Todos los capítulos de The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Atlas didn't remember the drive out of Harrington Tower.He remembered the article. The old photograph of Elara from her Hale Fashion days. Every question it had raised about her death records and her identity.By the time the car pulled away from the curb, his phone was already in his hand.He wasn't angry with Elara. Never at her. His fury had one direction, and it was toward whoever had dug through her old life and thrown it online for the city to tear apart.Bauer picked up on the first ring.“Find out who owns Seattle Gossip.”“Already started,” Bauer said. “The main site runs through a small media company. Layered LLCs, nothing clever. Give me an hour for names.”“I want more than names. Owners. Investors. Advertisers. Debt. Offices. Everyone financing them and everyone they answer to.” Atlas's voice was flat. “And whatever they're afraid of.”A pause. Bauer had worked for him long enough to know what afraid of meant.“Understood.”Atlas hung up. The phone lit again almost immed

Edward Harrington's old study still smelled like paper and cedar.Boxes of family photographs sat on one shelf, the ones Amelia had taken down after Edward and Maeve died. Elara looked at them once, then made herself look away.Tony took the desk, laptop open, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Elara sat across from him with a stack of files.“Lawyers are going to ask how the family found you,” he said. “And how your placement happened in the first place. I'd rather have answers before they do.”She turned a folder over in her hands. “You said they sent me away to protect me.”“Yes.”It was the same answer he had given her before.“From what?”Tony took off his glasses.“I never knew everything,” he admitted, blowing on the glasses.She believed him. He had been meant to find her at eighteen. Then Maeve became ill, and Tony had been busy helping Edward out of an illegal deal. By the time he could finally reach her, Elara had already left the city for college.“So we find out,” she said.

Evelyn Mercer lived in a narrow gray house at the end of a steep street.Elara was free to go on as she pleased, and Atlas stayed in the car. That was the deal.Elara rang the bell and waited. Tony's voice sat in her earpiece, low. “Evelyn agreed to let me stay on the line as she apparently remembers my voice.”The door opened as soon as his voice died in her ears, the chain still on.A woman in her early seventies looked out at her. She had her silver hair pinned back while dressed in a cardigan. Her reading glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, slightly exposing her eyes that shone like a scalpel.She said nothing for several seconds, and Elara who had initially prepared a meeting, simply stared back at her.“Maeve's eyes,” Evelyn said quietly. “You've got your mother's eyes.”It hit harder than Elara expected. She had seen the resemblance in photographs, but that was very different from hearing someone else say it.The chain came off from the door and Elara stepped in as politel

Atlas and Elara rode the same vehicle to the old brick building where Varela Atelier occupied the second floor, just above a tailor's shop and a florist.As the car rolled to a stop, Elara made to get out but paused when she saw Atlas about to do the same.“Just wait here, I can handle this one myself.”He gave her a look she could barely decode, then nodded and took out his phone.Elara didn’t think much of it, as she wasn’t in the mood to read his looks. She got out and shut the car door gently behind her.At the entrance, she began checking her notes when she heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. A frown graced her face as she thought about who it was.“You're early.”She turned, her frown shifting to surprise as it wasn’t what she expected.Darren stood two steps down, coat open, a leather folder tucked under one arm.“Darren?” She blinked, her voice filled with disbelief. “In the flesh.” He chuckled.Elara shook her head. “You didn't have to fly down.”“And miss the chance t

The car pulled up to the hotel in silence, and Elara stepped out with the folder held against her chest, while Atlas followed a half step behind. Neither of them spoke in the lobby or even in the private elevator, where the brass doors showed two people standing very carefully apart.Atlas’ reflection watched hers, and catching it, she looked away first. Deep down, she hated that she did, but couldn’t bring herself to do the same again.In the suite, Elara set the folder on the coffee table and turned.Atlas had stopped just inside the door. He opened his mouth like a man who had decided to say something.Her phone rang.Tony.She looked at Atlas a second longer than she needed to. Then she answered and put the call on speaker.“Tell me you have good news.”“I have news.” Tony’s voice was crisp, even from Seattle. “Hale’s lawyers have amended their claim, and that’s what they wanted to discuss with my office.”Atlas closed his mouth and sat down across from her.Elara almost laughed.