Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s New Love: You Remembered Too Late: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Kennedy remained completely still. Something twisted painfully inside his chest then he closed his eyes briefly. Why? Why Sean? Out of every man his daughter could have fallen in love with, every family in the world she could have become connected to, why did fate choose Edward Vale's son?The same little boy Kennedy had spent years imagining as the perfect target for his revenge, the child Edward loved, the firstborn son, the one Kennedy had once thought about taking away so Edward could understand what it meant to lose a child.Now that same boy was sitting inside his house, holding Kennedy's daughter, touching her stomach, smiling at their unborn child.Kennedy opened his eyes. He hated it, God, he hated it. Not Sean, that was becoming increasingly difficult. He hated what Sean represented. He hated the name, Vale. He hated that Edward's blood would run through his grandchild. He hated that his daughter loved the son of the man he'd sworn to destroy. Most of all he hated that somew

The thought repeated, even after I took everything from her.Then another thought came, Kennedy.Evelyn's eyes slowly narrowed. Kennedy hated the Vales, not ordinary dislike, not business rivalry, hatred. Twenty seven years of it. He had just stood before hundreds of people and publicly declared revenge against Edward Vale. He had threatened every company connected to them, he'd rejected Sean's attempts to negotiate, he had only stopped because Shannon became overwhelmed and ran upstairs.A slow realization formed, Kennedy Miles would never willingly allow his daughter to marry Sean Vale. Evelyn became completely still. No, he wouldn't. How could he?Sean was Edward's son, the child Kennedy himself admitted he'd once planned to use for revenge, the entire relationship was poisoned before it even properly began and Shannon loved her father. Evelyn had seen enough tonight to know that. She'd spent twenty seven years without him. Would she really choose Sean if Kennedy forced her to cho

The room was dark, not completely, a thin line of amber light spilled from a lamp near the far wall illuminating the edge of an enormous desk. Beyond the floor to ceiling windows, the city glittered several stories below. Cars moved like tiny streams of light, buildings pierced the night, and life continued but inside the room everything was still.A woman sat facing the windows, one hand rested against the arm of her chair while the other held a glass of wine she hadn't touched in nearly an hour.On the desk behind her were documents awaiting signatures. Acquisition proposals, investment reports, an invitation to a charity gala scheduled for the following weekend, things that normally demanded her attention, but tonight, none of them had it.She stared at the city instead. Twenty seven years had taught Amelia one thing exceptionally well, how to live without looking backward or at least how to pretend she could.A hurried knock suddenly broke the silence.Amelia didn't move.Another

Amelia didn't wait for the jet, there was one more person she needed to speak to first.The mansion was silent as she walked through the eastern corridor, her tablet held tightly against her chest. It had been years since she'd walked these halls at this hour, years since she'd needed him in the middle of the night yet somehow, tonight, her feet remembered the path without thought.She stopped outside the double doors at the end of the corridor. For several seconds, Amelia simply stood there, then she pushed one door open. "Dad?"The room was dark.She stepped inside. "Dad."Movement came immediately from the enormous bed. Her father stirred, confused, before reaching toward the lamp beside him.Light filled the room."Amelia?" He squinted toward the doorway then his expression changed instantly. "What's wrong?" He pushed himself upright.Amelia didn't answer, she simply walked toward him.The old man's concern deepened. "Amelia?"The moment she reached the bed, he opened his arms. Sh

Her father studied her. "What are you going to do?"Amelia didn't hesitate. "I'm going to her."His eyes widened. "Now?""My jet is being prepared."He stared at her then slowly smiled. "Of course it is."Amelia stood.Her father reached for her hand before she could move away.She looked back."Amelia." His expression became serious. "Kennedy thinks you're dead."She went still. "I know.""Your daughter thinks her mother is dead."Her throat tightened. "I know.""And you're about to walk into both their lives after twenty seven years."Amelia looked toward Shannon's photograph. Fear finally entered her eyes. Not fear of Kennedy, not Edward, not whatever truth waited behind the ambulance crash but Shannon. "What if she hates me?"Her father squeezed her hand.Amelia's eyes filled. "Kennedy didn't know she was alive." Her voice trembled. "But I..." She swallowed. "I chose to leave.""You chose to leave Kennedy." Her father corrected quietly. "You did not choose to leave a living daught