Alle Kapitel von 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 138

THIRD PERSON POV The floodlights turned the black water into a shifting sheet of silver. Generators hummed. Divers surfaced in rotation, shaking their heads. The head of the recovery team rubbed his forehead with a gloved hand, exhaustion clear in the set of his shoulders. “Mr. King.” the man said carefully, “we’ve been at this for hours. I don’t think she’s still here.” Noah stood at the edge of the embankment, coat collar turned up against the wind. His face was unreadable in the harsh light. “So she survived,” he said. The words came out flat, stripped of hope or question. The man swallowed. Even without seeing Noah’s expression clearly, the aura radiating from him screams terrifying and dangerous. “Not… necessarily, sir.” He finally found his voice. “My men have covered every reachable radius. We recovered the driver two hours in. But Miss Sinclair herself—” He trailed off under the look that settled on him. The commander felt a surge of helpless frustration. He had p

THIRD PERSON POVThe visitation room at the correctional facility was all hard surfaces. Bolted tables, scratched plexiglass dividers, the constant low murmur of other conversations under the watch of officers along the wall. Lora sat in the orange jumpsuit—her face hollowed out, her left hand, still wrapped in thick, stained medical gauze—throbbed with a dull, incessant ache where her fingers had been severed.She had stopped counting the days. Her mother had not come. Jamie had not come. She had begun to believe no one would.When the officer called her name, a thin, irrational hope still rose. Someone had asked for her. Someone still cared.Stephanie Langford was already waiting.She looked more expensive here—tailored coat, clean hair, the faint scent of floral that did not belong in a room that smelled of disinfectant and metal. Her eyes moved over Lora’s prison clothes with open assessment, the corner of her mouth lifting.“Wow,” Stephanie said. “You look… really different.”L

THIRD PERSON POV The door of the upper wing study closed behind Remy, bringing an end to another four-hour advanced tutoring session. At seven years old, his mind was sharper than most children twice his age, but the weight of the daily routine left him perpetually exhausted. He adjusted his dark blue sweater and walked down toward his bedroom, eager to shut out the world. He was halfway down the hallway when a slim figure stepped out from the side gallery, blocking his path. "Hi, darling." Remy paused, swallowing his annoyance. He forced his face into an unreadable blank as he looked up at the intruder. It was her again. "Do you need anything?" she asked, her voice dripping with a sickly sweet warmth as she reached out, cupping his chin. "Why don't I help you with your homework today?" Remy flinched subtly, jerking his head back to break her grip. His jaw tigh

Three years ago, the morning mist had barely lifted off the coastal cliffs when the roar of the tide brought an unimaginable sight to the shores of the isolated fishing hamlet.The village women, carrying woven baskets down to the pools to fetch water, had frozen at the edge of the wet sand. Half-buried in kelp and ocean foam lay a body. Blood, dried to a crust, clung to the tattered fabric of her silk clothes, and her skin was as pale as marble. It had taken ten minutes of hushed whispers and trembling courage before the village elders finally approached, only to gasp as they felt a faint flutter beneath her wrist.She was alive.Panicked shouts echoed through the village as four men carefully lifted the wounded stranger, sprinting through the paths toward the cottage on the edge of the forest—the sanctuary of Master Zay.When the young doctor opened his clinic doors, his usual stoic expression had faltered for a fraction of a second. A total stranger, washed ashore like a broken do