All Chapters of My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

~Julian~She sat at her desk for a long time after I told her about Aiden.Not moving. Not speaking. Just sitting with whatever she was sitting with, her hands flat on the desk, her eyes on a point somewhere past the screen in front of her. The server room hummed. Outside, Brooklyn had fully woken up — the sounds of the city coming through at a distance, muffled by the walls of the warehouse.I let her have it.I went back to my workstation and closed out the final security report and sent it to Reid and did not push. I had learned something about Katia over forty-eight hours and a year of boardrooms and Dubai and a car park in November — she processed things in her own time and in her own order, and the worst thing you could do was try to hurry her through it.So I waited.At six fifteen she stood up, got a coffee, and came back and sat down. She looked at me across the server room."Thank you," she said. "For telling me.""Of course," I said.She looked at her coffee. I looked at my

~Gail~Katia called at two thirty.I could hear it in her voice before she said anything — the compressed, controlled tension of someone managing six things at once and holding all of them together through sheer will."I'm not going to make it to school pickup," she said. "Victor Hale just threatened litigation. IP theft claim on the Meridian acquisition. I have three weeks before his lawyers file, and I need every hour I have to find the hole in his case.""Go," I said. "I've got Aiden.""Gail—""Katia. I have him. Go find a way to crash Victor."She paused; I knew she was about to say, 'Where would I be without you?' Then, quietly: "Thank you."She hung up.I was already in the car.Aiden was waiting at the school gate with his backpack on both shoulders and a drawing in his hand that he had apparently been working on all afternoon. He saw me before I saw him. I heard him before I saw him, the sound of small feet running across the pavement."Aunty Gail!"He hit me at full speed. I

~Gail~Grandma sat with Aiden for a long time after the chess set conversation.I watched from across the room. I did not interrupt. There was something happening between the two of them that did not need me in it — a quiet, careful getting-to-know-you that Grandma was conducting with the patience she brought to everything that mattered to her. Aiden, for his part, had decided she was interesting and was giving her his full attention, which was the highest compliment he gave anyone.At some point Grandma looked up at me and said, "Can I borrow your phone?"I handed it over without asking why.She scrolled to Katia's number and called.Katia answered on the second ring. I could hear her voice through the phone from across the room – and behind it, faint but unmistakable, Julian's voice saying something in the background.Grandma heard it too.She smiled. Just slightly. The private smile she wore when something confirmed what she had already suspected."Katia," she said. "It's Celeste.

~Katia~The invitation came through Gail.A text, simple and direct, the way Grandma Celeste communicated everything: Come for lunch on Thursday. Just us. One o'clock.I had looked at it for a moment and then said yes because you did not say no to Grandma Celeste and also because something in the simplicity of it — just us — felt like something I needed without knowing exactly why.I arrived at one o'clock exactly.The estate was quieter than usual. No Gail's shoes at the door. No sound of Aiden from somewhere upstairs. I followed the housekeeper to the sitting room, where Grandma was already at the table, the good china out, a plate of the cookies she made herself in the centre."Where's Aiden?" I said."Out with Gail," Grandma said. "They went to the aquarium. He has been asking about marine biology apparently."I sat down. Of course he had.Grandma poured the tea. She did it with the unhurried ease of someone who had been pouring tea for eighty years and saw no reason to rush it no

DeliaThe humiliation of the other night should have been enough to keep me away. A normal woman, a woman with a shred of dignity left in her designer marrow, would have locked herself in her room and plotted her exit. But the itch under my skin—that relentless, agonizing hunger that had been sparked by Victor and neglected by Julian—was driving me mad. I felt like a ghost haunting my own hallways, drifting through a mansion that felt more like a mausoleum with every passing hour.I knew Julian was in his study. He spent more time in that soundproofed fortress than he did in his own bed. It was the nerve centre of the Windsor empire, a place where he made decisions that moved markets and crushed lives. It was also the one place I was never invited.I walked down the long corridor of the east wing, my heels clicking sharply against the polished wood. Each step was a defiance. I reached the massive, double-oak doors of his study and reached for the handle. I turned it, expecting the smo