All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

POV: EvelynBy the time we reached the courthouse, I already regretted getting out of the car and it was not because I was scared of the hearing itself.Because of everything outside it.The reporters, cameras andpeople yelling questions they already had answers for.The second I stepped onto the pavement, somebody shouted my name.Then another voice followed."Miss Hale! Did you hide Toby from Arthur Hayes for financial leverage?""Are you planning to seek inheritance rights?""Did you intentionally reveal the child during the corporate investigation?"I kept walking because wasn't really another option. This shit had turned into a circus. If I stopped to answer one question, twenty more would follow. The courthouse steps looked less like a government building and more like the entrance to some public execution.Cameras everywhere. I hated every second of it. Malachi stayed beside me without saying much. He'd already warned me this would happen.The public loves simple stories.And

POV: EvelynBy the time I saw Arthur again, I already knew it wasn’t going to be a normal conversation, because nothing involving him ever came with normal anymore, it always came with pressure I didn’t ask for and choices I didn’t get to prepare for.He showed up in the hospital corridor like he had been there longer than I noticed, standing near the glass wall outside Toby’s room, not rushing, not forcing entry, just waiting in that way people do when they already believe the conversation belongs to them.I didn’t even slow down at first.I was already tired in a way that made everything feel slightly delayed, like my body was reacting half a second behind my thoughts.“Evelyn,” he said when I passed him.I stopped only because Toby wasn’t in front of me at that exact second, and I didn’t want to carry that conversation into his space.“What do you want, Arthur ,” I asked without looking at him properly.He adjusted his stance like he was trying to make himself sound reasonable, wh

POV: SamanthaThe first sign that something was wrong wasn’t Arthur calling me. It was Arthur not calling me.Most people assumed influence looked dramatic, big decisions, public support, and important titles. But real influence was quieter. It was access. A phone call answered on the first ring. A question asked before any decision was made. A single glance across a boardroom that needed confirmation.That was how Arthur and I had worked together for years. Not because he trusted many people. He trusted almost nobody. Somehow, over time, I had become one of the few exceptions.Which was why the silence bothered me so much.Three messages. No response. Two calls. No response. An entire day passed without a single update from him. By the time the second day began, I could feel the ground shifting beneath my feet.The board meeting that morning only made things worse. Everyone looked nervous. Not openly — nothing outsiders would notice. But I saw it clearly. Nervous people stopped m

POV: ArthurI was halfway across the lobby, phone pressed to my ear, while security scrambled to handle the reporters gathering outside the entrance. Every network seemed determined to camp there until they got a headline.Normally, that kind of chaos wouldn’t have bothered me. Today it did. Maybe because Toby had seen them. Maybe because I had seen his face when he did. Or maybe because for the first time, I wasn’t looking at the situation as a corporate problem. I was seeing it through his eyes. And that was becoming increasingly inconvenient.I finished the call and watched as security pushed the media farther back. The reporters argued. The security team didn’t care. Good. For once, someone was doing their job properly.When I turned back toward the elevators, Evelyn and Toby were already gone. The lobby felt strangely empty afterward. Which made no sense. The place was full of people, nurses, patients, visitors. Yet the absence of two people I had barely known a few weeks ago see

Evelyn~The car stayed there for a second too long.. Lights washing over the edge of the gate like. I wished I could borrow that kind of indifference.My hand tightened around the porch railing before I even realized I was doing it. The air felt different again, like the house had shifted from something safe to something exposed. A place that could be found now that someone had proven it could be found.The driver’s door opened.I didn’t move at first. I just watched.Arthur stepped out.No dramatic entrance. No slow-motion moment where everything suddenly made sense or fell apart neatly. Just a man closing a car door in front of a gate like he belonged in the same world I was trying to keep him out of.He looked tired. Not the kind of tired you fix with sleep. The kind that sits behind the eyes and refuses to leave even when everything else does. He stood there for a moment, not rushing forward, not calling out. Just looking at the house.At us.And I hated how quickly my body react