Lahat ng Kabanata ng A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Silence filled the car. Heavy. Shaking. The younger girl, my cousin, was still trembling in Jason’s arms. Her breathing uneven. Painful. Each small sound she made felt wrong. Too fragile. Too broken. The older one sat beside me. Hands shaking. Eyes wide. Still in shock. “Thank you,” she whispered. I looked at her more closely now. She looked older than the girl—but not by much. Too thin. Too tired. Too… used to this. “What’s your name?” I asked. She froze. Then slowly lowered her gaze. “…I don’t have one, they call me girl.” The words settled heavily between us. I swallowed. “How old are you?” She hesitated. “…Seventeen.” Seventeen. A child. Just like my newfound cousin. “What were you doing there?” I asked softly. Her hands clenched together. “I… lived there.” My chest tightened. “And worked.” Not worked. Forced. Her voice trembled. “They said I owed them.” “For food… for a place to stay…for destroying her

Amber POV The room had settled. Not calm— But quieter. More contained. Rose rested on the bed, her small hand still loosely wrapped around mine, like letting go might make everything disappear again. I stayed there a moment longer. Just enough to make sure she felt it. That she wasn’t alone. Then I turned. The older girl was still watching. From the edge of the second bed. Still tense. Still unsure. But no longer frozen. I walked toward her slowly. Careful not to startle her. “Hey…” She looked up at me immediately this time. Still cautious. But present. I sat down beside her. Not too close. Giving her space. “You said you didn’t have a name.” She nodded faintly. I tilted my head slightly. “So…” A small pause. “If you could choose one…” I smiled gently. “What would you like to be called?” She blinked. Like the question itself was unfamiliar. Like no one had ever asked her that before. “…I don’t know,” she whispered. Her fingers twisted together in he

Jason didn’t answer immediately. He looked ahead. Not at me. Like whatever he was about to say— Wasn’t easy. Then— He exhaled. Slow. Measured. “My father discarded me.” The words were simple. But they hit harder than anything else. I didn’t interrupt. Didn’t move. Just listened. “It happened when Oscar was born,” he continued. “And when he remarried.” A pause. “My existence became… inconvenient.” My chest tightened. “I was five.” His voice didn’t shake. But there was something under it. Something controlled. Too controlled. “He sent me to live with a relative.” “At first, it was temporary,” he said. “Or at least that’s what I was told.” A humorless breath escaped him. “It never is.” “I stayed there for two years.” “I learned quickly.” His tone sharpened slightly. “Not to expect anything.” “Not to complain.” “Not to exist unless needed.” “They didn’t use my name.” “Boy.” “Kid.” “Hey, you.” I felt something inside me burn. “I became useful,” he s

How do you look at a man who has spent years fueled by hope and tell him that hope is a jagged blade? There was no way to deliver the truth without breaking him. Iris was alive—the last of his blood, the sole heir to his legacy—but she had been forged in a fire set by his own allies. While he searched, they traded. They stripped her of her name and prepared to sell her off to the highest bidder like a piece of property, even while she was a child. It was a betrayal of the highest order, a business deal written in his granddaughter's blood. The Beckers and the Vinnys didn’t just want the inheritance; they wanted to erase her until there was nothing left to claim. My heart went numb as the weight of it settled. It was strange—Jason seemed to find his rhythm with Rose, connecting with her in a way I couldn't reach. But Iris? Iris was the one left in the wreckage, and she was mine to fight for. How do you look at a girl who has barely turned sixteen and tell her that her entire life was

“They will answer for this.” The words didn’t echo. They settled. Heavy. Final. Mr. Stuart didn’t sit. Didn’t hesitate. He turned to us. To all of us. “What have you done so far?” His voice was steady now. Focused. “And how can I help?” This wasn’t grief anymore. This was war. Grandfather gestured toward the table. “Sit.” Mr. Stuart hesitated only a second— Then obeyed. I glanced at Jason. He gave me a small nod. So I spoke. “We didn’t find Iris first.” His eyes snapped to me. “We found Rose.” I explained everything. “Adrian told me,” I continued. “He suspected something was wrong.” Jason shifted slightly beside me. Listening. Measuring. “He said his half-sister, the one he was just being told existed, was being held by the Becker family,they told her that whatever happened to her was up to him, they ordered him to ask for an Heir trial, they intended for him to win” I added. Mr. Stuart’s expression darkened. “But he didn’t know the full extent” I said