บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

POV: DavidThe moment Olivia came through the door of the sitting room I knew from her face that something had shifted the timeline. She crossed straight to me and said quietly, "Marcus has a child. A four year old girl in the UK. Clara's daughter. He's sending someone for her tonight."I processed it in two seconds."Get me Reeves," I said to Zara, who was already reaching for her phone before I finished. I turned to Emmanuel, who had come to the doorway when he heard the change in energy. "Do you have contacts in the UK? People you can reach right now at this hour who can move quickly?"Emmanuel did not ask for clarification. "Yes.""I need someone to locate and secure a four year old child named Aria. Mother is Clara Mensah, formerly Lena Vasquez. The child is somewhere in the UK, location unknown to us currently, but Clara will know." I looked at him directly. "We have maybe an hour before whoever Marcus sent gets there first."Emmanuel was already on his phone, moving toward the

POV: OliviaThe first sign was the lights.They did not go out completely. They flickered, once, twice, and then held at a reduced level, the kind of partial failure that happens when a building's main power is interfered with but the backup system engages before full darkness arrives. Emmanuel's residence had a backup system. Someone had known that and accounted for it, which meant the flicker itself was the warning rather than an accident.I was in the sitting room with Victoria and Rena when it happened. The three of us looked at each other in the reduced light for exactly one second.Then I stood up."We need to move," I said. "Now."Rena was already reaching for her bag. Victoria rose from the sofa and I saw her put her hand briefly against her stomach in the instinctive protective gesture I had noticed since the park, then drop it and straighten.We heard it before we saw it. Not an explosion, nothing cinematic. The sound of the main entrance being opened by force, a controlled

Olivia's POVThe message was five words. ‘He told you the wrong secret.’I read it three times standing in the middle of Emmanuel's study with the sound of broken glass still being swept somewhere down the corridor and the low voices of his security team moving through the house around us. Five words from an unknown number, and every single one of them settled into my chest like a stone dropping into still water. David was beside me. I turned the phone so he could see the screen.He read it without speaking. Then he took it from my hand, the way you take something from someone when you are not sure they should be holding it alone."Unknown sender," he said. "No trace without proper tools.""I know.""We pass it to Reeves in the morning.""Yes." I took the phone back. "But that is not what I am thinking about right now."He looked at me. "What are you thinking about?"I sat down in the chair nearest the desk because my legs had made their decision for me. The study was warm, the lamp t

Olivia's POVKofi Osei looked nothing like his brother. Emmanuel carried himself like a man who had decided very early what kind of person he intended to be and had spent decades becoming exactly that. Every movement is deliberate. Every word chosen. A kind of controlled gravity that filled whatever room he entered.Kofi looked like a man who had spent thirty years putting something down and picking it back up and never quite managing either.He was older than Emmanuel by four years but looked older than that. His hair was completely white. His face was deeply lined, not from age alone but from the specific kind of wearing that came from the inside. He sat in the front room chair with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes on the floor when we entered, and he did not look up immediately.When he did look up and his eyes found mine, he went very still. I sat across from him. David sat beside me. Emmanuel stood near the door with his arms crossed and his face completely unreadable.No

Olivia's POVI woke up before David. His arm was around me, heavy and warm, and the morning was coming through the curtains in thin pale lines across the floor. The room smelled like sleep and something faintly woody from the furniture. Outside the window birds were making the kind of unhurried noise that only happened when the world had not yet fully started.I lay still and did not move. His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck. His arm was around my waist. I looked at the curtains and the light moving through them and I thought about the fact that this was the first morning in four years I had woken up beside someone and felt safe.That thought sat with me uncomfortably. Not because it was wrong. Because it was right, and the rightness of it was unfamiliar enough that some part of me did not quite trust it. I had learned in four years of marriage to Marcus that warmth was conditional. That morning could feel peaceful and still contain something waiting underneath