All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRES BROKEN HEIRESS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DANGEROUS GAMESThe false documents were planted by evening.Gianna worked with the precision of a surgeon. Emails discussing next month's commission meeting. Calendar invites. Strategy memos left "carelessly" in Dante's office where Isabelle would find them during her next board meeting."She'll access them within forty-eight hours," Gianna predicted, reviewing the setup one more time. "She can't help herself. The woman's addicted to information.""And when she does?" I asked."She'll report to Vincent immediately. He'll have a month to prepare his defense. Build his counter narrative. Gather his allies." Gianna smiled. "And none of it will matter. Because we'll have already destroyed him."We were in Dante's war room. Maps and files covering every surface. The commission presentation was in nine days now. Everything had to be perfect."The informal session has twelve members confirmed," Marco said, pulling up attendance records. "We

We spent the next six hours rebuilding our entire strategy.Patterson's files arrived by evening. Encrypted. Comprehensive. Everything Vincent had hired him for over the past two years. He kept a good work record.Surveillance operations. Background checks. Intimidation jobs. And most damning a complete list of commission members Patterson had investigated on Vincent's behalf."He has dirt on eleven of them," I said, scrolling through the files. "Financial crimes. Affairs. Operations that violate commission rules. Everything he'd need to keep them in line.""Which means the informal meeting is useless." Dante was pacing. The way he did when strategizing. "Even if we present evidence, even if it's irrefutable they'll vote to suppress. To protect themselves.""So we don't give them a choice." I pulled up the media contacts Gianna had prepared. "We go with Plan B. Nuclear option. Leak everything simultaneously to every ou

I woke to the taste of blood in my mouth and the smell of concrete.My head throbbed. Vision blurred. Hands bound behind me. Sitting in a chair that was bolted to the floor.Professional. Prepared. This wasn't improvised this was planned."Aria." Dante's voice. Strained. Close.I forced my eyes open. Found him across from me. Maybe ten feet away. Same position bound to a chair, bolted down. Blood trickling from a cut above his eyebrow."You're awake." Relief flooded his voice. "Thank god. You've been out for..I don't know. Hours, maybe."I took inventory. We were in a basement. Concrete walls. Single door. No windows. One harsh light overhead. The kind of place designed for criminal interrogations.For pain."Where are we?" My voice was rough."Don't know. They moved us while we were unconscious. We could be anywhere." He tested his restraints. "These are serious. Mil

We had six hours to prepare for what was likely a suicide mission.Six hours to plan. To strategize. To say everything that needed saying before we walked into Vincent's trap. I wondered how the tables turned, we had him in our hands now he manipulates us and controls us.Marco was coordinating security teams. Positioning snipers around Pier 17. Setting up surveillance. Preparing extraction protocols if or when things went wrong.Gianna was monitoring communications. Tracking Vincent's movements. Trying to pinpoint exactly where he was holding Lucia.And Dante and I....We were standing in the safe house armory. Selecting weapons. Checking ammunition. Preparing for war."Body armor," I said, pulling a vest from the rack. "If Vincent's planning an ambush, we need..""He'll account for that." Dante was loading magazines. Methodical. Precise. "He'll aim for headshots. For vulnerabilities. Body armor might slow us down more than it helps.

Morning came too soon. I am hollowed out.I woke on a couch in Ghost's safe house. Fully clothed. Weapon still holstered. Body aching from everything.But that wasn't what hurt.What hurt was the loop playing in my mind. Over and over.Matteo standing on that pier. Alive. After seven years of thinking he was dead. Seven years of grief and guilt and believing I was the only Moretti left.And then hours later watching him die because of my selfish choice. This time he really died. This time with no hope of resurrection.I had him back for..what? Hours? A minute? Not enough time. Not nearly enough time to...To process. To reconnect. To understand how he'd survived. Where he'd been. What he'd..Gone. Before I could ask the questions. Before I could...connect."Mama?"I looked up. Luca stood in the doorway. Hair messy from sleep. Looking at me with concern that was too old for six years."Hey, baby." My v