Todos los capítulos de A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Jason POVMr. Asher remained unconscious.The doctors called it a positive sign that he was stable.They called it encouraging that there had been no further complications.They called it promising that his organs were functioning normally.None of that changed the reality.He still hadn't woken up.Every morning Amber visited his room before touching her phone.Every night she sat beside his bed before going to sleep.Sometimes she talked to him.Sometimes she sat in silence.Sometimes she simply held his hand.And every day he remained asleep.The attack had created another problem as well.One nobody had anticipated.The Asher Corporation suddenly had no leader.A week ago Amber had been formally introduced to the board.A week ago several executives hadn't even recognized her.A week ago she had been Chairman Asher's granddaughter.Now she was the heir.The acting leader.And whether she wanted it or not...The future of the Asher empire.The board meeting happened three days afte

Amber POVThe arrival of Adrian and Clara somehow made the hospital suite feel smaller.Not physically.Emotionally.There were simply too many people now.Too many voices.Too many personalities colliding inside what had become our temporary headquarters.And honestly?I welcomed it.For weeks everything had revolved around poisonings, investigations, hospitals, and death.Seeing people laugh felt almost foreign.Clara looked beautiful.Exhausted.Pregnant.But beautiful.I hadn't realized just how much time had passed until I saw her.The last time we had worked together in person, her pregnancy had barely shown.Now...Now there was absolutely no hiding it."Seven months?" I asked in disbelief.Clara smiled while rubbing her stomach."Seven months."I stared."How are you still walking?"Adrian looked horrified."Amber!""What?"Clara laughed."I ask myself the same thing every morning."The children immediately surrounded her.Which, in hindsight, should have worried me.Alice was

Amber POV I stared at my grandfather in silence. Every answer he gave seemed to create ten more questions. For years, I had assumed my kidnapping was an isolated incident. A tragedy. A crime committed by opportunists who saw a vulnerable child and took advantage of the situation. Now I wasn't so sure. Now it felt like another piece of a much larger puzzle. Grandfather leaned back against the hospital bed, exhaustion visible on his face. The conversation was clearly taking a toll on him, but he continued anyway. "When you disappeared, I searched everywhere." His voice was quiet. Painfully quiet. "You have no idea how many people were looking for you, Amber." I swallowed hard. "I hired private investigators. Security firms. Former military personnel. I contacted every business partner, every government official I knew. I even offered rewards." His hand tightened around mine. "And still, there was nothing." The room fell silent. Only the rhythmic beeping of the monitors

Amber POV I sat quietly beside my grandfather's hospital bed, trying to process everything he had just told me. The engagement. The kidnapping. The castle. The Ember family. The fact that an entire piece of my life had been hidden from me. "Why?" The question escaped before I could stop it. Grandfather looked at me. I shook my head. "No, really." My voice cracked slightly. "Why now?" The hospital room suddenly felt too small. "Why didn't you tell me before?" A pause. "Not when I became an adult." Another pause. "Not when I inherited Phoenix Ashes." I swallowed hard. "Not even when you knew we were investigating the Vincents." The words hung heavily between us. For the first time since he woke up, Grandfather looked genuinely guilty. He sighed deeply. "I was trying to protect you." I laughed bitterly. The answer was exactly what I expected. "It never works." Grandfather smiled sadly. "No." A pause. "It doesn't." Silence settled over the room. I stared

Jason POV I wasn't entirely sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Possibly both. Actually, definitely both. I stood beside Amber as my grandmother proudly guided us through the newest addition to our rapidly expanding lives. The school. Calling it a school felt inaccurate. Calling it a small kingdom disguised as a school was probably more appropriate. The building stretched across several acres between the castle grounds and the Sun estate. Elegant stone towers rose above carefully landscaped gardens. Large windows reflected the morning sunlight. Decorative bridges connected different sections of the campus. The resemblance was impossible to miss. My grandmother had built a miniature version of Amber's castle. Not inspired by it. Not similar to it. A miniature replica. The moment Amber realized it, she looked suspiciously emotional. My grandmother pretended not to notice. Everyone else pretended not to notice. I pretended not to notice. The children, meanwhil