Todos os capítulos de Addicted To The Arranged Bride: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

***~~DANTE~~***My phone started ringing, and Julia frowned the moment she caught the look on my face as I stared at the screen.“Who is it?” she asked, leaning slightly to see.“Our company accountant,” I answered, already concerned because this woman never called unless something was seriously wrong. “She never reaches out directly, so whatever this is, it isn’t small.”I answered the call immediately.“Sir, you need to come right now,” she urged, her voice tight and controlled in a way that told me she was working hard to stay calm. “I’ve been monitoring the accounts, and I’m seeing unusual activity across multiple transactions. Three hundred billion dollars is missing from the company accounts.”I went completely still.“What?” The word escaped me louder than I intended. Zara turned to look at me with alarm.I ended the call and sat there for a second with the phone in my hand, my mind already moving fast through everything this meant.Three hundred billion dollars.Gone.My fir

***~~ZARA~~***Dante and I both stopped walking at the same time and turned around. Adrian was standing in the corridor behind us with his arms at his sides and his chin lifted like he had something important to say.I blinked.This man had just spent an entire board meeting sitting quietly at that table, not defending his brother, not saying a single word while investors talked about replacing Dante with him. Now we were leaving, and he suddenly found his voice.The timing alone told me everything I needed to know.“Did I just hear you speaking to me?” Dante questioned, turning fully to face him. His voice was low and deliberate, far more dangerous than if he had raised it.“Yes, I am talking to you,” Adrian confirmed, holding his ground.Dante looked at him for a long moment, and then something shifted in his expression from cold fury into something closer to exhausted disappointment.“Good,” he remarked. “So you do have a voice. You just decided not to use it when it actually wou

***~~DANTE~~***I walked Ethan through the building and brought him to the office I had already selected for him.The moment he stepped through the door and looked around, I could tell from the way his shoulders relaxed slightly that the space worked for him, which was all I needed to see.It still caught me off guard sometimes that he had agreed to work with us. Someone with his level of skill had walked into our situation and stayed, not because of money, at least not at first, but because of Zara.Because of who she was and how she had always treated the people around her without calculating what she might get in return. I was lucky in ways I was still discovering.“This office is comfortable,” Ethan remarked, running his eyes across the setup thoughtfully. “Good space, good light. But the tech situation is going to need work. There are not enough dedicated devices here for what I need to do properly.”“Send me a list,” I instructed immediately. “Brands, models, specs, everything

***~~ZARA~~***The first thing I heard when consciousness started pulling me back was Dante’s morning voice, clearly on a call.For a few seconds, I just lay there with my eyes still closed, listening to the familiar sound without processing the actual words, my brain was doing that slow, reluctant thing it does when it knows it has to wake up but is not ready to cooperate.Then I checked the time, and it was already past eight in the morning.I had slept deeply, really deeply, the kind of sleep that felt like it had swallowed me whole and only returned me to the surface when it decided it was done with me rather than the other way around.I could still feel yesterday in my body. I felt tired and slightly stiff. My eyes were also a little swollen from all the cryingThat reminded me.Right. We still had all of that to deal with.My brain woke up properly at that point, the full recap arrived without any invitation: the missing money, the board meeting, Ethan tracing the accounts, th

***~~ZARA~~***We got dressed and were on the highway, headed to the Wright mansion, when Dante’s phone started ringing from the cup holder between us. I glanced over and saw my mother-in-law’s name on the screen.I frowned.We were already on our way, so what was this about? Were we late? Had something changed about the meeting?I ran through the possibilities quickly, but nothing added up. Dante just kept his eyes on the road, his jaw set as he refused to reach for the phone.It kept ringing.He ignored it.I watched him for a second, then reached over and grabbed it myself, answered the call, and held it close to his ear so he could hear without taking his hands off the wheel.“Dante, stop the car,” his mother’s voice came through, and there was something different in it, something stripped of the usual cold authority she always carried. “Don’t come to the mansion. Turn around and come to the hospital right now.”Dante’s foot hit the brakes for half a second before he recalibrate