All Chapters of Married To My Husband’s Father : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Her father had not only stolen money, he had also been working directly for Marcus Vance—Arthur Vance’s brother—all along."Marcus knew I was fake from day one," Chloe whispered, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up in her throat before she bit her lower lip to stop it. "He knew... and he let me play the princess while he waited to harvest the money."She looked at the screen again.Marcus Vance had been stripped of his position at Vance Global years ago because of Arthur, but his name still carried immense weight in the city's corporate underbelly. And more importantly, Marcus had a network of disgraced, desperate men who hated Arthur and Evelyn just as much as she did.Chloe’s thumb moved over the small keys of the phone, typing out the number stored under V-1.She lifted the black plastic phone to her ear and pressed it firmly against her wet hair.The line connected. It rang twice.RING... RING..."Who is this?" a rough male voice answered from the speaker. The background noise wa

His eyes scanned the top line. DEED OF JOINT OWNERSHIP AND DIRECT MANAGING AUTHORITY - VANCE GLOBAL OCEANIC FLEET.Julian leaned over Marcus’s shoulder, his arrogant smirk fading line by line as his eyes reached the legal seals at the bottom of the second page."This is impossible..." Julian muttered, his voice cracking slightly as he looked up at Arthur. "You... you signed over fifty percent of the primary fleet assets to her? Last night?!""Fifty-one percent, Julian," Evelyn corrected cleanly. She reached down, her slender fingers flipping the page to reveal a second stamped document. "And as of six o'clock this morning, Monica Whales, the sole legal heir of the Whales Group, has assigned her full proxy voting block to my direct managing office."She leaned forward, placing both of her palms on the dark wood table, bringing her face three feet from Marcus’s pale, trembling snout."That means I hold sixty-two percent of the combined voting authority in this room right now," Evelyn sa

Ten miles away, the old industrial district sat in dead, suffocating darkness.A sleek black SUV rolled slowly off the cracked road, its headlights cut off, coasting on momentum into the yard of a disused boat-building yard. The building was a sunken iron shell, its furrowed metal walls rusted through, leaving dark holes that let in the damp night air.The SUV stopped.Keller stepped out of the driver's side. He was a broad, squat man with a thick neck and a pale scar cutting through his left eyebrow. He wore a dark leather jacket and held a heavy flashlight in his left hand.He walked over to the rear passenger door and pulled it open.Chloe stepped out onto the damp gravel.She had changed out of her torn silk trousers. Keller had thrown her a pair of oversized jeans and a black sweater.On her feet were cheap canvas sneakers two sizes too big, the white laces trailing in the mud.Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy knot with a piece of dark string, her face cleansed clean of m

At three o'clock in the morning, the executive lounge outside the Intensive Care Unit at Bowen’s Private Hospital was quiet and cold.The high-power fluorescent lights in the main hallway had been dimmed for the night, leaving the quiet waiting room in deep blue shadows. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city lay hidden beneath a fog that drifted off the ocean bay.Ethan sat on the long sofa, his head resting back against the wall.His phone screen lit up with the bright glare of the tabloid article Briggs had published three hours earlier.His dark eyes were fixed on the cropped photograph of Evelyn and Chloe. His jaw was clenched tight, the muscles along his cheeks locked like iron bands.“Did Evelyn Vance pay the fake heiress...?”The words burned into his mind.He remembered the day Chloe arrived at the estate three months ago. He remembered how smoothly she had slipped into their lives, how she had held that silver heart necklace in her hand.“What if...?” The dark

The dark, damp night air over the northern hills was heavy with the smell of wet ground and pine needles. A heavy, unbranded white utility van crept along the winding mountain road without its headlights on, its engine muted by a custom silencer. It rolled to a slow, silent stop fifty yards short of the massive gates of Safe House Three. The side door of the van slid open with a dry scrape. Chloe jumped down onto the damp gravel, her canvas sneakers landing silently. She wore her oversized black wool sweater, her dark beanie pulled low over her forehead, and her pistol gripped tightly in her right hand, her finger resting just outside the trigger guard. Behind her, Keller and the three other guards dropped out of the van. Each man carried tools—hydraulic bolt cutters, a powered angle grinder, and crowbars. Their breath plumed white in the cold mountain air. "Is this the place?" Briggs whispered, stepping up beside Chloe and wiping his nose with the back of his dirty glove.