All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Noah's POV]"Are you absolutely certain, Mr. Marlowe?" The lawyer pushed his gold-rimmed spectacles up the bridge of his nose.His fingers shook as he slid the heavy fountain pen across the table. "Once this is filed with the registrar, it cannot be undone. It is an admission of paternity under the highest tier of the Marlowe family charter.""Sign the witness line, Bernstein," I said. My voice was a flat, dead rasp.I didn't look at the atmospheric arches of City Hall or the dust motes dancing in the morning light.I stared at the blood-stained white bandage wrapped around my right hand. The wound from the shattered whiskey glass had reopened, a small crimson bloom spreading through the gauze."This grants the child full legal protection," the lawyer whispered, his eyes darting to the armed guards at the door. "It means Marco and Jake lose all legal standing to categorize the mother or the fetus as an external threat. Anyone who moves against them will be moving against the direct h

[Caleb's POV]"Why does Marco want my mother?"Elena stood by the kitchen table, her fingers digging into the worn wood until her knuckles turned white.She didn't look like a woman who had just been thrown out into a storm. She looked like a predator waiting for a scent."The Boss doesn't know," I said. It was the only answer I had. "Neither do I. That is exactly what is driving him insane."She took a slow, measured breath, trying to steady the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. I reached into my charcoal suit jacket and pulled out another heavy envelope.I placed it on the table. The gold embossed seal of Marlowe Enterprises caught the dim light."The paternity acknowledgment," I stated. "A legal copy for your records. The Boss said you have a right to hold it."Elena stared at the envelope. She didn't touch it. Dr. Aris Shawn sat across from her, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, nervous beat against his knee. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.Finally, Elena tore the

[Elena's POV]I was trapped in the absolute dark for exactly two seconds.Then, the emergency monitors bolted to the steel wall flickered to life. Eight high-definition security feeds illuminated the cramped space, casting a pale, ghostly blue glow over my shaking hands.I found him instantly. Screen three.Noah hadn't stayed in the corridor with Dario. He had doubled back.He stood in the deep shadows behind his ruined desk, completely still. He had dropped the customized assault rifle. He held a matte-black military hunting knife.The killer breached the study.The north window shattered. A silent explosion of glass rained across the monitor, sparkling like deadly confetti in the dim light.Noah moved. He launched himself across the room like a ballistic missile. The two massive bodies collided, smashing into the heavy bookshelves with enough force to rattle the panic room walls.The killer raised a suppressed pistol. Noah's left hand shot out, clamping around the man's wrist like a

[Elena's POV]"Ryan is Adrian," I said.The name finally hung in the open air between us, severing the heavy silence in the guest house.I held his gaze, "If I handed you that truth two weeks ago, your first instinct would have been to eliminate the threat. That truth would make you kill him."Noah didn't deny it."Yes," he stated. His voice was a low, steady gravel. "Before I knew he shared your blood, I would have ordered the hit." He took a single step forward, the expensive fabric of his charcoal suit catching the dim light. "But I didn't.""How could you guarantee that?" I challenged, my pulse hammering against my ribs. "How could you guarantee you wouldn't just pull the trigger the second I said the word 'Vulture'?"Noah stopped. His jaw tightened.He didn't have a perfect answer. We both knew it. In his world, hesitation meant death. He had been conditioned to shoot first and interrogate the ashes later."I never wavered in this relationship, Noah," I said. I closed the distanc

[Elena's POV]"There is one more thing," I said.I stared at him, my fingers still wrapped loosely around his dark silk tie. The exam room suddenly felt suffocatingly small, the air thick with the smell of medical alcohol and his cold mint cologne.Noah waited. He kept his hands planted on the vinyl mattress on either side of my hips, caging me in. It gave me the illusion of space while ensuring I couldn't retreat an inch."If you ever force me out again," I said, my voice steady, "do not use a check."A sharp line deepened between his dark eyebrows. The billionaire CEO mask slipped. "You don't want money?""I want the truth," I corrected, flattening my palm against his chest. His heartbeat thudded heavily against my skin."If you really want me gone, you look me in the eye and say it yourself. You do not send Caleb to throw me out like a misdelivered package."Noah went entirely still.It wasn't the freezing, predatory stillness he used before executing a traitor. It was the heavy, s