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All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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Albert Still Takes Dennis Back.

The morning opened in chaos.A warrant landed at SOT headquarters addressed to Dennis Lincoln, and the media swarmed the entrance before the first officer was fully inside. I watched the live feed from the server room while Maximus ran numbers in the background, voice flat as it tracked SOT’s stock in real time.[Current decline: accelerating. Support levels failing.]“Buy on my personal account the moment it hits bottom,” I said. “All of it you can take without flagging.”[Acknowledged.]On the main monitor Dennis appeared in cuffs, escorted between two officers to a waiting car. The door shut. The vehicle pulled away. I closed the tab and shifted to the next task before the image had time to settle.By afternoon Alicia’s voice came through the intercom.“St. Mary’s Hospital is asking for a meeting. No appointment on the books.”“Check my schedule. Find the first open slot and tell them that’s the only time I’m available.”I was still marking the

Albert's Full Attack Started.

A few hours after Albert left my office, the news of Dennis’s release reached me.I had expected some form of counter-move. I had not expected the shape it took.The call came from one of my people inside the Maspeth site. His voice was already rough from smoke and shouting when I answered.“Ms. Stonefield....power supply room’s gone. Arson. Whole eastern grid for Opticon Evo is down. Flames are still climbing. We’re evacuating now.”I was on my feet before he finished the sentence.“Casualties?”“None confirmed yet. We’re still pulling people out of the secondary buildings. Samantha’s here. She’s coordinating on the ground.”The weight of it settled in my chest, expected in the abstract, wrong in every specific detail. “I’m on my way. Keep the line open as long as you can.”I was already moving through the tower, keys cold in my palm, the last of the server-room fatigue burned off by pure forward motion. The parking level smelled of concret

I Decided to Step Away to Keep her Safe.

I pulled a blanket from the back of the car and settled it over Samantha’s shoulders, then guided her to the hood to sit.Once she was seated I stayed beside her, and together we watched the aftermath move in slow, practical pieces, crews picking through the blackened eastern side, hoses being coiled, the last threads of smoke lifting into a sky that had finally gone fully light. The sharp chemical bite of the fire had softened into something duller, but it still clung to our clothes and hair. For a while neither of us spoke. The noise of the site had dropped to tired voices and the occasional radio crackle, and that quieter stretch was still holding when her phone buzzed against her leg.When she unlocked it, the tech team’s package was already waiting. I leaned in so we could watch the footage together on the small screen, our shoulders almost touching under the shared blanket.The video opened on a figure in a hard hat and mask stepping into the power s

Albert's Complete Downfall.

When the sun had fully risen above the clear sky, I had stopped being a person with mixed motives and become a machine with a single target.The office floor around me turned into a war room without anyone needing to name it. Kevin and Alicia stayed on open lines, taking orders as fast as I gave them and feeding results back in clipped confirmations. Screens showed supply maps tightening, creditor lists waking up, share registries shifting under pressure. Every route Albert still thought he controlled narrowed in real time.I started the releases myself. Reports left in sequence, financial irregularities, the McKenzie connection, the pattern of interference that had already cost Opticon Evo a power facility and nearly cost more. At the same time the supply cut completed. Every vendor and logistics partner in my network received the same notice.[Albert Stonefield, Dennis Lincoln, and the entire McKenzie bloodline were blacklisted from my properties effecti

Albert Stonefield's End.

I stayed where I was and let the screen do the work while the room caught up to what it was seeing.Kevin had left the monitor running, and the records kept moving in clean columns I already knew by heart, company money leaving SOT, threading through shell after shell, landing again and again in an account under Dennis’s sister’s name in Australia. Dates, amounts, intermediaries with nothing behind them but paper. I watched the board read it. Chairs that had been restless a minute earlier went still, and the air thickened until even the small sounds of the room seemed to pull back from the numbers on the wall.I waited through that stretch without filling it.When one of the senior shareholders finally cleared his throat, the silence broke with him.“I move to remove Albert Stonefield as CEO, effective immediately.”The man across from him did not hesitate.“I second the motion.”Another voice came in from further down the table.“All in fav

Silverstein's Still the Same.

