Todos os capítulos de Ex Wife to The Billionaire, Mother to His Twins Heir: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The Oslo City Hall was packed with 2,000 guests and broadcast to 100 million viewers worldwide. Hope wheeled Ava onto the stage, positioning her wheelchair front and center. Aurora stood beside her great-grandmother, small but steady.The Nobel Committee chair presented the award: "For seven decades of sustained work toward human dignity, family protection, and inclusive community building, we honor the Lily Rossi Foundation."Hope accepted the medal and diploma, then stepped to the microphone."This award honors three generations of women who proved love multiplies. Lily Rossi, who jumped in front of bullets seventy-nine years ago. Ava Moretti Rossi, who built a foundation from that sacrifice. And Aurora Rossi, who's showing the world what comes next."She gestured to Ava. "My mother can't speak today. Alzheimer's has taken her memory, her words, her ability to recognize us. But she's here because her presence proves our most important point: impact outlasts memory. The work continue

Hope sat frozen, staring at the email on Marcus Jr.'s laptop screen. The words blurred as tears filled her eyes."She never believed," Hope whispered. "All those years. Every hug. Every smile. Every time she called Mom her hero. It was all a lie.""She played us," Kai said, his voice cracking. "She stood with us at the Nobel ceremony. She hugged Aurora and told her she was going to change the world. Three weeks ago. While she was feeding our enemies everything they needed to destroy us."Isabella leaned against the wall, her lawyer composure finally cracking. "Eight years. She's been with us for eight years. I recommended her for the head of trauma counseling. I vouched for her.""We all did," Hope said numbly.Marcus Jr. kept scrolling through the emails. "There's more. She's been documenting everything. Private conversations. Family dynamics. She has notes on Mom's condition—detailed medical observations that she shouldn't have had access to.""She visited Mom regularly," Hope said,

The second wave hit three days after Hope's statement went viral.Marcus Jr. found it first. A new website, more personal than the coalition's academic approach. This one had a name: The Forgotten Ones."You need to see this," he told Hope, his voice tight with something that sounded like recognition.The site's mission statement made Hope's blood run cold: "We are the trauma survivors the Lily Rossi Foundation forgot. The ones without special gifts. The ones deemed too ordinary to matter. We are the ninety-nine percent they left behind while celebrating the one percent born with abilities.""What is this?" Hope asked, scrolling through testimonials. Dozens of former clients claiming the foundation had helped them, then abandoned them. Saying they'd felt like second-class citizens compared to the children with predictive abilities. That the foundation's true mission was finding and nurturing psychic children, not helping ordinary families."Look at the founder," Marcus Jr. said, click

The family meeting that night was tense. Hope and Baby Lily reported their conversation with Elena. The room immediately divided."She wants us to diminish Baby Lily," Marcus Jr. said. "To hide her abilities so ordinary people don't feel bad.""That's not what she said," Hope countered. "She wants us to celebrate everyone equally.""Which means celebrating Baby Lily less," Kai argued. "That's not fair to her.""And celebrating her more than everyone else isn't fair to them," Solana shot back.Aurora stood up. "Stop. We're missing the point."Everyone turned to her."Elena isn't attacking Baby Lily. She's questioning whether the foundation still represents what Great-Great-Grandma Lily died for. That's a valid question.""Of course we do," Isabella said. "We help people every day.""But who do we celebrate?" Aurora challenged. "When donors visit, who do they meet? When media requests interviews, who do we put forward? When we tell our story, whose story is it?"The room fell silent."B

The board meeting three days later was chaos."You can't be serious," one board member said. "You want to give Elena Vasquez—the woman who organized attacks against us—control of an entire branch?""With a multi-million dollar budget," another added. "This is institutional suicide."Hope stood at the head of the table, Ava's written instructions in her hand. "My mother made this decision. In one of her few moments of clarity. I'm honoring it.""With all respect to Mrs. Rossi, she's not mentally competent to make these decisions anymore. That's why you have power of attorney.""She was competent when she made this choice. Clearer than she's been in months. And her reasoning was sound: We failed ordinary survivors. Elena called us on it. Now we're fixing it by putting her in charge of the solution.""She'll destroy us from the inside," someone argued."Or she'll save us," Aurora said, standing up. "She'll remind us what we're supposed to be. What Great-Great-Grandma Lily died for. Not f