Semua Bab I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Four's POVI had seven days to find a ghost or watch my family die. The weight of that deadline pressed against my chest every second. Every breath felt borrowed. Every heartbeat counted down to nothing.Manuel spread files across my dining room table at midnight. Rivera brought federal contacts who owed him favours. We worked in careful silence because one wrong move would trigger the cartel's threat. They said no federal involvement beyond Rivera. That meant we walked a razor's edge between cooperation and betrayal."Yates has been moving every seventy-two hours," Manuel said. "Prague. Vienna. Athens. Always cities with strong privacy laws. Always cash transactions. No credit cards. No bank accounts under any name we know.""He is smart," Rivera added. "Too smart. He has done this before.""Then how do we find him?"Manuel pulled up a laptop screen. "He has a weakness. Ego. Look at these."Anonymous messages filled the screen. Sent to my personal email over the last month. Taunting.

Veronica's POVFour came home from Colombia broken. Not physically. The bruises and cuts healed within days. But something inside him had shattered and I watched the pieces fall every time he closed his eyes. He barely spoke for the first three days. Just held Monte. Stared at the walls. Startled at sudden sounds.I did not push. I had learned through my own healing that trauma needed space before it needed words. So I stayed close. Cooked his favourite meals. Let him know through touch and presence that he was safe. That he was home. Whatever happened in Colombia stayed in Colombia unless he chose to bring it into our lives.Manuel visited on the fourth day. He sat with Four in the backyard while I watched from the kitchen window. I could not hear their conversation but I saw Four's shoulders shake. Saw him put his head in his hands. Saw Manuel grip his shoulder like a brother.When Manuel left he stopped in the kitchen. "He will be okay. It takes time. What he did was impossible and

Four's POVI watched Veronica turn Sarah's business card over in her hands for three days straight. She carried it everywhere. Kitchen counter. Bedroom nightstand. Coffee table. The decision haunted her and I understood why. This was not just about her anymore. This was about all of us.We talked about it late at night when Monte was asleep. Veronica curled against my chest while I ran my fingers through her hair. The bedroom was dark except for the streetlight filtering through the curtains. Safe. Quiet. Our sanctuary."What are you thinking?" I asked."That I want to do it. That terrifies me. I do not know if wanting something and being ready for it are the same thing.""They are not always the same. But sometimes you have to jump before you feel ready.""Is that what you did? When you came to find me?""Yes. I was not ready to face you. To confront everything I had done wrong. But I jumped anyway because the alternative was losing you forever."She was quiet for a moment. "The docu

Four's POV The café smelled like burnt coffee and regret. I sat by the window, watching strangers pass, wondering if any of them carried secrets as heavy as mine. My phone buzzed. She was here. Elena walked in and I recognised her immediately. Not from resemblance but from the way she moved. Guarded. Careful. Like she expected the world to hurt her and had learned to hurt it first. She was thirty-five, dressed in a sharp blazer that screamed lawyer, her dark hair pulled back tight. But it was her eyes that stopped me. Cold grey eyes. My father's eyes. She sat down without greeting me. No handshake. No smile. Just assessment. "You look different from what I expected," she said. "So do you." She ordered black coffee. I already had mine, though I had not touched it. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken histories and shared damage.

  Four's POV The lawyer's office smelled like old paper and secrets. I sat between Veronica and Elena, staring at the small recording device on the table. Marcus, my attorney, stood by the window. Elena's lawyer sat across from us. Nobody spoke. We all knew what was coming. "Are you ready?" the lawyer asked. I was not ready. I would never be ready. But I nodded anyway. He pressed play. My father's voice filled the room and I stopped breathing. I had not heard that voice in years but my body remembered it instantly. Every muscle tensed. My hands curled into fists. Veronica grabbed my arm, anchoring me. "This is the confession of Antonio Lasombra," my father's voice said. Calm. Measured. Like he was discussing stock portfolios instead of murder. "I am recording this because I want the truth known after my death. Not for redemption. I d