All Chapters of My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Amelia's POVThe words didn’t land right away. “...bequeath everything to Valerie Hades.”Everything. Not Asher. For a second the room just sat there. Like all of us had to process the sentence twice before it made sense. Then the sound broke. Valerie screamed. Not crying. Not grief. A scream that started in her chest and came out sharp and triumphant. She shot up from her chair and both hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my God,” she said. “Oh my God. Grandma. Thank you.”Damien was already moving. He crossed the room in two steps and pulled her into a hug. His arms went around her like a wall. He didn’t look at anyone else. Just her. His mother. “Valerie,” Lester said, voice shaking. “Baby. Breathe.”Harold stood up so fast his chair scraped back. “That’s impossible,” he said. His voice was low but it cut through everything. “Eleanor would never—”Nora didn’t speak. She just stared at the lawyer with her mouth slightly open, like the words were stuck somewhere between her throat a

Asher’s POVThe next morning started different. No sirens. No headlines. No funeral flowers dying on the table. Just coffee. Amelia in my t-shirt making toast. Sun through the kitchen window hitting the floor in stripes. “Morning,” she said, and for the first time in a week she actually sounded like it. “Morning,” I said. I kissed her temple. She smelled like shampoo and coffee. We drove to work together. Not talking about Valerie. Not talking about the will. Not talking about Zurich. For a few hours, we let it be normal. Then we pulled into Sinclair Industries and normal ended. Valerie was everywhere. In the lobby, talking to reception. On the 12th floor, by the elevators, with two assistants trailing her like shadows. In the hall outside my office, laughing with someone from PR. She saw me. Her smile sharpened. “Asher,” she said. “Vice President. How nice to see you.”“Valerie,” I said. “President. Congrats again.”I kept walking. She followed for half a step. “We should

Amelia's POV My phone buzzed on the counter. Asher picked it up before the second ring. “Arjun,” he said. I was drying a plate. I stopped. The towel in my hand went still. Asher listened. His face didn’t change. Not at first. Then his jaw tightened. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, we’re coming. Now.”He hung up. “They arrested him,” he said. The plate almost slipped from my hand. “Damien?”Asher nodded. “Attempted murder. The vial. Killian’s statement. Arjun said they have enough to hold him.”My heart was pounding. “Where are you going?”“To the station,” he said. “With everything we have. The Zurich files. The emails. The adoption papers. His real identity. Everything.”“I’m coming with you.”He looked like he wanted to argue. Then he nodded. “Get your jacket.”We drove fast. Not saying much. Asher called Devi on the way. “It’s time,” he said when she answered. “Before Valerie gets him out.”Devi’s voice was calm on speaker. “I’m already on my way. Bring everything.”The police st

Asher's POVThe office lights were buzzing. That stupid, faint sound they make at 9:42 p.m. when everyone else has gone home and it’s just you, the cleaning staff, and the ghosts of emails you didn’t answer. Jordan hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. He just sat across from me at the conference table, laptop open, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jaw was working. That’s what he does when he’s digging and doesn’t like what he’s finding. “Talk to me,” I said. My voice came out lower than I intended. He didn’t look up. “Give me a second. The firewall on the old ledger is a bitch.”The ledger. The one we weren’t supposed to still have access to. The one Finance swore was archived and sealed after the restructure three years ago. I leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. My phone was face-down beside me. No messages from Amelia. That was good. That meant she wasn’t worried yet. I hadn’t told her what we were doing tonight. I told her I had “late paperw

Amelia’s POVThe sound hit before the picture did. Damien’s voice. It came through the TV speakers, low and lazy at first, like he was talking to someone he didn’t respect enough to even raise his voice for. “Ivy’s a means to an end,” he said. “That’s all she is. A waste of time, really. But she’s useful right now.”The room went cold. Ivy was standing by the couch. She’d been crying, but quietly. The kind of crying where you’re trying to hold it in. Then his voice came again. Clearer. Cruel. “The second I take over Sinclair Industries and Brooks Enterprise, I’m done with her. Her and the baby. I’ll do away with both of them. No loose ends.”The words hung there. Means to an end. Waste of time. Do away with her and the baby. Ivy didn’t make a sound. For one second, no one moved. Asher, Ethan, me. We were all frozen, staring at the screen where Damien was kissing another woman like Ivy didn’t exist. Then Ivy gasped. It was small. Like she’d been punched in the stomach.