《MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW.》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 138 章

THIRD PERSON POV The call came in the dead of night, the kind of hour when most men were either asleep or pretending the world outside their walls didn’t exist. Daniel’s voice on the line was clipped, professional, but Ocean could hear the undercurrent of finality in it. “We have him.” Ocean stood in the darkened hallway of the Guildford house, one hand braced against the wall. Lola was upstairs with Storm, both of them finally settled after a restless evening. The baby had been fussy, picking up on the tension that still lingered in the air weeks after the tribunal. Ocean had been about to join them when the phone vibrated. “Where?” he asked. “Lisbon. Private villa under an old alias, he was trying to slip out to Morocco tomorrow. The DiMarco crew caught him at the airfield. They’re bringing him back now.” Ocean closed his eyes for a second. Thirty years. A partnership that had once felt like bedrock had rotted from the inside, and now the final piece was falling into pla

Third Person The tribunal convened on a Tuesday in the same Mayfair room that had hosted every significant judgment in this organization’s recent history. This time the room was fuller than it had been in months. Faces filled the seats around the long table and lined the walls...more eyes than usual watching, more weight in the air. Vincent Caruso sat at the head where tradition placed the family bringing the grievance, though this time the grievance belonged squarely to Ocean himself. Dmitri Volkov was present, composed and careful as always, no doubt spending the past two months trying to make people forget how closely he had once aligned himself with Michael Santos. The neutral parties had turned out in full...four families represented... their attendance no longer a mere formality but a clear sign of active interest in seeing this matter resolved correctly after the mistakes of the last tribunal. Caruso stood at the position he had occupied for fifteen years. He looked tired i

Lola's POV He doesn’t look away. That surprises me. The Ethan I knew always looked away from things he couldn’t control. He looked away from consequences, from discomfort, from anything that required him to sit inside his own mess rather than throw it onto someone smaller. This Ethan looks at the gun, then at my face, and holds my gaze. Maybe weeks sitting alone in a room in South London does something to a person. Strips the avoidance away until what’s left is just the bare fact of who you are and what you’ve done. I look at him for a long moment. I let myself really look. Four years of this face. This face leaning over me in the dark. This face cycling through charm, cruelty, indifference, and rage. This face that was the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw every night for four years of my life that I can never get back. I look at it now. I’m not afraid. I said that to myself in the bedroom before we left the house this morning. Standing in front of th

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN Various POVs Ocean Storm laughs for the first time on a Tuesday morning in February. Not a full laugh. Not yet. It’s the preliminary version... that bright burst of air and delight babies make before they’ve developed the full machinery of laughter. It lasts maybe two seconds and then disappears, like he’s still figuring out what this sound is for. I’m the one who causes it. I don’t even know how. I’m sitting on the floor of the sitting room with him lying on his back on the play mat Sophia brought last month. I’m making some ridiculous face, the kind I would never make in any professional setting anywhere on earth, and he looks up at me and makes that sound. I freeze. He does it again. I make the face again. He makes the sound again. We go back and forth like this for a solid four minutes. Same ridiculous face from me. Same delighted burst from him. Like we’ve stumbled onto a private frequency only the two of us can hear. Lola appears i