บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Last Clause : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Amelia’s POVThe Grind is a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in a neighborhood neither Daniel nor his associates would ever visit. I arrive at six-fifty-five, scanning for Nathan, my nerves jangling.He’s in the back corner, baseball cap pulled low, looking nothing like the polished CFO I remember from

Amelia’s POVI sit at my desk at eight-thirty PM, surrounded by many documents. The office is empty—everyone else went home hours ago. But I couldn’t leave. Not after Nathan’s warning. Not after seeing that photo of Daniel looking like he’s dying by inches.I need to understand exactly what I’ve go

Amelia’s POVI sit in the conference room at seven-fifteen AM, my coffee untouched, my stomach churning.James Hartwell sits at the head of the table. To his right, three executives from Crane Enterprises—sharp suits, sharper expressions, watching me as though I am strange being. I don’t know their

She’d be such a good mother.The thought sucker-punches me. We never talked about children. I was always too busy, always pushing that conversation to “someday.” She stopped bringing it up around year three. I told myself it was fine, that we had time, that my empire needed to be built first.Anothe

Amelia’s POV Nathan steers me into a restaurant three blocks away. The kind of establishment I used to frequent as Daniel’s wife and can’t afford to even look at now. “Table for two,” Nathan tells the hostess. “Somewhere private.” She seats us in a corner booth, far from windows and other diners.