The hallway outside the conference room filled with the sound of cuffs and low instructions as officers led Albert and Dennis toward the elevators.Employees stopped where they stood. Whispers moved along the glass walls, recognition, shock, the quick arithmetic of what it meant to watch the former CEO and his assistant leave the building in restraints. I did not follow them to the lobby. Alicia went with the authorities instead, copies of every file we had compiled already in her bag, ready to walk the charges through without gaps.When the corridor thinned I went back inside and took the chair at the head of the table.“Starting today SOT undergoes a full restructuring,” I said to the men still seated. “Everyone in this room is dismissed. You have nothing left to hold against the company or against me.”Security opened the doors on cue. The older shareholders resisted on the way out, insisting I had no authority over them, and just watched them go with an expr

I Got Into a Car Accident.

The signing took place under lights set for cameras, and for a stretch of minutes the room belonged entirely to the formal sequence of the deal.Lawrence and I sat on one side of the long table while the Moroccan delegation sat on the other. Documents moved in order, liability ceilings, data-retention windows, the automation scope for the oil-pumping systems under Maximus AI, and pens touched paper only when the lawyers indicated. When the last signature landed, the room held for the seal, and the media pool at the back captured the moment without being invited closer. Handshakes followed, then photographs, the usual arrangement of faces toward the lenses while the contract itself was already being logged as executed.We were meant to go straight into lunch afterward. I had just turned toward the corridor, still carrying the residual focus of the table, when my phone chimed against my palm.Samantha’s name sat on the screen. The message was short, that she want

This Can't be Real.

>>>Samantha's POVMorning light lay soft across the upper floors of Opticon Evo.From the lab side of the glass the city was still bright and clear, and the building held its usual early silence, the low hum of servers warming up, the distant click of a keyboard two workstations over, the faint cool of the air system moving through the open space. I had sent the message a few minutes earlier, before the morning brief, and still had not left my desk. I sat with one hand resting near the phone and looked out at the blue that had not yet hardened into the full day.This time the choice really was mine. No one had arranged the circumstances. No one had steered me toward her. It was just a decision I had finally been able to make for myself, cleanly. My heart would not settle, and it kept beating too fast at the simple thought of seeing her again, of telling her I chose her on my own, that I wanted to be with her, to talk through everything without anyt

Was I Too Late?

>>>Samantha's POVThe line was still open against my leg when the room started moving again.I don’t remember deciding to leave. One moment I was standing in the middle of the office with Alicia’s sobs coming through the phone, with the next the corridor was sliding past and the elevator doors were closing on Daphne’s face. My hands didn’t feel like mine. The parking level arrived somehow. I was at the driver’s door with the keys already useless in my fingers when another call cut across the open line.Kevin.I answered because the screen said his name. My hands shook so hard the phone nearly slipped.“Don’t drive alone,” he said. His voice was firmer than Alicia’s, but I could hear how rough it was underneath. “Have someone take you. If you want to be here for her, you need to arrive in one piece.”I couldn’t answer him. Tears were already falling and wouldn’t stop. I ended the call and rang Daphne, asking her, quietly, because my voic

She's in a Coma.

>>>Samantha's POVWaiting only made it worse.I cried until my eyes burned and my throat felt scraped raw, and still the doors stayed shut. Time stretched until it barely moved. Every minute sat on my chest like weight I could not shift. I lifted my head and watched the emergency entrance, the bright strip of light under the door, the muffled voices that never quite became words, the cold of the plastic chair against the backs of my legs. My hands would not warm up no matter how tightly I pressed them together. My stomach stayed knotted. Then my gaze found Kevin.The question left me ugly, emotions with nowhere clean to go.“Why did you let her drive?” My voice cracked on it, thick with tears I had not finished shedding. “She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Why would you let her get behind the wheel like that?”Kevin looked at me. For a second his eyes were cold and firm, as if he was staring straight at the reason she had been r

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