All Chapters of Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Cassian was in his office before dawn, the city still dark outside his windows. He had barely slept. The revelation about Vanessa's family about the orderly, about Lena Hale had kept him awake, his mind churning through possibilities and connections.He had called Nathaniel three times since the previous night, demanding updates. Each time, the answer was the same: I'm still working, sir. I'll have more soon.The waiting was unbearable.Mike arrived at seven with a cup of coffee and a stack of reports. "Sir, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all?""No. I need you to clear my schedule for the day. I have to focus on this.""On the investigation?""Yes." Cassian took the coffee and drank deeply. "Nathaniel is closing in on something. I can feel it.""Understood, sir. I'll handle everything."Mike retreated, and Cassian turned to the window, watching the sun rise over the Dallas skyline. The person who had tried to kill Clara was still walking free. The person who had stolen Emory. Th

The family gathered in the grand living room, their faces drawn with shock and grief.Cassian had just finished telling them everything Nathaniel's investigation, the evidence against Julian, the confrontation at the gallery. The words had spilled out of him in a torrent, each revelation landing like a blow. Julian had orchestrated the accident. Julian had stolen Emory. Julian had been lying to all of them for five years.Elena was crying. Alexander Sr. sat stone-faced, his hands clenched into fists. Clara was pale, her arm around Emory, who had fallen asleep on her lap, unaware of the storm raging around her. Colt was upstairs with Maria, playing with his dinosaurs, blissfully ignorant of the darkness that had crept into their lives."I trusted him," Cassian said, his voice raw. "I trusted him with my family. With my daughter. And he was the one who tried to destroy us all along.""He was like a son to me," Elena whispered. "I watched him grow up. I welcomed him into our home. How co

The surgical waiting room was a prison of white walls and hard plastic chairs.Cassian sat in the corner, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles were white. He had not moved in hours. He had not eaten. He had not slept. He could only sit and wait and pray to a God he was not sure he believed in.Elena was beside him, her face pale and drawn, her hands wrapped around a rosary she had found in the hospital chapel. Alexander Sr. stood by the window, his back to the room, his shoulders rigid with tension. He had not spoken since they arrived.The driver, Thomas, and the security guard, Marcus, were also in surgery. Thomas had a fractured skull and internal bleeding. Marcus had broken ribs and a shattered collarbone. They were expected to survive, but the doctors had been cautious.But it was Colt who occupied everyone's thoughts. Colt, the little boy who had been thrown from the car like a ragdoll. Colt, whose head had struck a metal pole with a sicken

The interior of the factory was a cathedral of decay.Moonlight filtered through shattered skylights, casting pale beams onto the rusted machinery and crumbling concrete. The air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Somewhere in the darkness, water dripped—a slow, steady rhythm that echoed through the vast space like a heartbeat.Cassian followed Julian through the maze of broken equipment, his senses on high alert. Every shadow seemed to move. Every sound made his muscles tense. But he kept his face calm, his steps steady. He could not afford to show fear. Not now. Not when Clara and Emory's lives hung in the balance."Tell me something," Julian said, his voice casual, as if they were walking through a park instead of a deathtrap. "Did you ever suspect me? In all those years we were friends—all those dinners, all those conversations—did you ever look at me and think, 'This man is my enemy'?""No," Cassian said truthfully. "I never did.""That's what made it so easy

Cassian's heart stopped. But the bullet had not hit Clara. It had slammed into the concrete floor inches from Cassian's knees, sending chips of stone flying."The next one goes through her head," Julian snarled. "Now call off your men. NOW!"Cassian fumbled for his phone. His hands were shaking. "I'll do it. I'll call them off. Just—please—don't hurt her."He dialed Nathaniel's number and pressed the phone to his ear."Sir?" Nathaniel's voice was tense. "We heard a gunshot. Are you all right?""Stand down," Cassian said, his voice raw. "All of you. Pull back. No one moves. Do you understand?""Sir—""That's an order, Nathaniel. Pull back. Now."There was a long pause. Then: "Understood, sir. We're pulling back."Cassian ended the call and looked at Julian. "It's done. They're gone. Let them go."Julian smiled—a slow, cruel smile. "Not yet. We still have the exchange to complete. You're going to walk out of here with me. And your wife and daughter are going to stay behind with my men.