All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EvelynThe five minutes started in the kitchen, not because anyone had planned it that way, but simply because that was where we ended up after Arthur came through the gate and Toby refused to go upstairs. I should have forced the issue. I probably would have done exactly that a month ago, but too much had happened since then. Too many adults had made decisions around Toby instead of with him, and every secret seemed to explode in our faces anyway, so I let him stay even though every instinct told me this conversation was not going to end well.The kitchen suddenly felt smaller than it had an hour earlier. Arthur sat across from me at the table while Toby sat beside me, and nobody touched the tea I had automatically made after we came inside. The ocean rolled gently outside beyond the windows, but for a long moment nobody spoke at all. Then Arthur reached into the leather folder he had brought with him, and my stomach immediately tightened because I already knew what was coming. Paper

POV: EvelynI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that light on the beach. Every time I tried to convince myself it was probably nothing, my brain reminded me that people who were nothing didn’t usually stand in the dark watching houses. By the time morning came, I felt completely exhausted. The ocean looked different in daylight, less threatening and less mysterious. Still, the second I stepped onto the porch, I checked the beach. Nothing. No footprints, no flashlight, no strange figure. Just sand and waves. Somehow that didn’t make me feel better. It only made me feel ridiculous.“Told you.”I nearly jumped out of my skin. Toby stood in the doorway behind me, holding a bowl of cereal and looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Told me what?”“You were checking.”I narrowed my eyes. “I wasn’t checking.”“You absolutely were.”“I was looking outside.”“Same thing.”I sighed. Unfortunately he wasn’t wrong. Toby grinned and took another bite of cereal. For so

POV: EvelynSunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting soft gold across the rumpled sheets. I woke slowly, body heavy and deliciously sore from last night. Leone’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, his chest pressed warm and solid against my back. His breathing was deep and even, but the moment I shifted, his grip tightened.“Morning,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep and something darker. His lips brushed the nape of my neck, sending a shiver straight down my spine.I smiled, still half-dreaming. “Toby’s probably still asleep. We should—”Leone’s hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs before I could finish. His fingers found me already slick, a reminder of how thoroughly he’d filled me hours earlier. “We should what?” he teased, circling my clit with lazy confidence. “Pretend I didn’t fuck you senseless last night? That I don’t want to do it again right now?”I bit my lip to stifle a moan. “Leone… the door isn’t even locked properly.”He chuckled lo

POV: EvelynI didn’t breathe a word about the shadowy figure on the beach to anyone.Not to Leone. Not to Marshall. Not to Rebecca. And definitely not to Toby. He was a child but still on the list. The more daylight poured into the house, the more insane the whole thing sounded in my head.“Hey everyone, I think someone stood in the dark last night, watching our house like a predator for who knows how long before melting back into the shadows.”Yeah. Completely normal conversation starter. The kind that would send everyone into full-blown panic mode.So I kept my mouth shut.For now.But secrets have a way of eating you alive from the inside. They don’t just disappear because you ignore them. They linger. They whisper.I thought about those cold, watching eyes while I made breakfast. I thought about them while helping Toby sort through the ridiculous pile of souvenirs he’d collected from the gift shops yesterday. I thought about them even while pretending I wasn’t thinking

POV: Rebecca“She’s been preparing to leave everything behind for years.”Nina’s voice stayed low, almost careful, like she was afraid saying it too loudly would make it more real.I didn’t answer immediately.My eyes were still on the screen, but the words had stopped making sense in a straight line. They were breaking apart in my head, rearranging themselves into something heavier, something I didn’t like the shape of.Years.Not months. Not panic. Not a sudden escape plan triggered by pressure.Years.I pulled the chair closer without realizing I’d moved at all and scrolled back through the files Nina had opened. The emails, the internal notes, the quiet authorizations signed off in systems that shouldn’t have even been accessible without raising alarms.But somehow she had done it.Samantha hadn’t just been working inside the system. She had been shaping it around herself.“I don’t get it,” I said finally, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. “If she was building all this… why