All Chapters of A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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no exit

The projection flickered once more before fading into darkness.For a brief moment, the room felt still again.Too still.I straightened slightly, keeping my expression composed as I looked back at the camera.“So what now?” I asked.A pause.“I won,” I added calmly.My tone remained even, almost indifferent.“Are you going to let the Beckers go?”I tilted my head slightly, as if considering it.“Or better yet,” I continued, “keep them restrained until I get there. I would prefer to deal with them myself.”Silence.Then—Emilian laughed.The sound cut through the room, sharp and wrong.Not controlled.Not measured.Unhinged.It echoed against the walls, stretching longer than it should have, breaking the calm that had defined him until now.For the first time—He sounded like he had lost control.Completely.The laughter faded slowly, leaving something darker behind.“You think you won?” he asked.His voice was different now.Rougher.Unstable.I did not answer.Because I already knew

Jason POV Into his blind spot.

Jason POVI followed the cables.They ran along the walls, partially hidden, feeding into the systems that powered everything in that room—the mist, the projections, the cameras.Control.That was what Emilian had built.And control always had a source.I moved in silence, keeping to the shadows as I traced the wiring deeper into the structure behind the walls. The suit bent the light around me, keeping me out of sight, turning me into nothing more than a distortion in the dark.The further I went, the quieter it became.Until I found it.A hidden room.I stepped inside without making a sound.Three bodies were tied to chairs.The missing Beckers.All unconscious.Their condition was clear at a glance. Their faces were bruised, their clothes stained, their bodies slack from either exhaustion or repeated blows.They were alive.But barely.They would need medical attention.But they were not my priority.Amber was.I moved past them, following the cables further, deeper into the struct

Onto him

I kept my eyes on the screens, forcing myself to remain calm as Emilian continued to talk.His voice filled the room, smooth in places, fractured in others, slipping further from control with every word.But then I saw it.One of the side cameras shifted slightly, catching movement at the edge of the frame.A shadow.Silent.Precise.Jason.He was moving toward Emilian without making a sound, each step measured, each movement hidden by the suit.He was almost on him.I did not react.I did not let my expression change.I kept my breathing steady and my eyes fixed forward, as if I had seen nothing.Emilian continued speaking, too absorbed in his own delusions to notice.“I will take care of you, Amber,” he said softly.I said nothing.“Before the end of the day,” he continued, his voice lowering into something more intimate and possessive, “you will be in my arms, begging to stay.”My stomach turned.“And once you understand how much better I can make you feel,” he added almost reveren

Lost

Jason crouched beside him, one hand locked around Emilian’s jaw, forcing his face upward.“Where is it?” Jason asked coldly.Blood ran from the corner of Emilian’s mouth. For a second, he only stared.Then something in him broke.His breathing turned uneven. His eyes darted wildly, no longer focused, no longer controlled.He began to whisper.“No…”His voice was thin and strained.“No, she works alone.”He shook his head weakly, as if trying to reject what he was seeing.“She always works alone.”His breathing became sharper.“I made sure we were hidden. I made sure no one could find us.”He was not speaking to us anymore.He was speaking to the version of reality he had built for himself.The lie he had lived inside.I stepped closer and looked down at him.“You were wrong,” I said calmly.His eyes snapped to me.“Jason was here from the start.”Silence hit the room.Real silence.The kind that comes when something fundamental shatters.Emilian’s face went pale beneath the bruises.H

Not over

The last red marker disappeared from the screen.Both estates were clear.The bombs were offline.For the first time since we entered that building, I allowed myself one slow breath.Then I kept going.Because I was already inside his system.And men like Emilian never built only one layer of damage.I opened the hidden financial directories buried beneath the security programs. Shell companies, ghost accounts, unregistered holdings, transfers routed through names that did not exist.Becker money.Hidden money.Stolen money.My expression did not change.I created two encrypted transfers and moved the first wave of funds out of their private accounts.One account for Rose.One account for Iris.A small compensation for everything the Becker family had put them through.Not enough.But a beginning.I continued digging deeper, exposing more hidden assets as I went. Properties, offshore reserves, undeclared investment pools, trust funds disguised under false entities.I began to siphon t

