All Chapters of Belonging to Lockhart: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I told Renzo everything I had learned from Theron everything Theron's father, Renzo’s own uncle, had confessed. I wished I had more clarity to offer, more solid facts to ease the blow. But I knew the truth, however incomplete, would rip open old wounds and make them bleed worse than before. That was exactly what Chun Kit intended. He wanted Renzo to feel gutted, betrayed. He wanted to drive a wedge between us. “Please don’t be angry with Theron for not telling you,” I said gently. “We only know fragments half-whispered rumors and whatever his father blurted out in rage. I’m sure Theron would have told you… just not here. Not like this. He was waiting until we got back to New York.” Renzo gave a small nod, his eyes fixed on the polished wood floor as though it might reveal answers. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The silence wrapped tightly around us, suffocating. “Say something,” I whispered. When his gaze finally lifted to mine, there was a faint, weary smile.

I forced a steady breath into my lungs, reigning in every twitch of my muscles, every flicker in my gaze, every betraying sign of the fear rising like bile in my chest. This was a game to them a psychological dance to see what strings they could pull. Chun Kit revealing this much wasn’t a flex of power. It was a crack. They were restless. They must have sensed that Ami and Renzo had the potential to unravel everything. And now, they thought they could use me to neutralize the threat. My gaze drifted slowly intentionally from the predator lounging on the sofa to the one seated behind the desk. Then, with careful precision, my lips curled into a cold, lifeless smirk. "I’m not sure you realize," I began, voice dipped in casual disdain, "but Renzo and I were never close. We’ve been rivals for most of our lives. If your aim was to threaten him through me, I’m afraid you’ve picked the wrong pawn." Chun Kit’s brows lifted, mildly amused. “Are you saying you don’t care whether your co

Twelve votes. That was all it would take to dismantle Chun Kit’s entire operation. Just twelve but the weight of that number pressed down on me like a vise. My mind whirled, faster now, and not because of the wine I’d sipped earlier. This was dread, sharp and sobering. “There’s more,” Evadne said, her voice clipped. “Chun Kit’s arriving in New York in less than two weeks. According to my source, the merger deal’s already finalized. All that’s left is the shareholder vote. They want it to be a rubber stamp.” A vise around my ribs this time. I could barely breathe. “I thought... we had more time,” I choked out. Evadne didn’t sugarcoat it. “We don’t. I can swing a few of them, but not fast enough. I can’t do this alone.” I already knew what was coming. My fists clenched, knuckles white as I inhaled through my nose. “What do you need from me?” “You’ll have to meet some of them yourself,” she said. “I’ll prepare you. But it’ll be on you to win them over.” A lump formed in m

THERON POV The so-called top tech expert from our security division strolled into my office with a face full of irritation an expression that strongly mirrored the one his superior had worn earlier today. Of course, that was before our "chat." The head of security had left my office fuming. I had no illusions that this conversation would go any better. Grantham looked to be in his thirties unkempt brown hair, a few days' stubble, and a wardrobe that skirted dangerously close to insubordination. No uniform, just a wrinkled gray button-up shirt and what I suspected were sweatpants. I couldn’t yet decide if he was bold or just plain stupid. “Mr. Grantham, you know why you’re here.” I gestured to the chair opposite my desk. He sank into it and nodded, posture relaxed, casual too casual. “You want me to chase a ghost,” he said, tossing one ankle over the other and leaning back like this was a coffee break. “I know Ms. Kennerly thinks she saw something, but that doesn’t make it re

As soon as the voting results were announced, Chun Kit rose and strode out of the conference room without a backward glance. Zhenhai lingered a few moments longer, eyes sweeping the space like a man mentally cataloguing the terrain. Then, with silent finality, he too disappeared down the corridor. Zinnia remained, her gaze sharp with reproach as if I’d personally dismantled her plans. She must have known. Without the merger, our engagement was dead in the water. At last, she stepped toward me, her fists clenched at her sides. “This isn’t over,” she said through gritted teeth. “I won’t let you ruin this for me.” I raised a brow. “Ruin what, exactly?” “You still don’t get it, do you?” A twisted smirk curled on her lips, a feral glint lighting her eyes. “You can either have everything you want with me. Or you can watch everything and everyone you care about burn.” The venom in her voice ignited something primal in me. I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear as I whis