บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Billionaire Husband : บทที่ 411 - บทที่ 420

Julian’s POVMarcus came into my office with a folder thick enough to mean he had found something I would enjoy hurting.I did not tell him to sit. He sat anyway. That was how this worked. He brought the ugly part. I decided how much blood the ugly part was worth.“You told me to pull every company under Elliot,” he said. “I did. You’re going to like this in the way you like a broken bone that finally shows on the scan.”“Talk.”“Vesper Group is a year old. Pretty offices. Pretty gala. Pretty lie. It is not the first company. It is a shop window.”I leaned back. “Then show me the store behind it.”He slid the first page across the desk.Halcyon North Holdings.Twelve years older than Vesper. Quiet registration. A country that looked respectable until you followed the directors.Nominee names. Same lawyers Elliot used when he wanted a room with no windows and no witnesses.“This funds Vesper,” I said.“Every cent that matters,” Marcus said. “Payroll. The launch. The offices. That fake i

Noah’s POVI was still holding the phone when Delia came into the room.Father's voice had already left the line. The shape of it had not. He had called me like I still belonged to him. He had asked what Julian said. He had asked if I had talked. He had reminded me who fed me, clothed me, and filled both parent seats. Then I hung up on him, and my hand would not let the phone go.Delia stopped in the doorway. “Who was that?”“My father.”She came closer. “What did he want?”“What he always wants. Me, standing where he pointed.”“And?”“I said no.”She waited for the rest. I did not give it to her. The secret was still in my chest, ugly and intact. I had not told Julian the truth. I had not told her either. Telling her would make it real in this house, and I was not ready to live with that kind of real.“You look like he reached through the phone and put a hand around your throat,” she said.“That is not far.”“Noah.”“I need air.”“You need to stop running out of rooms when the truth

Julian’s POVAiden was still in the house when I called Noah.That was the point. My son was upstairs with a book and a plate of toast he had barely touched. Katia was in the kitchen with her phone face down on the counter, as if looking at it would make another envelope appear. The note from the school gate was on my desk. One line, and that was enough.I did not ask Noah if he was free. I told him to come.He arrived looking like a man who already knew the day would go badly and had come anyway. Katia passed him in the hall and did not stop to be kind. She only said, “He is in the study,” and kept walking. That was mercy, in her language.Noah stood in the doorway until I told him to shut it.“Sit.”He sat, and I put the envelope on the desk between us. I did not unfold it. I did not need to. The shape of it was enough.“Your father went after my son.”Noah’s face changed, but it wasn't a surprise. Something worse. Recognition trying not to become speech.“What?”“Yesterday. School

Delia’s POVNoah cooked again.He set the plate down like the night could still be simple if the food was good enough. I sat across from him and watched his hands. Younger than Elliot’s and kinder. The same mouth in a softer shape. I hated that I was doing it, lining them up in my head like two options on a menu I should not have been reading.“You are quiet,” Noah said.“I am tired.”He nodded and accepted it, because that was what he did. He accepted things. Elliot took them.We ate. He asked about my day. I lied in small pieces. I did not say his father’s fingers had been on my nipples. I did not say I had kissed a man I should have spat on. I sat in my husband’s house with my cunt still remembering a wall.My phone lit up under the table.Unknown.Then the message made the name unnecessary.Same place. One hour. Wear something I can get my hand under.I locked the screen.Noah glanced at it.“Work?”“Something like that.”I stood, kissed the side of his face, and felt like filth f

Delia’s POVThe envelope was thick. A cream stock with black ink. My name was written like I was still someone they had to be polite to. Mrs. Delia Vesper. As if that title sat in the same room as Mrs. Julian Windsor.I opened it at the kitchen counter with my coffee gone cold. Noah was in the other room on a call. The house was quiet in that expensive way that still did not feel like mine.I read it once. Then I read it again because my brain refused the first time.Julian Windsor and Katia Windsor request the honor of your presence at the celebration of their marriage.Honor.I laughed. It came out ugly.“Honour,” I said to the card. “She wants honor now, after she took the man, the house, and the name. Now she wants flowers so the city can clap.”Two months since Clara. Two months of pictures I did not ask to see. Katia glowing. Julian looking at her like she invented air. Aiden holding the baby like a prince in training. That old fool called Celeste in the frame like a blessing.A