All Chapters of His Wife On Paper : Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Eliora's POV"How dare he."I was pacing again. I knew I was pacing again. I couldn't stop."How dare him try to control me. How dare him stand there and tell me what to do like he has any right, like he has earned any right, after everything—" I pressed both hands to the sides of my head. "Who does he think he is? Kian Donovan. Who does he actually think he is?""Eliora—""I'm serious, Zoey. I want an answer. Who does he think he is?"Zoey looked up at me from the sofa. She had been sitting there quietly for the last ten minutes letting me go, which was one of the things I loved most about her, she knew when to talk and when to just be a body in the room while I fell apart. "Kian Donovan," she said carefully. "Causing mayhem since—"I glared at her."Not helping?" she offered."Not helping.""I'm sorry. Okay." She sat up straighter. "He shouldn't have called you reckless. That was wrong and he knows it was wrong.""But?" I heard the but coming before she said it."But you are both ve

Kian's POVI had built an entire company on the principle that information was the most valuable currency in the world.I know the right piece of information at the right moment could shift markets, end careers, build empires from nothing. I had staked everything on that belief for fifteen years and I had never once been wrong about it.So when Lydia Monroe sat in my living room and said the word sister, and watched the entire room stop, I understood immediately what we had just been handed.I was already reaching for my phone."I need you in the penthouse," I said the moment Dare picked up. "Now. Bring everything."Dare Obi had been my head of intelligence at Donovan Tech for six years. He was twenty-nine years old, had three monitors running at all times, and could find a person's digital footprint in the time it took most people to make a cup of coffee. If Elijah had an off-grid location, if he had ever used a name, a card, a device, a anything connected to that place…. Dare would

Eliora's POVI heard my son's name before I saw his face.The television in the living room had been on all morning, someone had turned it to the news channel and nobody had turned it off, so it had become background noise, something that existed in the apartment the way the hum of the city existed outside the windows. Present but unacknowledged.Then the newsreader said Ezra Donovan and I stopped walking.His face filled the screen. His school photograph, the one I had taken three months ago, him in the little blue shirt I had ironed twice because the first time I hadn't done it properly, his gap-toothed smile aimed at a camera he found deeply suspicious. Frozen there. On national television. Beneath the word MISSING in letters that were far too large for the size of the room.I stood in the middle of the living room and watched the newsreader talk about my son the way they talked about traffic updates and weather forecasts and I felt the walls of the apartment move very slightly inw

Eliora's POVI don't know how long we stayed like that.Long enough for the cold to work its way through my jacket and I wish I had worn something thicker.Long enough for my breathing to slow from something ragged into something that almost passed for calm. Long enough for me to become aware of the world again. Reeves was moving quietly through the trees somewhere to our left, the distant call of something in the undergrowth, the fire throwing long amber shadows across the clearing.I pulled back from the hug first, pressing the back of my hand to my face. I straightened my spine the way you do when you are telling your body it is time to function again whether it wants to or not.Kian let me go without a word. He stayed crouched for a moment, watching my face with the focused attention he gave everything that mattered to him, and then he stood. Brushed the cold dirt from his knees. Then turned to look at the house.I looked at it with him.It sat there, cold and indifferent, giving