All Chapters of Goodbye My Billionaire Ex-Husband Watch Me Win : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jason POVMy name is Jason Blackwell, and two years ago, I was sentenced to twenty years in afederal prison for fraud, embezzlement, and tax evasion. The charges stemmed from myuse of Emily's family connections to build Blackwell Industries connections I'd obtainedthrough marriage under false pretenses, then exploited without her knowledge or consent.The judge showed no mercy. "Mr. Blackwell, you married Emily Lothan specifically toaccess her family's wealth and business networks. You manipulated financial documents,forged her signature on investment transfers, and essentially stole from your own wife forseven years. Twenty years is generous considering the magnitude of your crimes."Emily sat in the courtroom, stone-faced, while I was led away in handcuffs. Shedidn't cry or flinch. Just watched me disappear with the same expression she'dworn for the last three years of our marriage. The look of someone who'd already mournedme long before I was actually gone.The custody bat

Emily POVFifty-six hours remaining.I sat across from my supposedly dead mother in what looked like a state of the art geneticslaboratory, drinking tea like we were having a normal family reunion instead of a hostagenegotiation over the female twins."You're wondering why you're not restrained," Catherine said, reading my expressionperfectly. "Why I brought you here voluntarily instead of by force?""The thought crossed my mind.""Because, Emily, you're not my prisoner. You're my partner. Or you will be, once youunderstand what I've built."She gestured to the wall of monitors behind her. Each screen showed a different child:Catherine and Sofia in medical incubators, hooked to advanced monitoring equipment."They're both here," I breathed. "Both of them, you have them both.""Not me. We. They're our children, Emily. Yours biologically, mine genetically. Let me showyou something."She pulled up a holographic display of DNA sequences rotating in three dimensional space."This is

Jason POVI sat in a Moscow emergency room getting treated for blast injuries while doctors askedquestions I couldn't answer honestly. "Gas leak" seemed to satisfy them explosionsurvivors were common enough in Russia that they didn't investigate too carefully.Someone had saved my life. A text message, seconds before the warehouse exploded.Who knew I was walking into that trap? Who cared enough to warn me?My phone buzzed. Video call from an unknown number.I answered cautiously. "Hello?"Michael appeared on screen, smiling. "Jason. Glad to see you survived my little surprise.Someone tipped you off, I assume?""What do you want?""To make you an offer. Your children Lily and Ethan are currently in my facility, safe andcomfortable. I could release them to you right now, tonight, no ransom required.""Why would you do that?""Because Emily doesn't care about you. She'll never forgive you for what you did. But thosechildren? They still love their father. If I release Lily and Ethan

Nathan POVFifty-two hours remaining.I stood in the American embassy in Moscow, surrounded by diplomats who were pretendingthis was a negotiation instead of a hostage exchange."Mr. Zhou," the Russian Foreign Minister said, "your wife has agreed to voluntaryparticipation in genetic research for five years in exchange for custody transfer of fivechildren to her father. This is a perfect legal arrangement between consenting adults.""It's extortion.""It's a compromise. Mrs. Zhou could fight for years through international courts with noguarantee of success. Or she accepts our offer and reunites with her family today. She chosefamily. Admirable, really."I wanted to punch him.But I was here as a Lothan family representative, which meant diplomacy over violence."The Lothan family formally objects to this arrangement. We're prepared to offer alternativecompensation""Money doesn't interest us, Mr. Zhou. Genetic research does. Ms. Lothan's unique geneticsare worth more than any f

Vanessa POVThree weeks after Emily was taken into Russian custody, I sat in my Dubai penthouse. An apartment paid for by an oil billionaire I married after Jason's public destruction. I watched news coverage of the"genetic research cooperation" that everyone pretended was voluntary.Emily Lothan, the woman whose life I'd helped destroy, was now a prisoner of science. AndI was partially responsible.My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer, but curiosity won."Ms. Brooks, this is Dr. Michael. We met briefly during your relationship with JasonBlackwell."Michael, the fertility specialist who'd organized the embryo thefts,who'd been involved in kidnapping Emily's children."I have nothing to say to you.""But I have much to say to you. Specifically, about the pharmaceutical contacts youprovided my associate three months ago when he paid you five million dollars for information aboutEmily's family structure."I felt sick. "I didn't know what he'd use it for and I didn'