Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Sebastian Cross made his move at noon.He chose the hour deliberately—when markets were awake, media cycles were hungry, and power players were still pretending to be decent people.The announcement hit every screen at once.**CROSS CONSOLIDATED ACQUIRES MAJORITY INTEREST IN THREE VALE AFFILIATES.****SEBASTIAN CROSS APPOINTED INTERIM CHAIR.**The photo beneath the headline showed him mid-smile, perfectly tailored suit, sunlight catching the edge of his cufflinks like a halo.Devil in a three-piece smile.Damian stared at the screen in silence.Elena swore under her breath. “He didn’t just step into the vacuum. He staged it.”“He wanted to be seen,” Damian said flatly. “Julian preferred shadows. Sebastian prefers applause.”“And the market loves him,” Elena added, scrolling. “Stock rebound in under eight minutes.”Damian’s phone buzzed.Unknown number.He answered anyway.“Damian,” Sebastian said warmly. “I hope you’re watching.”“You’re moving fast,” Damian replied.Sebastian chuckle

The courtroom was still empty when Aria was brought in.That was intentional.This wasn’t justice yet—this was *negotiation*.The room smelled faintly of polished wood and old power, the kind that had watched generations rise and fall without ever standing trial itself. Aria sat at the long table alone, hands folded, spine straight. No cuffs today. That, too, was deliberate.Across from her, Lydia Brooks set down a thick folder and exhaled slowly.“This isn’t official,” Lydia said. “Not yet.”Aria nodded. “That’s why you’re nervous.”Lydia gave a thin smile. “You’re learning.”“They’re calling it a *preliminary inquiry*,” Lydia continued. “Off the record. No press. No transcripts.”“Just leverage,” Aria said calmly.“Exactly.” Lydia opened the folder. “And there are… options.”Aria didn’t reach for it.“Option one,” Lydia said, “you cooperate quietly. You testify in closed sessions. Names are redacted. Sentencing is reduced. You disappear for a while.”Aria’s lips curved faintly. “Tha

The holding room smelled like disinfectant and restrained panic.Aria sat alone at the metal table, hands folded, posture composed, the picture of calm that fooled no one who truly knew her. Inside, her heart was beating too fast, like it was trying to escape her chest and run ahead of the verdict.The door clicked open.She didn’t look up.She already knew who it would be.Damian Vale stepped inside, his suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, eyes dark with exhaustion and something far more dangerous—relief.“You shouldn’t be here,” Aria said softly.He shut the door behind him anyway.“I don’t care.”That made her look up.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with everything unsaid: betrayal, loyalty, love twisted by power, and a truth that had come far too late.“You blindsided me,” Aria finally said.Damian winced. “I know.”“You let me walk into that courtroom believing I was alone.”“I thought protecting you meant carrying it myself,” he said. “

Billionaires didn’t disappear.They rebranded.They relocated.They reinvented.But they didn’t vanish.Which meant Damian Vale was either dead……or playing the most dangerous game of his life.Aria Lane stood in the center of the penthouse Damian had abandoned less than twelve hours earlier, the silence so loud it felt like accusation. The city outside buzzed on, indifferent, unaware that one of its most powerful men had erased himself overnight.No staff.No security detail.No assistants pretending not to listen.Gone.She lifted his phone from the table.Dead.Not turned off—**wiped**.Professional.Clean.Intentional.Her jaw tightened.“You arrogant idiot,” she muttered.Elijah arrived first, eyes sharp, movements quick.“He didn’t just leave,” he said after a brief sweep. “He *executed* a disappearance.”Lydia followed, coat still on, coffee untouched. “Bank accounts?”“Frozen,” Elena said, typing rapidly. “Every public one. Private ones rerouted through shell layers that don’t

The car hadn’t even stopped before Aria knew something was wrong.It wasn’t intuition.It was experience.The driver—Elena’s driver—missed a turn he had taken perfectly three times already.Aria’s hand slid calmly into her bag.“Damian,” she said softly, “don’t move.”Damian glanced up, caught the tension in her voice, and stilled instantly.The driver cleared his throat. “Change of plans.”That was when Aria pressed the cold edge of a concealed blade against the back of his seat.“Stop the car,” she said pleasantly, “or I start carving my initials into your future.”The car screeched to a halt.The driver raised his hands, shaking. “I was paid—”Damian yanked him out of the seat and slammed him against the hood.“Paid by who?” Damian demanded.The man sobbed. “A woman. British accent. Said it was for your own good.”Aria’s blood went cold.Lydia.They didn’t go back to the hotel.They didn’t go to the safe house.They went somewhere far more dangerous.Public.A charity gala already