บททั้งหมดของ Four Babies and a Billion Dollar Lie: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The Warning“Tessa, wait—what are you saying?”Ares’ voice was low, tense, cutting through the dim light of the room. He stood near the window, one hand gripping the edge of the curtain, eyes narrowing at her.Tessa stepped closer, her expression pale and urgent. “I’m saying Ethan is planning something, Ares. He’s not done. I don’t know how far he’s gone, but I know he wants to bomb this house tonight. He’s been watching, waiting for the right time and he has concluded tonight is the right time.”Ares turned fully, his jaw tightening. “That’s impossible. He doesn’t have that kind of power, this is Japan.”“You don’t believe me?” Her voice cracked slightly. “He kidnapped our kids in the past! Do you not understand?”Silence stretched between them, heavy and slow.Ares exhaled deeply, rubbing his hand across his face. “Ethan—” He paused, his eyes flickering as if trying to piece together a memory that refused to settle. “We used to work together. A business deal in London, years ago. He

The Café MeetingChloe stepped out of the hotel, the sky was bruised with the last shadows of night, the streetlamps still burning with a faint, dying light. She wore a long beige trench coat that brushed her calves and a pair of sunglasses far too dark for the hour. Her heart was beating so fast as she walked, she slowed down, calm and unhurried.She already knew where she was going.The café was ten minutes away by car, maybe fifteen on foot. She preferred to walk.She replayed Ayisha’s voice in her mind, every word, every tremor. “Come to Deez Café right now. Don’t tell anyone. Just come.”Chloe smiled faintly. It was almost funny how easy it had been. One call, one panicked message, and now everyone was moving exactly where she wanted them to be.She hailed a taxi when she reached the main road, slipped inside, and gave the driver the address.“Deez Café,” she said, her voice low.The driver nodded, pulling into the empty street. Chloe turned her gaze to the window, watching the c

Crossfire at Deez“Didn’t expect to see me, did you?”Ayisha froze. The voice, calm and sharp, sliced through the low hum of chatter and clinking coffee spoons inside Deez Café. When she looked up, Chloe was already sliding into the chair across from her, her red nails tapping the table like a slow drumbeat.“Chloe?” Ayisha blinked in disbelief. “What—what are you doing here? Where’s Tessa?”Chloe smiled faintly, that kind of smile that never reaches the eyes. “You really think Tessa would come here herself? She sent me instead.”“That’s not true.” Ayisha’s throat tightened. “Tessa doesn’t send people. She shows up. And of all people, she doesn’t like you.”“Oh, you know her so well?” Chloe tilted her head, eyes gleaming with a trace of mockery. “Tell me, Ayisha, do you really think she’s on your side?”Ayisha smiled. The café was dimly lit, golden light pouring from the pendant lamps overhead. Outside, the street glistened from a recent drizzle, catching reflections of car lights and

The Man Behind the Curtain“Mom, what do you mean the Tokyo branch isn’t ours anymore?”Ares’s voice cut through the thick air of the suite like a knife. Papers lay scattered across the mahogany table, the laptop screen still open with documents flashing in red, Ownership Transfer Successful.Lady Bianca stood frozen, her trembling hand gripping the back of the chair for balance. She had been staring at the screen for the past two minutes, unable to process what she was reading.“It’s gone,” she whispered finally, her voice breaking. “The Tokyo properties, the warehouse in Osaka, even the accounts connected to them,” she swallowed hard, blinking through her tears, “Your father took everything. Everything in America too. Every single thing. All our accounts are frozen.”Ares stared at her, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “That’s impossible. He can’t just…”“He can.” Bianca’s eyes lifted to meet his. They were red, hollow, almost empty. “They were under his name, Ares. He transferred t

Quiet Rooms, Passing Faces“Are you sure they’ll sleep?” Julian asked as he crouched by the bed, one hand smoothing the duvet over Jamal’s small chest.The drive back to the mansion was exhausting. Dorcas smiled without looking up from where she tucked Pretty in, her usual movements steady and patient. “They’ve always been good at bedtime when they’re tired. Your driving did them in, Mr. Julian.” She reached for Kamal’s hand and laid it over the blanket like a benediction.Kamal’s lashes fluttered. Jamal’s breathing had already shifted from hiccuped to even. Pretty’s small fists relaxed. Beauty, last to be tucked, clutched a faded stuffed elephant and blinked at Julian with sleepy trust before settling.Julian felt something in his throat tighten, a soft, private ache he rarely allowed himself to name. Four small faces, his friends’ faces lined up in the soft glow of the nursery lamp, and for a moment the world outside the mansion’s tall hedges and iron gates slipped away to nothing