All Chapters of Threesome With My Husband And His Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Diaz brought her team to the Tessa Designs studio the following morning.Grace met them there with Jennifer, who had come in early and set up access to every account, every supplier file, every shipping record the company held. Jennifer did not ask what it was for. She had been through enough by now to understand that when Grace asked for something she needed it fully and she needed it fast.Diaz set up at the main table with two analysts and a laptop connected to the FBI's secure network. Grace sat across from her with the supplier files spread between them. They worked through the list methodically, name by name, company by company.The first supplier was clean. A family operation in Portugal, three generations, audited annually. Grace had visited their factory twice.The second was flagged immediately. Diaz's analyst pulled the corporate registration and found two layers of holding companies before arriving at a name Grace recognised from the Velour Holdings documentation. Grace lo

Aiden was at the penthouse within twenty minutes.He looked at the photographs spread across the kitchen table. He looked at the fourteen clean-edged absences where he had been removed. He looked at the last one, face-down, and Grace told him what was written on the back without turning it over.She watched his face go through several things. Then it settled."Show me," he said.She turned the last photograph over.He read it. He set it back down face-down.Grace looked at him. "Someone wants to destabilise us," she said. "That is what this is. It is not a threat, it is not information, it is a psychological operation designed to make us doubt each other or retreat or go quiet." She paused. "Which means we are frightening them. You don't run a psychological operation against people who aren't a threat."Aiden looked at the photographs. Then at her."Then we stop going quiet," he said."Yes," Grace said. "That's exactly what we do."They talked about it for an hour.They had been caref

The email arrived at six in the morning. Grace saw it because she was already awake, already at the kitchen table, the laptop open. The sender address was a string of characters that resolved to nothing traceable. The subject line read: A conversation between equals. She opened it. The email was short. Precise. Written in English that was grammatically perfect in the way of someone who had learned it formally rather than naturally. No pleasantries, no threats, no reference to anything that had passed between them. Alexei Volkov wished to purchase Tessa Designs. The offered price was two hundred million dollars. Legitimate paperwork, clean transfer, registered through channels that would survive scrutiny. No litigation. No further injunctions. No more demonstrations near family members. Everyone, the email said, walked away. Grace read it once. Then she read it again. She was not reading it to understand the offer. She had understood the offer on the first reading. She was rea

Diaz confirmed it within the hour.Lily's phone had been cloned the week of the rest stop. A device placed in physical proximity to her phone long enough to mirror it completely — contacts, messages, call logs, everything she sent and received from that point forward. The network had been reading her communications for months without her knowing.The mountain house reference had come through a voice note Lily had sent Aiden four months ago. Casual, three sentences, mentioning she hoped he and Grace might use the mountain house over Christmas. She had not thought about it again after she sent it.Grace called her.Lily arrived at the penthouse within the hour. She came in and sat down and listened while Grace explained it, and Grace watched her face go through the specific sequence she had come to recognise in people receiving this kind of information — disbelief first, then the rapid internal review of everything they had sent and said and shared, then the particular horror of underst

Diaz brought the first summary to the penthouse the following morning. Not the documents themselves — those were in a secure FBI facility being catalogued by a team of six analysts who had been working through the night. What Diaz brought was a fourteen-page summary of what they had found so far, printed and placed in a plain folder, which she set on the kitchen table and opened without ceremony. "Forty-three years of records," Diaz said. "Going back to before Mason was born. Richard and Catherine Hartwell's relationship with what became the Volkov network predates Volkov's current leadership. It began with Volkov's predecessor, a man named Gregor Vass, in the early nineteen-eighties." She turned a page. "Catherine kept everything. Correspondence, signed agreements, payment records, meeting notes. In her own handwriting, in bound ledgers, cross-referenced by date and subject." Grace looked at the summary page. Columns of dates and categories. Payments. Names. Locations. Decisions