Todos los capítulos de Unintended Bride : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Author’s POVAnya smiled, turned darker and she started to list her plans. “Our best line of action is to attack one of his most prized assets while he is busy entertaining his wife. We hit his company where it hurts the hardest, while he is distracted with the most inconsequential of problems.”“And you think we don't know this because….” Gabe added, mocking her and stopped as he heard his father clear his throat. Anya carried on like it was a habit she was used to. “Your father's injunction can be taken and twisted into a media scandal that will destroy Hampton Holdings' reputation. More importantly, it will give a sufficient enough reason for Hampton himself to sue us for defamation of character. Fabricated financial records can be released to the press. Records that will tell the world that Hampton Holdings International is nothing more than a money laundering front for offshore companies. We pin the blame for leaking that information to a disgruntled former executive of Hampton

Nina's POV Gideon seemed to come back to earth as he blinked, then looked at Liam and chuckled nervously. “Of course. I’ll show her where everything is, how the scheduling system works, and which coffee places deliver fastest to the building.” Gideon ticked items off on his fingers. “Oh, and the filing system. That one’s important. And the—““Gideon.” Liam’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “Training. Professional. Keep your hands to yourself and maintain appropriate distance at all times.”The room went very quiet.Gideon raised both hands in mock surrender. “Understood, boss. No touching, no friendly gestures, no standing closer than arm’s length. Got it.”“I’m serious.”“So am I.” Gideon turned to me with an exaggerated formality that almost made me laugh. “Mrs. Hampton, if you’ll follow me, I’ll begin your orientation. We’ll start with a tour of the office and then move to the scheduling software.”I glanced back at Liam, who was watching us with that same guarded expressio

Liam's POVI watched from my office window as Nina walked back to her desk, my eyes tracking her silhouette through the glass partition. A few minutes earlier, I had watched her match Marcus Webb word for word in the lounge, and I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my mouth.But the smile died when I saw her stop mid-step and stare at her phone.Her shoulders went rigid. The color drained from her face. She looked out the window, down at the street below, and I saw her mouth form a single word.I was already moving before I knew why.I pushed through the connecting door just as she turned from the window. Her face was pale. Her hands trembled around the phone."Nina. What's wrong? You look very pale."She didn't answer right away. She held out the phone, and I took it. The text was still on the screen.See you soon, sister."Who sent this?" I asked."She's outside." Nina's voice was barely a whisper. "Anya. I saw her. She waved at me."I looked out the window. The street below was

Liam's POV The call came at seven forty-eight PM. I was in my home office, nursing a glass of whiskey I hadn't touched in the last hour. Nina had gone upstairs an hour ago, saying she was tired, but I knew she wasn't. She always woke up when the clock struck the hour, and it was only a matter of time before she asked me what was going on.I silenced my phone as soon as I saw the unknown number, heart hammering in my chest. "Hampton," I said warily."We've got something," Marcus's voice growled from the other end. "Your sister-in-law is quite the busy woman.""Tell me.""She spent yesterday afternoon at a hotel in Midtown. Met with a man fitting the description of your CFO, James Whitmore. They were in the bar for about an hour before she left with another man to a hotel room upstairs,""Whitmore?""We got photos. Clear enough to see his face. Want me to send them over?""Do it. Anything else?""One of my men followed Whitmore after he left the hotel. He stopped at a printing shop in

Liam's POVThe café on 52nd and Lex was the kind of place that tried too hard to look old. Exposed brick, wrought-iron tables, a chalkboard menu with prices that made my jaw tighten. I spotted Anya before she saw me. She sat at a corner table, a cup of something steaming in front of her, her red hair catching the light from the window.She looked up as I approached. That smirk. The one that made me want to walk right back out."Liam. You came."I didn't sit. "You have five minutes.""Then sit down. We have a lot to cover."I pulled out the chair across from her and sat. The metal legs scraped against the floor. I kept my hands flat on the table, palms down.Anya took a sip of her drink, watching me over the rim. "You know, I always liked you. Even when Nina chose you over her family, I thought, well, at least she picked someone with spine.""Flattery won't get you extra time.""Fine. Straight to business." She set the cup down. "I'm willing to call off the attacks on your company. The