All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Destroy

POV: EvelynI should’ve gone home after the whole thing with Nina but stead, I’m sitting in my car outside Nina’s apartment building twenty minutes later questioning every life decision that led me here.This is exactly how horror movies start.One emotional conversation and suddenly you’re voluntarily walking into another bad situation because apparently trauma removed your survival instincts completely.My phone buzzes again in the cupholder.Malachi.I answer immediately.“What.”“You sound emotionally unstable.”“I am emotionally unstable.”“That’s fair.” There’s a pause. “Where are you?”I stare up at Nina’s building.“Making poor choices.”“…Evelyn.”“I’m meeting Rebecca.”Dead silence.Then, “Absolutely not.”“I already agreed.”“You agreed to meet the woman who helped manipulate your life for months?”“When you say it like that, it sounds dramatic.”“Because it IS dramatic.”I lean back against the seat tiredly.“She has information.”“So does the FBI. Doesn’t mean you invite

Exposure risk

POV: EvelynI don’t realize how deep into this mess I already am until Rebecca opens the first file.The moment the document appears on the screen between us, something in the room changes immediately. Nina shifts beside me and Rebecca’s entire expression hardens into something colder and more focused than I’ve ever seen from her before.“These are internal transfer reports,” Rebecca says calmly while turning the laptop slightly toward me. “Most of them were hidden inside redevelopment expense chains.”I stare at the numbers for a second before blinking harder.Because there are a lot of numbers.Too many numbers.“This can’t be real.”“It is.”Nina leans slightly closer beside me while Rebecca scrolls slowly through pages and pages of transactions tied to fake outreach projects, abandoned construction plans and community grants that apparently never existed outside spreadsheets.Jesus Christ.“She moved all this without triggering investigations?” I ask.Rebecca nods once.“Samantha

Counter Measures

POV: EvelynNina is sitting too close beside me on the couch, like she’s afraid if she moves even slightly I’ll disappear into another spiral. Rebecca is standing near the window with her arms folded, watching the street below like she expects someone to show up and set the entire building on fire just to prove a point.Honestly, at this rate, I wouldn’t even be surprised.I drag a hand through my hair and try to slow my breathing because my chest still hasn’t fully caught up with what I read.They didn’t just leak me. They turned my reactions into data points and strategy notes like I was just another risk to manage instead of a person who actually lived through everything they wrote about.“I need a minute,” I say quietly.Nina nods immediately like she’s been waiting for permission to agree.“Okay,” she says softly. “Take as long as you need.”Rebecca doesn’t say anything at first, which is somehow worse because she’s always the one who speaks when things get uncomfortable. Instead

Controlled Damage

POV: EvelynBy the time I leave Nina’s apartment, my head feels like somebody took a hammer to it repeatedly for entertainment.Too much information.Too many moving pieces and people suddenly admitting things they should’ve admitted months ago before my life turned into a public relations hostage situation.The elevator ride down feels suffocatingly quiet and for the first time all night, I finally check my phone properly.Big mistake.Thirty-two missed calls.Seventeen emails.Three voicemail and unfortunately, Arthur’s name is sitting right at the top of all of it like a disease refusing to die.I stare at the screen for a second before shoving the phone back into my bag aggressively.Absolutely not.I’m too exhausted to deal with him tonight.Unfortunately the universe apparently hates me because the second I reach my car, the phone starts ringing again.Arthur.Of course. I ignore it immediately and unlock the car instead but before I can even open the door, another call comes th

Smoke signals

POV: EvelynBy the time I get home, every light in the house is on.Kitchen lights. Living room lights. Hallway lights upstairs.For one horrible second, panic punches straight through my chest so fast I nearly drop my keys trying to unlock the front door properly.“Toby?”I shove the door open immediately and freeze.Malachi is sitting on my kitchen counter eating cereal directly out of the box like he pays bills here. Toby is beside him in dinosaur pajamas again, talking so seriously about sharks that neither of them even notices I almost had a heart attack walking in.Then Toby sees me first.“Mommy!”The panic leaves my body so fast it almost makes me dizzy. He jumps off the counter immediately and runs toward me while I crouch automatically and pull him into my arms harder than necessary.Malachi notices instantly.“That bad?”I stand slowly with Toby still against me.“You left every light in the house on.”Toby gasps dramatically against my shoulder.“We were surviving.”“You w

