Lahat ng Kabanata ng Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Duncan’s search had yielded nothing. He had tapped every Hart resource, every contact, every informal channel. Everything pointed to a single conclusion: the woman he had seen was Dr. Elara Kessler, not Alina Hart.No past records. No old credentials. No institutional trace of the woman he knew as Alina. He hadn’t told his father or his brother Cyrus yet, not until he was certain.And yet... her face, her mannerisms, her way of speaking, the quiet precision with which she carried herself in medicine, it was uncanny. Two people could not be exactly the same. And she was a doctor, like Alina. The resemblance was too precise, too deliberate. He could not let it go.He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “Impossible,” he muttered. “Two people, and yet...”

Whitmore Academy came alive early.Students crossed the quad in loose clusters, voices low, backpacks slung over shoulders. Inside the Medical Sciences building, Dr. Elara Kessler adjusted her blazer and took a steady breath.First days were procedural. New campus. New department. New routine.She entered the building with quiet confidence.Inside, department staff welcomed her politely. A brief tour followed, lecture halls, simulation labs, faculty offices. She nodded, listened, absorbed names and schedules. Medical Sciences was well funded, competitive, prestigious. Exactly what she’d expected.Her first lecture was with upper-level students. She introduced herself simply.“I&rsquo

And that night, while the mansion slept, Charlotte packed a small backpack.No plan. No destination. Just the raw need to leave.She slipped out through a side door near the servants’ wing, past security she knew by heart. No note. She left her phone on the study table, knowing it would only help them find her.The house was silent behind her, the halls empty except for the shadows.Morning came.Agnes, already in the kitchen, sensed something was off. Charlotte hadn’t come down for breakfast and it's late already.She went up, knocked softly on her bedroom door. “Charlotte? Breakfast.”No answer.

Nathaniel’s heart pounded as he stared at the blank screen. The call had dropped. They must have passed through a low signal area.Still, Nathaniel didn’t panic. His training took over.His fingers moved fast as he pulled the last signal data and ran a quick trace. Within seconds, he had a direction. The white car, the one Charlotte had gotten into was moving northeast.His breath caught... Heading straight toward Birmingham.He grabbed his phone and dialed. “Uncle Duncan,” Nathaniel said, keeping his voice steady. “Charlotte just called me, but the signal dropped. I traced the number. She’s in a white car, heading toward Birmingham. I don’t have an exact location yet, just direction. We need to intercept.”

Charlotte’s hands trembled as she knelt beside the woman who had saved her. “Mom… Mom!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face.Alina, Dr. Elara Kessler lay unconscious on the ground. Charlotte’s arms trembled around her, but she was uninjured; her mother had shielded her from the moving car.Sebastian, Nathaniel, and Duncan came running, urgency in every step. Alina’s guard and driver were already rushing over. One of the guards bent down, trying to lift her.Sebastian was faster. He crouched and lifted her firmly. “Milton! Bring the car over, now!” he shouted. Turning to Duncan, he added, “Check on Charlotte. Take her to the hospital as well.”“Sebastian!” Clara shouted, her frustration sharp. He ign