All Chapters of Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Some truths don’t surface, they wait to be claimed.Alina left the mansion after her conversation with Wilfred. The drive to Vaughn Enterprises felt longer than usual, every familiar turn pulling her back to a time before she left Marlowe, before the twins, before everything fractured and reformed.Wilfred’s words replayed in her mind, her father, Knox, Catherine, the inheritance, the secrets buried beneath years of silence. She needed clarity. Perspective. There was only one person she trusted without reservation: Sebastian.She stepped into the lobby and dialed John. “Is Sebastian in his office? I’m downstairs,” she said evenly.“He’s in a meeting with the department heads,” John replied. “Shall I let him know you’re here?”“Yes. Please.”Minutes later, inside the boardroom, Sebastian’s sharp gaze scanned a stack of reports as he listened to his team. Heads were down, pens scribbling notes, tension thick in the air. He had been scolding, scrutinizing, pressing for answers with his u

“This time, though, she wasn’t coming back as she once was... and she wasn’t facing it alone.”The house wasn’t quiet. It was waiting.Two days later, the Vaughn mansion felt tense, every room aware that something important was about to happen.Suitcases were by the door. Security was tighter. Staff moved quietly, organizing everything around Alina like a careful shield.Sebastian ended a call, voice steady and decisive. “All set. Convoy leaves in an hour. We’re covered.”Alina nodded, letting the weight settle. This wasn’t just a trip to Marlowe. It was a step toward answers she could no longer avoid.Arthur arrived, warmth in motion, arms already open for the twins.“You’re leaving me the best company in the world,” he said, scooping them up. “I plan to spoil you shamelessly.”Charlotte clung to Alina, face buried in her side.“Mommy... do you really have to go?”Alina brushed her hair back gently. “Just for a little while, sweetheart. I promise.”Nathaniel stepped forward, calm and

“Some truths come dressed as courtesy, but carry a knife beneath.”The afternoon sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the Marlowe estate. The day felt measured, quiet, as though the house itself understood something important was coming.Alina paced the sitting room, fingertips skimming the papers Sam had laid out across the table. Drafts. Notes. Fragments of her father’s intentions. They anchored her, yet reminded her how much she still didn’t know. Every clause, every contingency, every deliberate choice now rested squarely on her shoulders.Sebastian watched from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, composed as always. “You’ve got people watching, backups in place. Nothing happens without us knowing.” He said quietly, voice calm but firm.“I know,” Alina said softly, but with quiet resolve. “I was never close to her. But I remember her well enough, she doesn’t act recklessly. Calm on the outside, sharp on the inside. Every word, every gesture... it’s calculated.

“Trust no one.”The basement seemed to pulse with quiet intent, as if it had been waiting just for her.“How... how could I even open this?” Alina murmured, fingertips brushing the hidden panel. What had he been thinking, that I’d know?She pressed gently. To her surprise, the wall shifted instantly, sliding aside with a soft click. How did he do that? she wondered. Darkness yawned beyond, carrying the scent of stone, dust, and decades of secrets. She had never stepped foot in this room before, only years ago, she had come here to fetch her father’s wine. Somehow, that brief memory, that tiny familiarity, had been enough.Wilfred stepped back, voice low. “Every step is yours. Nothing moves without you.”Alina’s pulse raced as she stepped inside the hidden room. Lanterns flickered, casting narrow beams across meticulously arranged documents, boxes, and small chests. Each object seemed to hum with intent, a record of planning, memory, and protection.Her eyes caught a familiar shape at

“Everything Jonathan built… tightens around Alina, not me.”Some betrayals aren’t loud. They don’t explode. They whisper, settle, and rot beneath the surface until the damage is beyond saving.Marlowe carried that kind of silence.The Hart estate here was serene, composed, nothing like the sharp, polished power of Birmingham, where Jonathan’s family once ruled with influence, authority, and wealth. Birmingham had been legacy. Control. Old money and established power.Jonathan walked away from all of it for Catherine.He married her against his family’s wishes.Left Birmingham.Chose love over lineage.Chose Marlowe... chose her.And that was exactly what destroyed him.A memory flickered through Catherine’s thoughts... Marlowe, years ago.She and Knox had been reckless then, tied together by ambition and a dangerous, intoxicating bond. But Knox always saw more. He saw Jonathan’s worth, his family’s reach, the inheritance, the influence. He knew the game, and he knew patience always wi