Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Last Clause : Bab 161 - Bab 170

AMELIA POVThe coffee is still hot when I settle onto the back porch at seven AM.Two weeks in Clearwater, and I’ve fallen into a rhythm. Morning coffee while watching the garden wake up. Handle Apex emails between seven-thirty and eight. Respond to clients. Review timelines.By nine, this particula

AMELIA POVI jolt awake, gasping.My heart pounds against my ribs. The bedroom is dark except for the moonlight streaming through the curtains we still haven't replaced.Marcus. The email. The screenshot of my document.I reach for my phone on the nightstand, hands shaking.The screen illuminates. N

DANIEL POVThe client’s voice drones through my headset about quarterly projections and market positioning.I’m nodding, taking notes, mentally calculating the consulting package I’ll propose when the front door slams.Not closed. Slams.Hard enough to rattle the windows.Then I hear it—the frantic

AMELIA POVWe’re both prisoners in our own new home once again.On the fourth day, I’m making coffee when I notice it.Something white on the floor by the front door.“Daniel?” My voice comes out strangled.He appears immediately. “What’s wrong?”I point at the paper. “That wasn’t there an hour ago.

AMELIA POVI refuse to be a victim anymore.The realization settles in my chest like steel. Solid. Unwavering.“I’m going for a walk,” I announced.Daniel looks up from his phone. “What?”“A walk. My morning routine. I’m not letting her take that from me.”“Amelia, that’s not safe…”“Nothing is safe