Semua Bab The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 81The morning light filtered through the gaps in the alley walls as Ravyn maneuvered Dante's borrowed sedan into the narrow space behind his apartment building. This route had become familiar over the past few days—a deliberately circuitous path that avoided main streets and surveillance cameras, that kept her car hidden from casual observation, that allowed her to visit her son without creating a obvious pattern that could be tracked or questioned.She parked carefully, checking her mirrors one final time before exiting the vehicle. The alley was empty, as it usually was at this hour on a Sunday morning. Most of Dante's neighbors were still asleep or occupied with their own lives, paying no attention to the woman in professional attire making her way to the back entrance of the building.Ravyn climbed the stairs to Dante's second-floor apartment, her heart already lightening with anticipation. No matter how complicated her life became, no matter how many threats and deceptio

Chapter 83Dante walked her to the door, his expression understanding. "He'll be fine," he said quietly. "We'll play games and watch movies and I'll make sure he eats properly and takes his medicine and doesn't touch anything dangerous. And you'll be back in"—he checked his watch—"probably eight hours. Less if you can get away early.""I know," Ravyn said, but her chest was tight with the familiar anxiety of separation. "I just worry.""I know you do," Dante said. "But hey—look at me. I'm not entirely useless. Just because I like being fucked by men doesn't mean I can't protect a child. I'm still an Archer. We might be terrible people in general, but we know how to defend what's ours. And Rhysand is ours. I'd die before I let anything happen to him."The casual vulgarity mixed with fierce protectiveness was so quintessentially Dante that Ravyn found herself smiling despite her worry. "I know you would. And I trust you. It's just—""Just hard to leave him," Dante finished. "I get it. B

Chapter 85The tension in Larsen Enterprises was palpable the moment Ravyn stepped through the glass doors. Employees moved through the hallways with the kind of purposeful urgency that suggested something important was happening, something that required everyone to be at their best, something that couldn't afford mistakes or delays.Ravyn noted the atmosphere with the observation skills prison had honed to razor sharpness. Tight expressions. Hushed conversations. People carrying tablets and folders with the careful precision of individuals handling valuable or sensitive materials. Whatever was going on today wasn't routine business—it was significant enough to put the entire organization on edge.She made her way to her office, nodding to colleagues she'd begun to recognize over her brief time here. A few returned the greeting with distracted smiles. Others barely acknowledged her, too focused on whatever crisis or opportunity was demanding their attention.Her office was exactly as

Chapter 87"Not even a little bit," Rhys confirmed. "In fact, part of our negotiation will be explicitly excluding him from any financial mechanisms. Adrian knows Marcus's reputation is questionable—everyone in international finance knows that. He's tolerated as a useful connection, but nobody with real money trusts him with anything important. We'll be structuring this partnership to specifically route around Marcus's involvement."The relief was so intense it made Ravyn dizzy. If Marcus wasn't actually part of the partnership, if Rhys had no intention of working with him beyond this introduction, then exposing him wouldn't implicate Larsen Enterprises. The FBI investigation would find that Rhys had met with Marcus once, declined to partner with him, and moved on to work exclusively with Adrian.Clean. Defensible. Completely legitimate."Why did you let him present the financial structures then?" Ravyn asked, still processing. "If you're not planning to use him?""Professional courte

Chapter 89The children erupted into conversation, all talking at once as their stories were overlapping with each other—someone's pet hamster had escaped, someone else had won a spelling bee, Marcus and Maya had gotten in a fight over whose turn it was to feed the classroom fish. Dante listened to it all with the attention of someone who'd learned that children needed to be heard, needed to have their experiences validated, needed adults who would take their problems seriously even when those problems seemed trivial from an adult perspective.They made their way through the neighborhood , Dante's route planned to minimize exposure while maximizing efficiency. First stop was Keisha's house, where her grandmother met them at the door with the kind of warm gratitude that made Dante feel guilty about his ulterior motives."You're a blessing, Mr. Dante," she said, accepting Keisha's backpack and lunch box. "I don't know what I'd do without your help with pickup.""It's no problem, Mrs. J