Todos los capítulos de Married to My Enemy's Son: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Nadia finally opened the full email thread early the next morning, long after the wedding guests had departed and the house had settled into its quiet, familiar rhythm.Caiden sat beside her at the head of the long oak table, his coffee cooling untouched in front of him as he leaned in to read over her shoulder."A priority dispute," Nadia said slowly, tracking the legal jargon line by line. "Someone's officially challenging the foundation's core renewable patent.""On what grounds?" Caiden’s voice dropped into that quiet, controlled register he used when navigating a crisis."They're claiming a pre-existing filing," Nadia said, scrolling down. "The lawsuit was filed by Meridian Clean Tech Holdings, but they're basing their claim on a March 1994 patent application originally filed by a private company called Meridian Solutions Group, five months before your father filed."Caiden’s jaw tightened."Meridian? That entity never came up in any of the corporate audits Leo ran.""According t

Nadia read the message twice, her thumb hovering over the glass before she passed the phone across the desk to Caiden."The last truth I can still remember," she quoted softly. "Before I forget how to say it."Caiden took the phone, his jaw setting into that hard, familiar angle that always came when he was walling off his own panic to think logically."He knows he’s running out of time," Caiden said quietly. "The stroke took half his speech. If he suffers another event, or deteriorates further, whatever he's holding back dies with him."Nadia leaned against the edge of the heavy oak desk, looking down at her hands."I'm calling the medical director tonight. I need to know if this is real or if he's just pulling us back into his orbit.""I'll get Leo on the line," Caiden said, reaching for his phone. "If Roland is actually ready to talk, I want every word recorded under legal privilege."Nadia dialed the number Dr. Hendricks had provided.The line barely rang twice before a crisp, pro

The Financial Times crew arrived at nine sharp on Thursday. Three black vans pulled through the wrought-iron gates, unloading cameras, lighting grids, and sound gear with military efficiency.Nadia stood by the front window, watching through the glass with a knot in her stomach that felt entirely different from the legal crises of the past year."You look like you're about to face a jury," Caiden observed, adjusting his watch strap."This is worse," Nadia admitted, turning to him. "We’re not fighting off a lawsuit. We're opening the doors and letting people look inside."Caiden reached out, his fingers catching hers and squeezing gently. "Then we don't play defense today. We just tell the truth."Sarah Chen, the senior feature writer, walked in first. She was sharp, mid-thirties, with a warm smile and eyes that looked like they could spot a lie from across the room."Thank you both for letting us in," Sarah said, shaking their hands. "I know how carefully you’ve guarded your privacy t

The email sat open between them on the terrace table, the harsh glare of the smartphone screen cutting through the damp evening air.Caiden read the words twice, his face unreadable. Then he set the phone down against the stone railing."How?" Nadia asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper."It doesn't say."He picked the phone back up, his thumb scrolling to the bottom of the formal notification."Cardiac arrest. Sometime overnight. Sudden."Neither of them moved.The distant hum of city traffic drifted over the gardens, sharp and incongruous against the sudden silence inside the house."You don't look surprised," Nadia said, watching him closely."I'm not."Caiden stared out into the dark trees lining the driveway."Dr. Hendricks warned us his heart was barely holding on. We knew this was coming eventually."She waited for him to say more—to drop his shoulders, to vent the anger he had carried for years, to show relief.He did none of those things."Caiden?""I don't know what

Nadia stared at the photograph until her phone screen went dark."1993," she said softly, her thumb brushing the glass. "That’s a full year before the document theft. Before Wolfe Meridian was even on the map."Caiden leaned over her shoulder, reading the faded handwriting on the back of the print. He didn't say a word."Carver swore to us that he never met Roland until early 1994," Nadia continued, turning around to face him. "He said Roland cornered him using fabricated evidence about my mother.""That’s the story he gave us," Caiden said quietly."Which means he lied.""Or Carver didn't realize Roland had already been pulling strings behind the scenes," Caiden countered. "Or your mother knew Carver long before Roland ever brought him into the picture."Nadia dialed her mother’s number immediately."Do you remember him?" Nadia demanded the second the call connected, skipping any greeting. "David Carver. From before Dad."A long, heavy silence hung over the line."I remember a David,