Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Legacy : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

JOHN'S POV The confession was finished, yet my head was still ringing. Daniel had spilt the beans on television live, murder, kidnapping, even poisoning his own son. It was nearly too weighty to swallow. But there was this other, I had this other thing on me, something I needed to know. I said, Charles, I said, looking at my father-in-law. "What about my butler? And all the other people who happened to be at the house when Vincent bombed it? Are they okay?" Charles nodded quickly. "They're all fine. I had been there immediately after it happened. Your employees evacuated everybody prior to the blast. Your butler made sure of it. He took the cook out, the gardener, the housekeepers. Everyone." Relief washed over me. I had been so concerned about Annabella and Peter that I had not had time to think about the people who served us--you know, the crew who looked after our home when Vincent had made his mind up to blow it up. "Where are they now?" I asked. A motel twenty minute

JOHN'S POV The ride to the second mansion was approximately an hour but seemed more like two hours since each jolt in the road caused pain to run through that portion of my chest where the surgery scar remained tender. Officer Rodriguez was driving and Annabella was sitting next me in the back of the SUV and another officer was following us in a different car, Dr. Patterson sent me home that morning with strict orders to rest and move a lot. No, but he also established a crew of nurses and a physician to visit the house to provide home treatment since leaving hospital prematurely still required supervision on my part. The mansion itself appeared as we drove down a long private driveway with trees on each side, which made the location seem like it was not a part of the rest of the world in a manner that was reassuring following all we had gone through. Even the house itself was not as big as our main home but was still impressive with its stone-made front and huge windows that allow

JOHN'S POV That is a good idea, she said, and her fingers were tracing my collarbone, just so that I could feel how close she was. We ought to begin to visit schools tomorrow. Find the ones that fit best." Yes, we will, I said, and opened my eyes to see her. But at this moment I only want to concentrate on this. On us. On being here together not to think about the next thing. She smiled, bent close till her face was within inches of mine. "I can do that." Her lips kissed mine in a kiss that began lightly and soon turned passionate, all the fear and the tension of the last few days melting away in the intimacy between us. I stretched my good arm up to bring her nearer, despite the fact that it was tugging a bruise through my chest that I did not mind because kissing my wife was worth any pain. By the time we managed to separate we both were gasping, and she had a flushed look on her cheeks, much younger and freer than she had been months. I ought to get through with you, I sho

DANIEL'S POV Two other agents walked swaggeringly along with a bunch of keys which must have belonged to one of the crew of Vincent--keys which fitted the locks of my chains like a glove. The metal fell off my wrists leaving these swollen red spots where it had bitten into my flesh as I confessed. One of them pushed me on my feet and the other one went to cuff my hands behind my back. The agent said, formally, Daniel Vanguard, you are under arrest on charges of murder, attempted murder, kidnapping, poisoning, fraud, embezzlement and a host of other charges as per your confession which we have already secured a copy of on the tape of Vincent. I did not resist being cuffed by them because, frankly, there was no use in it as I had already given everything away on camera. Morris was looking at me as though he were a combination of proud and somewhat disappointed; he would have preferred to have me in the act rather than hand him a full confession on a silver platter. I want my lawy

Annabella's pov The sunshine that was shining in the bedroom window woke me up--far otherwise than the last few weeks when nightmares or worrying about Daniel or worrying about Peter being safe kept me awake. It was different this morning, though--I woke up and the first thing I saw was John lying snoring beside me, breathing even and showing that we had really made it through all the stuff that had been trying to tear us apart. I simply lay there a moment and watched him sleep, and was thankful in a kind of way that made my chest tight because he was still there after being shot, after the operation, after Vincent had attempted to kill my dad and blow up our house. We were alive and that was a miracle after all the other things that had taken place. The morning light softened his face somehow, and brought me back to those quieter days when Daniel had returned to our lives and destroyed everything. Today was the first day of school of Peter who had spent months locked up in the m