Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ELARAThe Vane family home was not a house. It was a statement carved into the side of a hill above the city.Julian drove us there himself on Sunday evening, which was unusual enough that I noted it, and he did not speak much on the way.“Remember what I told you,” he said as we turned through the gates.“I remember,” I replied.“She will be warm,” he said. “Do not mistake the warmth for safety.”The car stopped at the front of the house and a member of staff opened my door before I could reach for it.I stepped out and looked up at the house and felt the full weight of everything it had been built on press down on me.My father had helped build the fortune that paid for this. He had never once been allowed to stand where I was standing now.Victoria Vane was waiting in the entrance hall.She was somewhere in her sixties, elegant and perfectly composed, and she crossed the marble floor toward me with both hands extended and a smile that reached exactly as far as she wanted it to reac

ELARAJulian did not speak until we were through the gates and onto the dark road that led down from the hill.His hands were tight on the wheel and his jaw was set and the composure he wore everywhere had thinned almost to nothing.“What did she say to you,” he asked. “At the door.”“You saw that,” I replied.“I see everything where my mother is concerned,” he said. “What did she say.”I looked at him and made a decision in that second to give him part of the truth and watch what he did with it.“She said she knew how my father’s story ended,” I said. “And that she would hate for mine to end the same way.”Julian’s hands tightened further on the wheel and the car slowed slightly before he caught himself.“She threatened you,” he said. It was not a question.“She did it warmly,” I replied. “But yes.”He was quiet for a long moment and when he spoke his voice carried something I had not heard from him before.It was not the composed voice and it was not the unguarded voice. It was the

ELARAThe safe place was a small apartment above a closed shop on a street with no name worth remembering.It was plain and clean and entirely without the wealth that lived in everything else Julian touched.He locked the door behind us and checked the window and only then did he set down his keys and look at me.“You are very calm for a woman who just learned her oldest friend has been following her,” he said.“I am thinking,” I replied.“About what,” he asked.I sat down on the edge of a worn chair and looked at the phone screen still showing Silas’s name.“Following us is not the same as wanting us dead,” I said. “You said it yourself on the hill. Whoever was in that car wanted to know where we went, not to stop us getting there.”Julian sat across from me and studied my face. “You are defending him,” he said.“I am refusing to convict him without understanding,” I replied. “There is a difference and it has kept me alive so far.”Julian was quiet for a moment and then he nodded slo

ELARA Silas took me to a house on the far edge of the city the next evening, a plain place behind a high wall on a street where nobody looked twice at anyone.He stopped at the door and turned to me before he opened it."He has changed," Silas said. "Fourteen years and what they did to him have changed him. Try to remember the man underneath.""I do not remember the man underneath," I replied. "I was ten when he left. I remember a feeling, not a man."Silas looked at me with something gentle in his face and then he opened the door.The room inside was small and warm and lined with papers and folders stacked in the careful order of a man who had spent years building something with no one watching.And standing in the centre of it, older and thinner and greyer than any image I had ever held of him, was my father.Daniel Hale looked at me and his whole face moved through something I did not have a name for.For a long moment neither of us spoke.I had imagined this moment a thousand tim

ELARAI read the message three times and then I put the phone down and made myself breathe."She has Mom," I said. "She wants the drive. One hour. I come alone."My father moved toward me at once. "You are not going alone," he said. "That is exactly what she did to Mara. A woman alone with no witnesses and no record. You will not walk into that.""If I do not go, she hurts my mother," I replied. "You read the same message I did.""And if you do go with the drive, she takes the one piece of evidence that frees me and then she has no reason to let either of you leave that apartment," he said.The truth of it sat in the room and none of us could argue it away.Victoria had designed a choice with no good answer. The drive or my mother. The evidence or the woman. She had built it the way she built everything, so that whichever way I moved, I lost.So I stopped trying to choose between her options and started looking for the one she had not offered."Silas," I said. "How many people do we h