บททั้งหมดของ Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The lights of Atheria stretched beneath the jet as it descended, a lattice of gold and shadow spreading toward the horizon. The moment the wheels touched the runway, Sebastian was already unbuckling. No one spoke. They didn’t need to.The private terminal was quiet, sealed off from commercial traffic. John was first through the door, scanning, already moving. Cars waited at the edge of the tarmac, engines running, drivers looking straight ahead. No greetings. No delays.Inside the lead vehicle, the door shut with a solid thud. The city blurred past the tinted windows as they pulled onto the road.Alina sat still, posture composed, but her fingers tapped once against the leather seat before she stilled them. “They could’ve moved her again,” she said quietly. “Or this is deliberate. Knox doesn’t improvise.”Sebastian watched the streets, noting intersections, reflections, gaps. “He doesn’t react,” he agreed. “He anticipates. Which means we assume this is staged until proven otherwise.”

The Vaughn mansion was quiet when they arrived, too quiet for a house that had been holding its breath.The doors hadn’t even closed when Charlotte appeared at the top of the stairs, barefoot, hair loose. She ran straight into Alina’s arms, relief and emotion exploding all at once.“You’re home,” Charlotte said, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder, breathless, as if the house itself had been waiting.Alina closed her eyes and held her tightly, just long enough to feel the weight in her chest ease.“I’m here,” she said softly. “I didn’t go far.”Charlotte pulled back slightly, searching her face. “You look tired.”Alina allowed herself a faint, weary smile. “I am. But seeing you both makes everything else disappear.”Nathaniel stood a few steps behind, measured and reserved as ever, but the tension in his shoulders eased when he saw her, standing, healed, steady.“You’re okay,” he said quietly, not as a question.“Yes,” Alina replied. “I am.”He nodded once, accepted it, then ste

The Vaughn mansion was quiet, but Alina wasn’t. Screens glowed around her, displaying medical charts, financial records, and encrypted communications. Every line, every timestamp, every transaction moved under her scrutiny. She wasn’t just analyzing, she was hunting.Jonathan Hart’s death had always felt off. Officially, a sudden heart attack. Routine. Textbook. But Alina, a doctor and a computer genius, saw the gaps immediately: unusual lab results, medications that didn’t match the timeline, odd approvals routed through intermediaries. Alone, nothing proved anything, but combined, they painted a pattern.Her hacking skills filled in the blanks. Knox’s offshore accounts, Catherine’s shell companies, suspicious payments, they all lined up. And then she found it: a small transfer through a medical supplier, labeled innocuously as a “consulting fee,” the week before her father died. The supplier dealt in cardiac drugs. The timing. The chain. It all pointed to Knox... and Catherine’s inv

People don’t fall because they’re exposed, they fall because they move too soon.Catherine didn’t call Knox right away.She waited. Let the office settle into its familiar rhythm, the low hum of climate control, distant footsteps, the illusion of order returning. Only when the space felt predictable again did she close the door, activate the sound dampening, and place the call.Knox answered on the second ring.“She’s not speculating anymore,” Catherine said. “She’s auditing.”Silence. Knox never rushed it when it mattered.“How far?” he asked.“Far enough to stop asking questions,” Catherine replied. “She traced approvals, oversight paths, systems no one ever looks at closely.”Another pause. Longer this time.“That means she’s past grief,” Knox said. “Past emotion.”“Yes. She’s thinking like a physician. And like someone who understands infrastructure.”“So she’s already moving.”“She is,” Catherine said. “She didn’t accuse me. She didn’t confront anyone. She mapped the system.”A q

Alina’s decision had set events in motion. No confrontation. No visible strike. Yet the consequences spread, subtle, relentless.Sebastian stepped into his office. Everything looked normal: clean desk, muted screens, orderly light. Still, the tension was immediate.Julian stood by the window, tablet in hand, scanning live updates. “Knox and Catherine are moving,” he said without looking up. “Confident as always. But the systems they rely on... they’re straining.”Sebastian’s eyes followed the streams. “Alina’s moves are faster than expected. The redundancies they trusted... they’re cracking.”“She’s not reacting,” Julian said. “She’s directing. Every adjustment they make feeds her map.”“And Knox and Catherine, still convinced they’re in control,” Sebastian said. “They don’t see the foundation shifting beneath them.”He nodded. “They’re being measured, not challenged. Every pressure point we flagged, she’s already probing.”Across the city, Alina worked with quiet precision. Screens s