Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Return : The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

My voice was quiet but heavy with finality. "I want her phone logs from the week before and the week after Grandmother's death. Every contact, every location ping. I want to see if she contacted anyone at the estate, anyone involved with the maintenance crew, or anyone in the police precinct. If Tanya was involved, even peripherally, we will find the breadcrumbs."This wasn't just revenge; this was about doing justice for the woman who tried to save me, the woman whose plan Nova carried out six years ago."The second team is dedicated to financial and corporate archaeology," I continued, moving back to the business front, but the urgency was magnified. "We're going back six years, to the day the divorce papers were filed, and even before. We need to prove Tanya’s long-term malicious intent.""I want a forensic review of every corporate decision Tanya influenced that directly or indirectly benefited her or harmed Nova," I instructed. "When we split, Tanya oversaw the severance package

She paused, a sigh of aristocratic resignation escaping her lips. "This still reflects poorly on the family, but if Killian is determined to marry you, and if you are indeed the only person capable of managing his corporate liabilities, namely, the ridiculous Tanya, then I suppose I have no choice."She rose, her silk suit rustling. The concession wasn't a blessing; it was a reluctant tactical agreement."Very well, Nova," she said, her voice stiff. "I will manage the public relations disaster of this announcement. Killian is entirely too emotional to handle the necessary social maneuvering. We will host a small, elegant party this coming weekend at the estate. We will formally announce the engagement and present a unified, dignified front. You are an independent woman of standing, and you will behave as such. No more drama," she said.I stood up, offering her a cool, professional handshake. "Understood, Amelia. The drama ends now. Thank you for your support."She didn't smile, but he

"We can't prove that legally, Killian," Ty cautioned. "Not without confession.""But I know the truth," I said, looking at Nova, who was now holding my arm, her presence the only warmth in the room. "And I know how to use it. Tanya is not going to a corporate firing; she's going to a full-scale criminal investigation based on this evidence. We will use the corporate sabotage and assault charges to force her out, and then we hand this folder to a prosecutor."I stood up, pulling Nova into a quick, fierce hug. "Ty, prepare the termination letter. Rojas, Tanya is currently at her apartment, correct? I'm going to deliver this in person. I want you and two agents outside. If she makes any move toward a computer or a phone or tries to leave, you intervene immediately. Her game is over," I said.It was a slow Sunday, but my nerves were screaming. I felt heavy, not just from the files in my hand, but from the weight of six years of total, idiotic trust. The security teams were locked down out

It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was a total, absolute concession of power from the most influential woman in Killian's life. It was worth more than any social approval."He's coming back, Amelia," I promised her, my voice low and firm. "And Tanya will never touch him again."The wait stretched on, punctuated only by the occasional hushed arrival of a security detail or Ty's assistant, bringing us water and updates on the ongoing investigation.Finally, after what felt like an eternity that stretched well past midnight, the double doors swung open, and Dr. Ellias, the chief trauma surgeon, walked out. He looked exhausted, his scrubs bearing traces of the immense, horrible work he had just done. Amelia and I surged forward simultaneously."Doctor?" Amelia demanded, her hand flying to her chest. "How is he?"Dr. Ellias pulled down his mask, taking a slow breath. "He's alive, Mrs. Ashford. And he's stable. He was incredibly lucky. The letter opener—it was a deep, serious wound to

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the rail of the bed. "I'm not talking about Tanya. Nova and Marcus have her boxed into a corner so tight she's seeing stars. I'm talking about Nova. And I'm talking about Zachary."The name hit me like a second, internal stab wound. Zachary. Our son. The son we lost six years ago, the secret that defined the misery "She told you," I managed, the confession thick with shame."I'm her best friend, Killian. I was there," Vera said simply. "I was there when she had to say goodbye to the only piece of your life she carried with her."She met my gaze, and her eyes were fierce and unforgiving. "You know what was worse than the loss, Killian? It was the silence. You never knew. You never reached out. You let her walk away, branded as a thief, while she was privately mourning the loss of the child you didn't even know existed," she said.Tears started to burn in my eyes, mixing with the pain from the stabbing. I had been so consumed by Tanya's betraya