All Chapters of The Billionaire Legacy : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DANIEL'S POHe studied my face for a long moment, and I wondered if he suspected the truth. Richard wasn't stupid—you don't get to his level of the legal profession by being naive. "Daniel, I've known you for ten years. I've gotten you out of some complicated situations. Whatever you're doing, whatever game you're playing, be careful. These people aren't stupid, and if they catch even a whiff of what you're really up to—""Neither am I," I interrupted. "Stupid, I mean. You've seen my alibis. They're ironclad because they're real. I made sure I was nowhere near either victim when the poisonings occurred."He sighed, a sound that carried a decade of defending wealthy clients with questionable morals. He checked his watch, a Patek Philippe that I'd given him as a Christmas bonus two years ago. "I have another client in an hour. Call me immediately if they find anything, and I mean anything. Don't talk to the police without me present, don't make any statements, don't even tell them what

Anabella's POVThe jail cell was smaller than I expected.I sat on the thin mattress staring at the gray walls and trying to breathe normally. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel's face in that hospital window. That smile. That cold, satisfied smile that told me everything.He won.After everything I did to protect Peter, after all the sacrifices and compromises and pieces of myself I gave up, Daniel still won.My hands were shaking. I pressed them together and squeezed until my knuckles turned white but they wouldn't stop shaking.Peter was alone. My baby was lying in a hospital bed recovering from poison and I wasn't there. I couldn't hold his hand or read him stories or tell him everything would be okay.Because maybe it wouldn't be okay.Maybe I would spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn't commit while Daniel raised my son and twisted him into something dark.The thought made me want to scream but I swallowed it down. Screaming wouldn't help. Crying wouldn'

John's POVI couldn't just sit around waiting for lawyers and judges to save Anabella.Marcus was good at his job, one of the best defense attorneys in the state, but the legal system moved too slowly. By the time her trial started, Daniel could have buried all the evidence and intimidated every witness who might speak against him. He had money, connections, and no conscience. That was a dangerous combination.So I took matters into my own hands.I hired three private investigators. The best money could buy. Former FBI agents who knew how to find things people wanted hidden, who understood how criminals thought and operated. They didn't come cheap, but I didn't care about the cost. This was about saving Anabella and protecting Peter."Follow everyone connected to Daniel," I told them during our first meeting in my office. "His employees, his business partners, his friends, anyone who might have helped him. I want to know who he talks to, where he goes, what he eats for breakfast. Ever

Annabella's POV.I laid on the prison bed, my mind thinking of what had happened in the last few days. About how they arrested me right there in the hospital while Peter was still sleeping in his bed. About how they just slapped handcuffs on my wrists and dragged me out like I was some kind of monster.Now I was here in this cold gray room with nothing but my thoughts and the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway outside. I pressed my palms against my eyes trying to stop the panic from rising in my chest but it did not work. All I could think about was Peter waking up without me there. What would he think when he opened his eyes and saw that I was gone?The door suddenly opened with a loud clang that made me jump. A guard stepped inside holding a clipboard. "You have a visitor," he said flatly.I stood up quickly. "Is it my son? Can I see Peter?"The guard shook his head. "It's someone else."He turned and walked out without waiting for me to respond. A moment later John stepped

Anabella's POV"Anabella, you have a visitor," one of the prison guards said, his keys jangling as he approached my cell. I looked up from where I'd been sitting on the hard bench, my arms wrapped around myself, and saw Marcus walking down the corridor. He carried his leather briefcase and wore his usual impeccable suit, though I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. The case was taking its toll on him too."We need to talk," Marcus said as soon as the guard let him into the cell and closed the door behind him, leaving us with a modicum of privacy. He sat down across from me, setting his briefcase on the bench between us. "I've reviewed all the evidence the prosecution has against you, and while it's circumstantial, it's compelling enough to convince a jury if we don't find something to counter it.""I don't care about the charges," I said, my voice hoarse from crying and exhaustion. My throat felt raw, like I'd been screaming for hours. "I just need to get out of here so I can find m