บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Runaway Bride & His Secret Triplets : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Alexander stepped in front of me — a wall of muscle and fury between me and the man who was supposed to be dead."You're not real," he said. "I watched them bury you."Marcus Vance laughed. "You watched them bury a body bag full of sand, boy. I've been waiting twenty years for this moment.""Twenty years?" I stepped around Alexander. I wanted to see my father's face. Really see it. "You've been alive for twenty years. Watching me. While I cried myself to sleep thinking you were dead.""I know, darling.""You missed my birthdays. My graduations. The night I got my heart broken for the first time. The night I almost died from appendicitis when I was fifteen.""I was in the hospital, Isabella. Down the hall. I watched them wheel you into surgery."The air left my lungs."You were there?""I've always been there." His voice cracked. Just a little. Just enough. "Every time you fell, I caught you. Every time you cried, I cried with you. You just didn't know it.""Then why didn't you tell me

The footsteps stopped at the top of the stairs.Then a voice — thin, reedy, soaked in whiskey and regret — drifted down through the darkness. "Hello, son. I heard you've been looking for me."Alexander's hand tightened on mine. "I haven't been looking for you. I've been running.""You can't run from blood.""Watch me."The figure descended the stairs.He was smaller than I expected — hunched, gaunt, his skin the color of old parchment. His eyes were Alexander's eyes — that same piercing blue — but clouded, yellowed, dying. He leaned on a wooden cane with a silver wolf's head.Henry Black.The man who murdered two women.The father who destroyed his own son.He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at each of us in turn."Martha." He nodded. "Still breathing, I see.""Unlike your conscience," Martha spat."Conscience is for people who plan to live forever." Henry turned to Marcus. "Vance. Still playing the hero? Still pretending you didn't abandon your own daughter?"Marcus di

The bullet hit the wall.Two inches from Henry's head. Exactly where Alexander aimed."I'm not you," Alexander said, lowering the gun. "I don't kill people. I make them wish they were dead."Henry's face shifted.Not fear. Not anger.Something worse.Respect."You really are my son," he said quietly."No." Alexander handed the gun back to Martha. "I'm my mother's son. You're just the man who helped make my body. She made my soul."Henry opened his mouth.Alexander turned away."Call the police," he said to Marcus. "Tell them everything. The murders. The embezzlement. The faked death. All of it.""You're sure?" Marcus asked."I've never been more sure of anything."Marcus pulled out his phone.And Henry Black — the man who had murdered two women, destroyed two families, and spent twenty years running from justice — started to laugh."You think this is over?" he said. "You think prison will stop me? I own the wardens. I own the judges. I own the guards.""You used to," Alexander said. "

Alexander didn't stop.He carried me down the basement stairs, through the darkness, toward a wall that looked like every other wall."Martha," he said. "The tunnel. Now."Martha pressed her hand against a loose brick. It slid inward. The wall swung open — silently, smoothly, like it had been waiting twenty years for this moment.Cold air rushed out. Damp. Dark. The smell of earth and secrets."You first," Alexander told Martha.She disappeared into the darkness.Then Alexander turned to me. His face was barely visible — just shadows and sharp lines and those blue eyes burning."I'm going to put you down," he said. "You're going to walk. Fast. Don't look back.""What about you?""I'm right behind you.""Promise?"He kissed my forehead.Fast. Desperate. Like it might be the last time."I promise."He set me down. My feet touched the cold concrete. My belly felt heavy — three heartbeats, three anchors keeping me grounded.Above us, Catherine's voice echoed through the house."Isabella!

Elena tried to run.Agent Chen was faster. She tackled Elena to the ground — white dress, blonde hair, expensive perfume mixing with mud and blood."Alexander," Elena screamed. "This isn't over! I'll find you! I'll find all of you!"Agent Chen cuffed her. Pulled her to her feet. "Elena Black, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.""You don't have anything on me.""We have Nora Black's journals. We have the USB drive. We have a signed confession from Henry Black." Agent Chen smiled — cold, professional, deeply satisfied. "You're going away for a very long time."Elena's face twisted.She looked past the agent.Past the guns.Past everything.She looked at me."This isn't over, Isabella," she said. "You think you've won? You think those babies are safe?" She laughed — a broken, hysterical sound. "Dr. Patel isn't the only one I paid. Half the staff at that hospital works for me. The other half works for Henry. Your child