In charge

Martin Vinny behaved as if the station belonged to him.He stood near the center of the room with perfect posture, speaking to officers in a familiar tone, nodding at people as they passed, carrying himself like a man who expected to be obeyed.It was deliberate.A performance.A reminder that power did not disappear just because someone stepped inside a police station.Jason and I sat down at the table.We mostly ignored him.He made small comments as the officers prepared the report, offering observations no one had asked for, acting as though he were part of the investigation.Neither of us acknowledged him.When the recording began, we gave our statements.But not the full truth.A cleaner version.A safer version.A useful version.I folded my hands on the table and spoke calmly.“I was called to a location and trapped inside the building,” I said. “Once inside, I was forced to participate in a series of games and tasks.”The officers wrote quickly.I continued.“There were threa

keep us here

The silence after my answer was satisfying.Brief.But satisfying.Martin Vinny’s expression had hardened, though he was careful not to let it slip too far. Men like him hated being challenged in public, especially when they believed they held the room.Before he could speak again, Jason leaned forward.His tone was calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that usually meant someone was about to be cut apart politely.“Mr. Vinny,” Jason said, “perhaps a better question would be this.”Martin turned toward him.Jason’s gaze did not waver.“Why would the Becker family target your estate if you were supposed to be allies?”The room shifted instantly.That was the real question.Not what I had done.Why they had needed saving at all.Martin’s jaw tightened for a fraction of a second.Small.But visible.Jason continued before he could answer.“And as for Amber’s abilities…”He glanced at me briefly, then back at Martin.“She has a master’s degree in computer science.”Silence followed.One of the

My favorite bar

Jason’s hand remained at the small of my back as we left the station together.The air outside felt colder.Cleaner.After everything inside, even the night felt easier to breathe.We had barely stepped onto the front steps when a man pushed away from a nearby vehicle and started walking toward us.Tall.Broad-shouldered.Military posture.The kind of presence that did not need to announce itself.Jason’s expression shifted slightly.Recognition.“Scott.”The man reached us and clapped Jason on the shoulder with the easy familiarity of someone who had known him for years.Then Jason turned toward me.“Amber, this is Scott Higgins.”I extended my hand.He took it firmly, offering a respectful nod.“It is good to finally meet you,” Scott said. “I have heard a lot.”“Hopefully not all of it,” I replied.A brief smile crossed his face.Then it faded.He became all business.“We were ready to move in much earlier,” Scott said. “The teams were in position and waiting for Jason’s signal.”He

Ambrosia project

A few people around the table laughed.Jason rubbed a hand over his face.Scott looked delighted.Before anyone else could speak, a woman seated across from me stood and walked around the table.She was poised, athletic, and carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what she could do.She extended her hand.“I’m Sierra.”I took it.“Amber.”She smiled warmly.Unlike the others, who seemed half in awe and half intimidated by Jason, Sierra looked completely at ease.“I’m on Scott’s team,” she said as she sat beside me. “And I’ve worked with Jason before.”There was familiarity in her tone, but no awkwardness, no hidden agenda.Just respect.And an immediate friendliness toward me that I appreciated more than I expected.“Perfect,” I said. “Then you can answer my questions.”Jason muttered something under his breath.Scott laughed openly.Sierra crossed one leg over the other and glanced at Jason with clear amusement.“Where would you like me to start?”I tilt

John Stait

The table erupted.Scott nearly choked on his drink.Sierra covered her mouth, laughing openly now.Several members of the team began talking at once, trying to process what I had just implied.Jason only stared at me.Half accusation.Half disbelief.And something else beneath it.Something dangerously amused.I was enjoying that expression far too much.Then the room shifted.Not loudly.Not dramatically.But the kind of shift that happens when someone important enters a space and everyone notices before they speak.Conversations lowered.Several people straightened instinctively.Even Scott looked toward the entrance.I followed their gaze.A man in his late fifties walked in with the easy confidence of someone long accustomed to command.Well dressed.Sharp-eyed.Silver at the temples.The kind of presence that did not need introduction.I knew immediately who he had to be.John Stait.Secretary of Defense.Ana Buenfila’s father.He had apparently arrived in time to hear the last

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