Emergency session

POV: Evelyn“Why.”Arthur exhales slowly on the other end of the phone and somehow that already irritates me because lately every time this man breathes like that, my life gets worse afterward.“There was another leak,” he says.I go still immediately inside the kitchen while Malachi watches my face carefully from across the counter.“What kind of leak?”“Screenshot regarding the erm… Finance department.”Every muscle in my body tightens instantly.“Oh my God.”“Somebody dropped partial redevelopment records online twenty minutes ago,” Arthur continues. “The board thinks it came from inside.”Malachi notices the panic on my face immediately.“What happened?”I hold up one finger toward him before turning away slightly.“And now there’s an emergency meeting.”“Yes.”“That’s why they’re panicking?”“No,” Arthur replies calmly. “They’re panicking because investors are already calling.”Of course they are. God forbid rich people experience stress for five consecutive minutes without setti

Lines crossed

POV: EvelynWe don’t even make it out of the building before everything goes to shit. Security tries to guide everyone out like they can control anything anymore, but the tension doesn’t leave the room. Malachi stays close beside me, hand hovering near my elbow like he’s ready to pull me out if I snap. I don’t even notice where Arthur goes until I hear his voice again behind us, sharp and controlled, still trying to hold everything together like it isn’t already bleeding out but then Rebecca walks back in.And everything stops again.She wasn’t supposed to still be here.She pauses right inside the doorway like she’s deciding how much destruction she’s willing to stand in front of. Her eyes move straight to Samantha first, and for the first time since all this started, she doesn’t look careful.She looks done.“Samantha,” Rebecca says.Calm voice. Too calm. Fuck, what was she going to do?! Samantha tilts her head slightly from her seat, like she’s mildly entertained by the interrupt

Public detonation

POV: EvelynFor a second after the slap, nobody really reacts the way you’d expect. It’s not screaming or anyone going crazy. Just absolutely fucking… nothing. Like everyone’s brain needs a moment to catch up with what their eyes already saw.Rebecca’s head is still turned slightly from it. She slowly brings it back like she’s checking her own balance, like she’s making sure she’s still standing in the same reality. There’s no shock on her face, no tears, nothing like that. If anything she just looks… irritated. Like someone interrupted her mid-thought.Arthur is still in the exact same spot he was when it happened. Not moving forward, not stepping back. Just stuck there like his body did something his mind didn’t fully approve of yet. His breathing is off though, you can see it now. Not the controlled kind he usually has when things get messy. This one is uneven, like he’s trying to fix it but it won’t settle.Malachi shifts closer to me without asking. I feel his hand hover near my

Immediate impact

POV: ArthurI’m halfway down the executive hallway with Samantha beside me when another call comes through my phone. Third one in under four minutes.I ignore it.“Answer one eventually,” Samantha mutters beside me, heels hitting the marble hard enough to sound irritated. “At least pretend you’re managing this.”“I am managing it.”“You slapped a board member in front of witnesses.”My jaw tightens instantly.“She provoked me.”“That stopped mattering the second you touched her.”I stop walking so abruptly Samantha takes another step before realizing I’m no longer beside her.Employees nearby immediately pretend not to notice us.Cowards.I turn toward her fully. “You think I don’t understand the severity of this?”“I think you still think this is about the slap.”That lands harder than I want it to.Because no, it’s not just the slap anymore. I know that now. I knew it the second phones started ringing inside that room.Rebecca didn’t walk in there prepared for a fight.She walked in

Containment Failure

POV: SamanthaThe first draft is already dead before I finish reading it.I don’t say that out loud. I just sit there with the legal team watching me like my expression is going to decide whether the company survives the next hour or not.Maybe it will.“Read it again,” one of the attorneys says carefully.I don’t move because I already know what it says, and that’s the problem.It says nothing. Not in the way it needs to.It’s defensive without being firm. Apologetic without taking responsibility. Vague enough to invite interpretation, which is the one thing you never do when the internet already has its teeth in you.Arthur would hate it. Which is exactly why it might be the only version that keeps him out of handcuffs.“Too soft,” I say finally.A pause. Then another attorney leans forward slightly. “Soft is safer than inflammatory.”“Not in this environment,” I reply.That earns me a look.Not disagreement. Assessment.They’re deciding how much influence I still have and I notice

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