Semua Bab I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Beverly's POVI watched my daughter laugh at something Four said across the breakfast table and felt my chest tighten with a mother's protective instinct. Veronica looked radiant in the morning light streaming through the kitchen windows. Happy in a way I had not seen in years.Four reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was so tender and natural that it made my throat close. This was what I had wanted for my daughter. A man who looked at her like she was his entire world.But happiness always came with a price.I had learned about Prosecutor Nathan Graves three days ago through my charity connections. His vendetta against Four was not about justice. It was about ambition and career advancement. He wanted to destroy a man who was trying to build a legitimate life with my daughter and grandson.That made it personal.I excused myself from breakfast and went to my study. Closed the door and pulled out the file I had been compiling. Nathan Graves had a hist

  Thomas's POV I stood outside Veronica's therapy office and heard enough through the barely closed door to understand what she had uncovered. Someone close had betrayed her to Jason. Someone who knew her routines and schedule and life. My hands clenched into fists. Veronica had been through hell and discovering a traitor in her inner circle would destroy what little trust she had left. I could not let that happen. Not without answers. I drove straight to Four's estate and found Manuel in the security office. He looked up from his monitors when I entered. "Thomas. What brings you here?" "I need access to old security footage. From the months before Jason died. Every camera angle we have of Veronica's movements and the people around her." Manuel studied my face. "This about the traitor?" "You

  Four's POV I stood at the window of my study watching Monte play in the garden below. Veronica sat beside him on the grass laughing at something he said. The sunlight caught her hair and made it shine like copper. This was everything I had fought for. Everything I had tried to build. A family. A life. A future untainted by my past. But my father's ghosts refused to let me go. Detective Rivera's revelation kept playing in my mind. Vincent Carver and Gregory St. James. My father's closest allies in the criminal empire he had built. Men I had forced out when I took control and tried to make our operations legitimate. I thought pushing them out had ended their influence. I was wrong. They had spent years waiting for revenge and using every crisis in my life as an opportunity to destroy me. Jason's kidnapping attempt. Mia's stalking. De

  Veronica's POV I found Four asleep in the chair beside Manuel's hospital bed at three in the morning. His head was tilted at an angle that would leave his neck aching. Dark stubble covered his jaw. The expensive suit he wore three days ago was wrinkled and stained with coffee. My heart twisted. For months this man had carried everything. Protected Monte and me from Jason's violence. Survived Mia's attempts to destroy us. Faced down prosecutors and blackmailers and his father's vengeful associates. He had been my rock through every storm. Now he was breaking. And it was my turn to be strong. I touched his shoulder gently. His eyes opened, unfocused and red. "Hey. You need to go home." "I cannot leave him." "Manuel is stable. The nurses are monitoring him every hour. You need a real bed and actual sleep." I brush

  Margaret's POV The physical therapist pushed my shoulder back and I bit down hard to keep from crying out. Three months since that Moretti nurse shot me and my body still screamed in protest at every movement. "You are doing great, Mrs Chen. Another week and we can increase the weight training." Great felt like an exaggeration. I could barely lift my arm above my head. But I smiled and nodded because complaining never fixed anything. Four visited that afternoon like he did every Tuesday and Thursday. He brought flowers, which made me uncomfortable because I was staff, not family. But he insisted. "How are you feeling?" "Better. The therapist says I am progressing well." Four sat in the chair beside my hospital bed. He looked tired. The trial had taken everything out of him. "Margaret, I need to say something. Y