Married To My Ex's Ruthless Father의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Damien’s POV The photograph on Isabella’s phone froze both of us into complete stillness for what felt like an eternity. Grace, captured from some hidden vantage point just beyond our property line, playing obliviously in the garden two days earlier, the exact spot marked by the small stone fountain near the eastern wall.“They were right there,” Isabella whispered, her voice shaking. “Right outside our wall, watching her.”I grabbed the phone from her hands, studying the image myself, my heart pounding with a fury I hadn’t felt since the very first threatening note arrived months ago. “Get security in here immediately,” I said, already moving toward the intercom.Within minutes, our head of security stood in the study, examining the photograph carefully on Isabella’s phone.“This was taken from outside the eastern perimeter,” he confirmed, his expression grim. “That section has motion sensors, cameras, everything we’ve reinforced since the earlier breach. Whoever did this either fou

Damien’s POV The message on Isabella’s phone sent a wave of cold fury through me unlike anything I had felt since this entire nightmare began. I read it twice, then a third time, my jaw tightening with every word.“There are others already in place,” I repeated aloud, my voice tight. “Closer than you realize.”“Damien,” Isabella whispered, her hand trembling as she clutched Grace’s crib railing. “What does that mean? Who else could be involved?”“I don’t know,” I admitted, though the admission tasted bitter. “But we’re not staying here tonight. Not until security sweeps this entire house again, top to bottom.”Within the hour, our entire estate had transformed into something resembling a controlled emergency, security personnel moving methodically through every room, every closet, every possible hiding place, while Isabella held Grace close, refusing to let her out of arm’s reach for even a moment.Gabriel arrived shortly after, his expression grim as he coordinated with the securit

Damien’s POV Isabella’s hand shook so violently the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. I grabbed it from her before it could fall, my eyes fixed on the frozen frame of the video, Sophia standing quietly in Eleanor’s doorway, watching Diane photograph confidential documents without a single trace of alarm on her face.“That’s not possible,” Isabella whispered. “Damien, that’s Sophia. That has to be some kind of manipulation, a deepfake, something Victor created to turn us against each other.”I studied the footage more carefully, replaying it twice, searching desperately for any sign of manipulation, any inconsistency that might confirm Isabella’s hope. But the footage looked disturbingly authentic, the lighting, the movement, even Sophia’s familiar mannerisms captured with unsettling precision.“I need Gabriel to verify this immediately,” I said, already dialing.Gabriel arrived within the hour, his own expression grim as he examined the footage on his laptop, running it through se

Isabella’s POV I turned instinctively at Gabriel’s warning, my heart pounding as I spotted Ethan standing near the café entrance, scanning the room. His eyes landed on our table, and instead of the calculated coldness I braced myself for, his expression shifted immediately into something closer to panic.He walked over quickly, ignoring the obvious tension radiating from our table. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “All of you. Right now.”“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Damien said, his tone sharp enough to make several nearby patrons glance over.“I know,” Ethan said. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Please, just give me five minutes.”Sophia, still visibly shaken from our earlier accusations, watched him carefully. “Is this about the payments?” she asked.Ethan’s expression tightened. “What payments?”“Don’t play games,” Damien said. “We traced financial records showing you paid Sophia regularly over the past fourteen months.”Ethan sat down heavily in

Isabella’s POV The words hit me like ice water. “Grace,” I said, already moving toward the exit. “Damien, Grace is at the estate.”“The nanny’s there,” Damien said, though his voice carried the same fear gripping my chest. “Security’s stationed at every entrance.”“That didn’t stop Marcus from getting close enough to photograph her in the garden,” I said, my hands trembling as I pulled out my phone, already dialing the estate’s security line.It rang twice before connecting. “This is Isabella Ricci,” I said, my voice tight with barely controlled panic. “I need immediate confirmation that my daughter is safe.”“Mrs. Ricci,” the guard answered, his tone calm but alert. “Everything’s secure here. Grace is asleep in the nursery, nanny’s with her now.”“I need you to lock down the entire property immediately,” I said. “Nobody in or out, and I mean nobody, until we arrive.”“Understood,” he said. “I’ll notify the rest of the team right now.”I hung up, relief mixing uncomfortably with cont