บททั้งหมดของ Married to My Enemy's Son: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Leo took the wheel, and Caiden hadn't argued.He'd walked downstairs with his coat already on while Nadia was still grabbing hers from the hook, heading straight for the back seat.In his quick, quiet way, Caiden knew that tonight was not a night to worry about driving on top of everything else.She slipped in beside him as Leo eased the car out of the estate.The city lights blurred past the windows, but neither of them spoke.Some silences were kinder than words.Caiden stared out his window.His jaw stayed tight, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside.She knew that look by now.He wasn't shutting her out; he was retreating into himself.So she stayed beside him and let the silence keep him company.The hospital looked painfully familiar.It was the same one where they'd come for Harlowe's twenty-week scan.She kept the memory to herself as they headed for cardiology on the fifth floor.They crossed the lobby in silence and stepped into the elevator.Caiden hit the button for the f

The call with Carver lasted nearly an hour.He told them everything.His voice shook, and more than once he stopped, corrected himself, then started again, as though saying it aloud after thirty years was harder than he'd imagined.He talked about meeting Nadia's mother in 1993, their brief eight-month relationship, and how he had used her address without a second thought.Then came the nightmare of 1994.Roland had appeared with the fabricated embezzlement file.Carver explained the impossible choice he’d faced—watch the woman he cared about have her life ruined, or hand over the access codes Roland wanted.He hadn't believed it would go that far.He hadn't imagined Harlan Wolfe would die or the company would unravel the way it did.By the time the full scale of the disaster hit him, it was too late.Harlan was gone, and Carver was trapped.Roland had kept the fake embezzlement file as insurance, ensuring Carver could never go to the police without destroying Nadia's mother in the pr

Nadia woke later than usual to the sound of the ocean.There were no city noises here—no distant hum of traffic or the quiet, structured rustle of staff moving through the estate. Just the tide, slow and steady, washing against the pilings beneath the house.She lay still for a minute, staring at the ceiling of the guest room.It was temporary, yet it didn't feel that way.Her mind drifted to the folded pages she’d handed Caiden the night before.She wondered if he had read them, then gently forced the thought away.Worrying about his reaction wasn't going to change it.She got up, dressed, and headed downstairs.The kitchen was small, its wide window looking directly out over the wooden deck and the silver-grey morning sea.Leo stood by the counter, quietly brewing coffee.Cullen was already at the table, a plate of toast in front of him, staring happily at his phone.Caiden’s chair was empty."He went out early," Cullen said, not looking up from his screen. "He always does that here

Caiden was already awake.She found him out on the deck, his phone pressed to his ear. Leo’s call had clearly reached him before her own phone had even stopped vibrating. He stood flush against the wooden railing, staring at the gray horizon with that absolute, unblinking stillness she had learned to recognize. He wasn't panicking; his mind was already breaking down the problem.He caught her eye as she stepped outside but didn't break focus.Nadia didn't interrupt.She quietly claimed the chair Eleanor had occupied the night before and waited.Fragments of his conversation drifted over the sound of the surf. Legal jargon, regulatory contacts, specific names. It was the precise, unyielding language of a man who knew exactly which string to pull to make an empire move.He slid the phone into his pocket and turned back to the water."He slipped out last night," Caiden said, his voice flat. "Right after the official notice went live. His defense team claims they have no way to reach him.

Leo released the statement to the media at eleven that night.It wasn't a standard corporate press release.It was a sharp, clinical six-paragraph document attached directly to the active regulatory filing and sent simultaneously to seven prominent financial journalists who covered corporate litigation and intellectual property rights.The text explicitly detailed the 1994 banking infrastructure platforms, named Harlan Wolfe as the sole originating architect, and designated Wolfe Holdings as the legal successor entity.Most importantly, it stated plainly that any transaction involving the stolen documents would be legally treated as the receipt of property obtained through coercion and fraud.By midnight, three major financial desks had authenticated the filing and flagged it as a breaking exclusive.By one in the morning, the silence from Roland's end was absolute.Nadia sat at the kitchen table, her phone resting face-up beside her cup of tea.Across the room, Caiden leaned over the