catching the light. "Brett, what aren't you telling me?""Riley, please." He reaches for me, but I step back. "Tonight is about us.""And us includes honesty." I cross my arms. "Who is Jamson?"The color drains from Brett's face. Behind us, Lily's laughter echoes from inside where she's celebrating with Emma, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between her parents."How do you know that name?" Brett's voice drops to a dangerous whisper."Because I saw the message preview." My heart pounds. "Something about 'the truth coming out' and 'consequences.'"Brett runs his hands through his hair, the gesture so familiar it breaks my heart. "It's complicated."

Riley's POVThe Graham Foundation boardroom feels like a courtroom as twelve faces stare at Brett across the mahogany table. I sit beside him, ignoring the disapproving glances from board members who clearly think I don't belong here."The situation is untenable," announces Patricia Wells, the Red haired board chair. "Channel 7's exposé has already cost us three major donors."Brett's jaw tightens. "The allegations are false.""That may be," Patricia continues coldly, "but perception is reality in our business. We need you to step down temporarily while this investigation proceeds.""No." My voice cuts through the tension.Every head turns toward me as Patricia's eyes narrow dangerously. "Excuse me, Ms. Plia?"I stand slowly, feeling Brett's surprise beside me. "I said no. You're not removing him from the foundation he built.""And you are?" Board member Kim's tone drips condescension."I'm the woman who's spent the last eight months learning every aspect of this foundation's operatio