Todos os capítulos de Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The ambulance moved through the dark streets like a shadow, flanked by two vehicles matching its speed. City lights blurred outside. Marlowe slept, unaware of the silent exodus moving through its veins.Over the comms, John's voice came through from one of the decoy vehicles, calm but alert. "Primary convoy exiting hospital perimeter. Decoy two in motion. Feeds are looping.""Copy," Milton replied. His tone was clipped, steady. "Shadow One, maintain distance. Eyes open for tails."In the back of the unmarked ambulance, Alina sat by Charlotte, hand resting on her arm. Monitors hummed, green lines steady but fragile. Nathaniel sat across, tablet on his knees, quietly tracking their route."ETA to the hangar?" Sebastian asked, glancing at the live map on his tablet display."Ten minutes if traffic holds," John answered through the comms. "Decoys are splitting at the next junction."“Make it convincing,” Sebastian said.“It already is,” Milton confirmed. “Anyone watching won’t know which

The ambulance glided into the sublevel entrance of Atheria Medical Center, engines humming low in the echoing tunnel. The automatic gates sealed behind them, cutting off the outside world.Julian’s security team was already in place. Officers swept the perimeter again, flashlights cutting across steel and glass.“No breach,” one reported, though tension edged his voice.The back doors opened. Alina stepped down, cool air brushing her face. She stepped aside as Adam’s medical team moved in, guiding Charlotte’s stretcher out with practiced precision.Sebastian walked beside her, silent. Behind them, Julian’s men formed a protective line, scanning for anything out of place.The elevator opened with a soft chime, revealing a corridor bathed in soft light. Touchless panels lined the walls accessible only through coded ID's. The quiet hum of machines blended with the faint scent of antiseptic, clinical, precise, and carefully contained.They moved in sync, Adam at the front, giving instruct

The afternoon settled over Atheria Medical. Halls quiet except for the hum of monitors. Alina adjusted Charlotte’s blanket. Vitals steady, a small victory, but her mind stayed tense.Sebastian’s words lingered: the apology, his unexpected honesty, the way he said home, as if it could still mean them.She gripped the bedrail, grounding herself. Six years had hardened her, distance was discipline, silence safety. Yet hearing his voice tremble over the twins shook walls she thought unbreakable.A soft knock sounded.Julian stepped in. His expression softened when he saw her. “Still here?”Alina smiled faintly. "You know me."“I do. And I also know you haven’t eaten.”She almost laughed. "You sound like him."“That’s because he told me to check,” Julian said, grin edged with concern. “Sebastian’s downstairs with security. The press will get noisy soon.”Alina glanced at the faint drone outlines above the city. “I figured.”Julian added, “He means it, you know. About standing in front this

The corridor eased into silence after Arthur left, the distant steps of night-shift staff breaking the hush as Charlotte sat propped in bed, eyelids heavy, while Alina gently adjusted her blanket.“Will he come back?” Charlotte asked.Alina smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead. “He will. Your grandfather doesn’t make empty promises.”Charlotte glanced at the door. “He seemed… nice. Not like what people say.”Alina hesitated. “People only see one side. He’s more than what they say.”Sebastian stood by the window, arms folded. When Charlotte’s breathing eased, he spoke softly.“She trusts my dad so fast,” he murmured. “I just hope I can earn that kind of trust too.”Alina glanced at Charlotte. “You will. She just needs time. All of us do.”Her gaze shifted to the bedside monitor. “If her labs stay stable, she can be discharged, three days, maybe a week. She’ll recover better at home."Relief softened Sebastian’s shoulders. “Home. That’ll be good for her. For both of them.”“And N

As secrets surface and bloodlines are questioned, the Vaughn's must decide whether to stand together or let legacy tear them apart.Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Vaughn estate. The long table was set for brunch: polished silver, untouched pastries, steaming coffee. No one felt like eating.Arthur sat at the head, composed. Emilia gripped her teacup, untouched. Around them, Armando and Rebecca with their children, Lucien and Lucille, Antonio and Martina with Olivia and Jack, all waited in heavy silence.“So... I had to learn from the news that my son has two children. Twins.”Her voice trembled with hurt. “You knew. And said nothing? I’m his mother. I should’ve been the first to know.”Arthur's expression didn't change. "Exactly. You're his mother. That's why he didn't tell you. And you know for a fact why Alina left."The words landed hard. Emilia stiffened.“That woman hid them. From Sebastian. From all of us. For six years.”Rebecca asked quietly, “She protected