Semua Bab His Tamed Wife, The Wild Heiress: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Chapter 151ADRIAOnce.I looked at the screen.*ALERT: Unauthorized access attempt — Salvadore subsidiary shell account [Miss Andy designation] — third party query — origin unknown.*Someone was pulling the Miss Andy thread.Someone had found the shell company and was running queries against it, looking for the real entity underneath."Elijah," I said.He was already looking at his own screen. "I see it. Someone sophisticated. They're not stumbling around—they know what they're looking for." He typed something. "It's routed, I can't get a clean origin read in real time but—"My phone buzzed again.Different alert.. A news notification. The kind that arrived when a story was moving fast enough to trigger the keyword monitors I had running.I opened it.The headline was big. The kind of font that meant the story had already gained enough traction that the publication had decided it was worth the real estate.*EXCLUSIVE: Damien Castellan's Wife Adriana Chen—Secret Romance with Business

Chapter 153DAMIENI held the phone.The room was the quietest it had been all night."Damien," Thomas said."She planned it," I said."We don't—""He just told me she planned it," I said. "Three meetings. The baby shower. Schedule coordinates." I set the phone down. "The accident."The word landed in the room and stayed there."He said she provided the access," I said. "The route, the schedule, the security gaps. She knew where I would be and when and she told him.""That doesn't—" Marcus started."She planned the accident, Marcus," I said."Damien, listen to me—""She provided the access," I said again. "The information that shouldn't have been public. Her movements, my schedule—she was feeding it from the inside. She was the leak.""Or Greaves is lying," Robert said. Very quietly. "That's also an option.""Why would he lie?" I said. "What does he gain from lying?""He gains you in a state where you can't think clearly," Robert said. "He gains you making decisions from a place of—"

Chapter 155ADRIAI had rehearsed the conversation on the drive over.I walked through the door and Damien looked at me and all that I wanted to say, fell apart.He was sitting up in the bed. The tablet was on the bedside table, face down. His friends were in the room—Marcus by the window, Thomas in the chair, Robert near the door—and they looked at me when I came in with the specific expression of people who knew something I didn't know yet and were waiting to see how it landed.Damien's face was the face from the first year of the marriage.Not the version from the last two weeks. Not the library and the kitchen and the stairwell. The earlier version. The closed, managed, professionally distant version that had looked through me for eighteen months without seeing me.Except harder."Close the door," he said.I closed the door."Sit down," he said."I'll stand," I said.He looked at me for a moment. Something moved through his expression that wasn't warm."The baby shower," he said.

Chapter 157ADRIAAmber was not composed.That was the first thing it registered to me because she always had been no matter what.Right now the composure was gone.What was underneath it was triumph.She looked like someone who had won."I've been waiting for a while," she said. "I wasn't sure how long it would take."I looked at her."He ended it," she said. "Damien. He told you to leave." It wasn't a question. "I could tell from your face when you came through those doors.""Amber," I said."You should have left months ago," she said. "When I first came back. It would have been cleaner. Less—" She gestured vaguely. "Less of all this."I kept my face where it was."Greaves came to me," she said. "Did you know that? He came to me. He'd been watching the situation—watching the house, watching you, watching what was happening between you and Damien. And he said he needed information. Photographs. A source that was close enough to the marriage to have access to real detail."I was very

Chapter 159ADRIAThe family packed in silence.Not the uncomfortable silence of people who had nothing to say. The particular silence of people who had too much to say and had collectively decided that none of it was useful right now. The practical silence of an operation in its closing phase, where what was required was efficiency rather than conversation.Elijah moved through rooms with the focused quiet of someone who had been doing this his whole life, which was not inaccurate—the Salvadore children had learned early to move quickly when circumstances required it. He catalogued as he packed, which was also characteristic: noting what was here, what had been acquired, what needed to come with us and what needed to stay.Sophia was in the bedroom, folding things with the careful deliberateness she brought to tasks that were emotional. She folded each item like it deserved the attention. She didn't talk. She folded.Marcus—my brother—worked through the sitting room with the efficien