Alle Kapitel von THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN SIN : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Edwin’s POVThe room was still dark when I woke up, but the gray light creeping through the curtains told me it was morning. Daniel’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breathing slow and even against the back of my neck. For a few seconds I let myself pretend last night hadn’t happened , the bar, the money, the angry sex that had felt like punishment and forgiveness at the same time. His body was warm, solid, the same body that had held me through Mom’s funeral and the worst of the grief. I pressed back against him, just a little, and his arm tightened instinctively even in sleep.Then the memory crashed back in.The eight hundred dollars still sitting on my nightstand.The way he’d looked at me when he found me on the floor.The way he’d fucked me like he was trying to erase someone else’s touch.I slipped out from under his arm carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. My legs felt unsteady as I padded to the bathroom. The mirror showed exactly what I expected , eyes red-rimmed, lips

Edwin’s POVThe money was still in my pocket when I woke up the next morning.Eight hundred dollars, crumpled and warm against my thigh, like a brand I couldn’t wash off. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling cracks, the same ones I used to count when Mom’s coughing kept me awake, and felt the shame settle deeper into my bones. The bar. The woman. The mechanical way I’d moved through the night like the old Edwin had never left.Daniel hadn’t texted.Not once since I’d walked out of his office yesterday after the angry sex in the copy room. No “I love you.” No “I’m sorry.” Just silence. The same cold silence he’d wrapped around himself since the board meeting, the same distance he kept putting between us “for my safety.”I hated how much it hurt.I hated how much I still wanted him anyway.Ruby was already gone for school. The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant traffic outside. I dragged myself out of bed, showered until the water ran cold, a

Edwin's POV The conference room was silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling vents and the distant murmur of voices from the hallway. I sat rigid in my chair, eyes fixed on the screen in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere, reeling from the latest bombshell I’d uncovered. Ashcroft Sr., the ghost who still owned everything, was on the line again. I’d stumbled upon a video feed in the archives, a grainy recording from years ago, showing him in a clandestine meeting with Victor Hale. Their faces were obscured, but the unmistakable gesture, the way Victor leaned in, the subtle exchange of a sealed envelope, confirmed what I’d suspected: these two had been working in tandem all along.My stomach clenched. The pieces clicked into place with brutal clarity. Ashcroft Sr., my supposed benefactor, my employer, was complicit in the very corruption I’d been trying to expose. All of this time, I’d been naive to think I was fighting for justice, when in truth, I’d been pawns in their game

Edwin’s POVThe office was quiet, the hum of the fluorescent lights a dull background to the storm raging inside me. I sat at my desk, staring at the document in front of me, a simple printout from the company archive. It was a file I’d stumbled upon purely by accident, or so I’d told myself. Now, I knew better. This was the proof I’d been searching for, the final piece that confirmed what I’d suspected all along.My fingers trembled as I traced the words on the page: *Internship Recommendation – Ashcroft Sr.*. It was an official document, stamped and signed, detailing how I’d been recommended for the internship at Ashcroft Global. But what struck me most wasn’t the formal language or the signature, it was the name at the top: Ashcroft Sr.I stared at it, feeling the weight of the revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. My entire life, I’d believed I’d earned my place through hard work, through the chance of being in the right place at the right time. But now, I saw the truth: this

Edwin’s POVThe private jet was quieter than I expected.Not silent , the engines hummed steadily beneath us , but the cabin felt sealed off from the world, a bubble of leather seats, dark wood paneling, and soft lighting that made everything feel intimate and removed. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, heading to a business meeting in London that Daniel had insisted I attend with him. “No more hiding,” he’d said when he handed me the ticket. “You’re coming with me.”It had been the first real olive branch after the weeks of push and pull.The last few days had been a blur of hot and cold. Daniel would pull me into his office, fuck me against the desk like he couldn’t breathe without me, then disappear for hours with one-line texts: *Stay home. I’ll call when it’s safe.* I’d spiral, go back to the bar once, hate myself for it, and then he’d show up at my door in the middle of the night and fuck me like he was terrified of losing me.We were both exhausted from it.But tonight, on th