All Chapters of Marrying My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The ancient ship drifted silently toward the island.No engines.No visible crew.Only ivory sails billowing against a wind no one else could feel.Its horn echoed one final time across the hidden sea.Every person inside the Hall of Records stood frozen.Henry Carter slowly removed his glasses and wiped them with trembling hands.“I watched this ship leave Black Haven forty-eight years ago.”He looked at Eleanor.“It was never supposed to return.”Eleanor didn’t answer.She couldn’t.⸻The ship eased against the stone pier without dropping an anchor.For several moments, nothing happened.Then the gangway lowered.Three figures stepped ashore.The first was an elderly woman with silver hair tied neatly beneath a dark hood. She leaned on an ashwood cane, yet every step carried quiet authority.Behind her walked a tall man in a navy-blue coat embroidered with the same silver thread worn by the Archivists.The third figure remained several paces behind them.His face was hidden beneath

Rain swept across the island as Marcus, Samuel, and Gabriel searched the roof of the Hall of Records.Nothing.No footprints.No climbing rope.No broken tiles.Only the single black feather Gabriel still held in his hand.“It doesn’t make sense,” Marcus muttered.“Someone can’t simply vanish.”Gabriel turned the feather over carefully.“They can…”“…if they planned their escape long before they arrived.”Samuel looked toward the cliffs surrounding the Hall.“You know who this is, don’t you?”Gabriel nodded.“I’ve never met him.”“But Daniel warned me about him.”⸻Back inside the Hall, