All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alejandro’s POVMaria’s memory gives us only one clue. An old Vega storage office near the waterfront that hasn’t been used in years, and somehow that tiny detail feels bigger than every file we’ve uncovered.The drive there is strangely quiet. Dylan drums his fingers on the dashboard before groaning, “If this place has ghosts, I’m quitting today,” and I shake my head because only Dylan could complain before seeing the building.“You don’t believe in ghosts.” “I don’t.” “Then why are you nervous?” “I’m not nervous.” He points at the steering wheel. “My hands are sweating for dramatic effect.” I laugh under my breath. “You rehearse these lines?” “They come naturally.” “That’s somehow worse.”When we stop outside the warehouse, the building looks forgotten. Broken windows, faded paint, rust crawling across the metal shutters, and years of silence hanging over every wall. Dylan stares at it for a long second. “…Tell me we’re burning this place down afterward.”“We’re searching it.” “I li

Alejandro’s POVThe conference room looks worse than yesterday. Coffee cups everywhere, pizza boxes stacked in one corner, and enough financial reports to build a second office. Dylan rubs both eyes and complains that he’s forgotten what sunlight looks like, while Ethan barely glances up from his laptop.Camila walks in carrying another tray with four coffees, fresh sandwiches, and actual fruit. Dylan stares at the apples in disbelief, but she simply sets everything down and reminds him he’s eaten pizza five meals in a row. Ethan steals the sandwich before Dylan can finish complaining, and the room finally settles again.Papers slide across the table. Numbers. Transfers. Invoices. Account statements. Hours disappear as every suspicious payment Dylan traces leads somewhere, then somewhere else, then somewhere else again. He circles one shell company after another until he throws his pen onto the table.“This is ridiculous,” he says. “They buried everything.”I lean back slowly and tell

Alejandro’s POVThe conference room isn’t full of lawyers anymore. It’s full of ordinary people carrying ordinary pain that should’ve never become ordinary. Nobody speaks at first. Not because they don’t want to. Because saying it out loud makes everything real.Camila walks in quietly. No speech. No dramatic entrance. She simply smiles and thanks them for coming. A middle-aged man admits he almost turned around. She nods gently and says she almost would’ve understood. His wife nudges him and says he needed dragging. The tension eases just enough for breathing to become easier.An elderly woman clutches an old photograph and begins talking about her daughter. Her voice cracks immediately. Nobody interrupts. Not even the cameras. Camila quietly kneels beside her chair instead of standing above her and simply says she’s listening. The woman wipes her tears and explains they were told everything was normal.Across the room, another man raises his hand and says they were told the same thi

Alejandro’s POVNobody speaks as Dylan inserts the flash drive. The screen stays black for a few seconds that somehow feel longer than the past five years. The video flickers. Sophia appears. She isn’t crying. She isn’t hiding. She sits at a plain desk wearing a white blouse with her hair tied back, and the first thing she does is smile at the camera.“If you’re watching this…” she tilts her head, “then I either won… or I lost.” The room freezes. Dylan quietly lowers his eyes. Camila reaches for my hand under the table without looking away from the screen. Sophia lets out a tiny laugh and hopes it’s the first one.She rubs her forehead and admits she’s recorded this three times already because she keeps talking too fast and apparently blinks like a malfunctioning robot. Camila smiles despite herself. Sophia leans closer to the camera and explains that if this recording exists, it means she found enough evidence to scare somebody. She wishes she could say she’s surprised, but she’s bee

Alejandro’s POVThe police station doesn’t feel like victory. It feels like holding my breath for one mistake. The conference room door closes behind me. Only six people are inside. Two investigators. The chief prosecutor. Ethan. Dylan. And me.Nobody wastes time. Files immediately cover the table. Photographs. Financial records. Witness statements. Sophia’s recordings. Maria’s testimony. The hidden payments. Everything. The lead investigator slowly adjusts his glasses and says he’s reviewed everything twice, then reviewed it again. My stomach tightens. He quietly nods. It’s enough.Nobody celebrates. Nobody smiles. The room only grows quieter. Dylan finally exhales that he’s been holding that breath for weeks. Ethan nudges him. The investigator actually chuckles. For one second the tension eases. Then another folder slides across the table.The prosecutor opens it carefully. Multiple arrest warrants. She taps each page. Victor Vega. Three executives. Two doctors. One financial advise