All Chapters of Marrying My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia was already halfway to the door before Ethan caught her wrist.“I’m going.”His grip tightened—not to stop her, but to make sure she looked at him.“We’re going.”Marcus was already barking orders into his radio.“Prepare the vehicles. We leave in five minutes.”Victor frowned.“Five minutes is four too many.”“We don’t even know where Catherine is heading,” Marcus replied.“We do,” Elena said quietly.Everyone turned toward her.Elena walked to the table and pointed at the railway map Daniel had left behind.“If Jonathan accessed Daniel’s second vault this morning, Catherine will head there.”“Why?” Amelia asked.“Because she knows Daniel.”Elena’s voice was certain.“He always hid the truth where his enemies were already looking. Catherine will try to get there before Jonathan can understand what he’s stolen.”Ethan nodded.“Zurich.”Marcus grabbed the keys.“We leave now.”⸻Two hours later…Snow whipped against the windshield as their convoy sped along the Swiss motorway.I

The photograph lay on the museum floor.No one reached for it.It felt less like evidence and more like a warning.Marcus finally slipped on a pair of gloves and picked it up.The edges were singed, as though someone had pulled it from a fire years ago.“The face was cut out recently,” he observed.“The paper is old, but the damage isn’t.”Victor took the photograph from him.His eyes narrowed.“I remember this picture.”Amelia looked at him.“You do?”Victor nodded slowly.“It was taken at a charity fundraiser almost twenty-five years ago.”He turned the photograph over.“Daniel hated posing for photographs.”A faint smile crossed Catherine’s lips despite the pain.“He always said cameras stole moments that should belong to memories.”Amelia squeezed her mother’s hand.The paramedics had finally arrived and were stabilizing her shoulder. The bullet had passed cleanly through, and although she had lost blood, the doctor assured them she would survive if she reached the hospital quickl

Amelia couldn’t take her eyes off the photograph.Margaret sat at a small outdoor café, a warm cup of tea in front of her. Across from her was the man known only as the Ghost.His face was visible this time.He looked ordinary.Mid-forties.Dark hair.Clean-shaven.Dressed in a navy coat.Nothing about him suggested he was one of the world’s most feared assassins.He was smiling.Not the cold smile Amelia had imagined.A genuine one.The date stamped in the corner of the photograph read:Three Weeks Earlier.“This can’t be real,” Amelia whispered.Marcus examined the picture.“It hasn’t been edited.”Victor rubbed a hand over his face.“So Margaret knew him.”Jonathan frowned.“Or he knew Margaret.”Ethan looked at Amelia.“There’s a difference.”She nodded slowly.One suggested betrayal.The other suggested manipulation.And right now, she didn’t know which was true.⸻Amelia carefully lifted the leather-bound journal from the box.The cover was worn with age.Embossed in faded gold

The monitors went dark.Only the faint hum of the archive’s backup generator remained.Marcus was the first to move.He rushed to the nearest computer, fingers flying across the keyboard.“I’m trying to trace the signal.”Seconds passed.Then he cursed under his breath.“It bounced through six countries.”Victor let out a humorless laugh.“Whoever sent that message wanted us to see it.”“Not find them.”Ethan folded his arms.“The question is why.”No one had an answer.⸻Amelia couldn’t stop thinking about the final sentence.Trust no one already beside you.She slowly looked around the underground archive.Ethan stood beside her.Marcus was studying the computers.Victor leaned against a shelf, unusually quiet.Jonathan Hale stared at Daniel’s journal.Elena organized the documents they had recovered.Elias Mercer watched everyone without saying a word.Every one of them had earned some measure of her trust.Every one of them had also kept secrets.Daniel’s journal suddenly felt hea

Ethan couldn’t breathe.His father’s voice echoed through the study with startling clarity.Not an old recording.Not a faded memory.A recent message.Everyone stood perfectly still as the cassette continued to play.“Ethan, if you’re hearing this, then Harold has kept his promise.”Harold lowered his head, tears filling his eyes.“I wanted to tell you,” he whispered. “But your father made me swear.”Ethan looked at the old butler.“You knew?”Harold nodded.“For fifteen years.”Ethan closed his eyes, struggling to process the revelation.His father had been alive.All this time.⸻Richard’s voice continued.“You probably hate me.”“If I were in your position, I would hate me too.”A faint, tired laugh escaped the speaker.“But staying dead was the only way I could keep you alive.”Jonathan Hale slowly sat down in one of the leather chairs.His face had turned pale.“So he really did it…”Elias looked toward the cassette player.“Daniel convinced him.”Jonathan frowned.“You knew?”E