All Chapters of HIS COLD ADDICTION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arthur Voss did not raise his voice.He did not throw things.He did not pace.That was what made him terrifying.He sat behind his wide mahogany desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes fixed on the printed notice placed neatly in front of him.Ravenport Holdings — Under Financial Review.He read it twice.Then a third time.His expression never changed.But inside…Something had shifted.Because this had not come from nowhere.And Arthur Voss did not believe in coincidences.He pressed a button on his desk.“Get me legal.”His voice was calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that made people nervous.Within minutes, two lawyers stood in front of him.They spoke carefully.Respectfully.Explaining what the notice meant.What would happen next.How they could delay.Divert.Minimize.Voss listened without interrupting.Then he asked one question.“Who reported it?”The lawyers exchanged a glance.“We don’t know, sir. It was anonymous.”His eyes darkened slightly.Anonymous.That word a

Arthur Voss stopped looking outward.That was the first sign.The investigator reported it with quiet fascination.“He’s canceled two public appearances. Postponed a board meeting. He hasn’t left his office building all day.”Tiana listened carefully.“He’s retreating,” she said.Vince nodded.“Exactly where we want him.”Because when men like Voss stopped moving freely…They began rearranging things internally.And internal movement…Left trails.By afternoon, the first trail appeared.Ravenport Holdings began transferring large sums of money between accounts.Fast.Frequent.Nervous.Tiana stared at the numbers Vince had pulled from the financial alerts.“He’s shifting funds,” she said.“Yes,” Vince replied. “Trying to clean the books before investigators get deeper.”She looked up at him.“But won’t that look suspicious?”A faint smile touched his lips.“Very.”The more Voss tried to hide…The more visible he became.Transactions that had been slow and quiet for years were now loud

Arthur Voss did not like surprises.He especially did not like when information arrived that did not fit neatly into place.The background report on Tiana Solche was thinner than he expected.Too thin.No public complaints.No legal battles.No loud attempts to seek compensation.She had simply… continued living.Quietly.Working small jobs.Keeping a low profile.And recently…No clear employment record at all.That made him pause.People who had nothing usually tried to get something.She had done neither.He flipped the page.A recent address.A neighborhood far above what her file suggested she could afford.Voss’s eyes narrowed slightly.That didn’t match.He circled the address with a pen.Then leaned back slowly.Something was wrong here.Across the city, Tiana felt an odd calm settle over her.Like the moment before a storm finally broke.Vince watched her from across the table.“He’s reading the report,” she said quietly.He nodded.“Yes.”She inhaled deeply.“This is where h

Tiana did not realize how tightly she had been holding herself together until they stepped out of the car.The restaurant’s glass façade reflected three versions of her at once—her face, Vince’s silhouette beside her, and the faint shimmer of city lights behind them. For a brief second, she saw the girl she used to be layered over the woman she had become.The girl would have been shaking.The woman adjusted her shoulders and walked forward.Inside, the hostess didn’t ask questions. She led them through a quiet corridor reserved for people who did not like witnesses, past closed doors and muted voices, to a private room at the end of the hall.Arthur Voss was already there.Seated.Waiting.Like a man who never arrived second.He stood when they entered, polite in a way that felt rehearsed, controlled. His suit was dark, immaculate. His hair streaked with dignified gray. His expression calm enough to pass for pleasant—if you didn’t know what lived underneath it.“Tiana Solche,” he sai

Tiana did not sleep.She lay awake beside Vince, eyes open in the dark, listening to the quiet rhythm of his breathing and the louder rhythm of her thoughts.Today was the day.No more circling.No more waiting.No more careful steps.Today, they pulled the trigger.At 6:12 a.m., Vince’s alarm went off. He silenced it immediately and turned to look at her.“You’re awake.”“I never slept.”He studied her for a long second. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”She almost laughed.“I’ve been ready for a year.”He nodded once.Then they got up.By 8:00 a.m., they were seated across from each other in Vince’s private study.A laptop between them.A secure drive plugged in.The files sat there like a loaded weapon.Contracts.Land acquisition orders.Internal memos.Proof of falsified compensation reports.Proof that the demolition of her family’s home had been approved, accelerated, and buried deliberately.Vince opened the email drafts.Two recipients.An investigative journal