All Chapters of Marrying My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Arthur Graves stepped into the chamber with slow, measured confidence.His operatives spread out behind him, weapons raised.The tunnel suddenly felt much smaller.Much more dangerous.His gaze immediately fell on the waterproof case in Amelia’s hands.A satisfied smile crossed his face.“So Daniel did leave it here.”Ethan subtly moved in front of Amelia.His broad shoulders blocked Arthur’s view of the case.“You’ve already lost.”Arthur chuckled.“Have I?”He glanced around the chamber.“There are twelve of my men.”Then he looked at Ethan’s security team.“You have five.”Marcus tightened his grip on his rifle.“No one’s leaving with that file.”Arthur ignored him.Instead, he spoke directly to Amelia.“You’ve spent weeks searching for the truth.”He took another step closer.“Now you’re holding it.”Amelia’s fingers tightened around the case.“You’re never getting it.”Arthur’s smile didn’t fade.“I don’t need the whole file.”The statement caught everyone off guard.“What do you

Amelia’s entire body froze.The satellite phone felt impossibly heavy in Marcus’s hand.No one spoke.Even Arthur Graves seemed interested.“Give it to me,” Amelia whispered.Marcus handed her the phone.Her fingers trembled so badly that she almost dropped it.She lifted it to her ear.“…Hello?”For several seconds, there was only static.Then she heard it.A woman’s quiet, shaky breathing.“Amelia?”The voice was soft.Gentle.Filled with emotion.Tears instantly blurred Amelia’s vision.“Who… who is this?”A long silence followed.Then the woman answered.“It’s me.”Another pause.“Your mother.”Amelia’s knees nearly gave way.Ethan caught her before she fell.She clutched his arm tightly, unable to stop the tears streaming down her face.“I’ve dreamed about hearing your voice,” the woman whispered.“So many times.”Amelia couldn’t speak.She had imagined this moment countless times.But now that it had arrived…Words refused to come.Finally, she managed a single question.“Are yo

The ancient wall groaned as it slid open.A rush of cold air swept through the chamber, carrying the scent of damp earth and stone.Beyond the opening lay a narrow tunnel, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. Small lights embedded in the walls flickered to life one after another, as if the passage had been waiting years for someone to find it.Amelia stared at Victor.“You helped my father build this?”Victor’s eyes remained fixed on the tunnel.“Twenty-four years ago.”The disbelief on Amelia’s face was impossible to hide.“You were part of The Circle.”“I was.”“So why would you help him?”Victor let out a long breath.“Because Daniel wasn’t trying to destroy us.”Everyone looked at him.“He was trying to save us.”Arthur scoffed.“Don’t rewrite history.”Victor ignored him.“When I joined The Circle, I believed we were building a better future.”His voice was heavy with regret.“But Daniel discovered what the Founders were really doing.”“What were they doing?” A

The screech of tires shattered the silence outside.Marcus peered through the cracked window.“They’re here.”Five black SUVs blocked both ends of the narrow street.Men in dark tactical gear poured out, moving with military precision.“They’ve surrounded the building,” Marcus reported.Ethan looked around the abandoned workshop.There was no time to think.Only to act.“Rear exit,” he ordered.Marcus led the way through a rusted metal door at the back of the workshop. It opened into a narrow alley lined with old brick buildings.The group hurried into the maze of streets.Snow had begun to fall.Within minutes, their footprints disappeared beneath the fresh blanket of white.Victor glanced over his shoulder.“They’ll lose our trail.”“I hope so,” Amelia whispered.⸻Forty minutes later, they arrived at an old chalet overlooking the outskirts of Geneva.The wooden cabin looked forgotten by time.Its windows were covered with shutters, and thick pine trees surrounded it on every side.

The room remained silent.Every pair of eyes was fixed on the photograph of Charles Blackwood.Ethan stared at the screen as though it belonged to someone else.“My uncle…”He shook his head slowly.“No.”Marcus looked uneasy.“The ring is identical.”“It could be a coincidence.”Victor immediately disagreed.“Men like Charles don’t believe in coincidences.”Arthur, still restrained in the corner of the chalet, let out a quiet laugh.“You finally see the board.”Amelia turned sharply.“What do you mean?”Arthur leaned back in his chair.“You’ve been chasing the wrong king.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed.“Charles?”Arthur smiled.“I didn’t say that.”“But you’re getting warmer.”The answer only deepened the mystery.⸻Marcus’s phone suddenly buzzed.He checked the screen.“It’s one of our people in London.”Ethan nodded.“Put it on speaker.”Marcus answered.A familiar male voice came through.“Sir, we’ve just received an emergency notice from Blackwood International.”“What happened?” Ethan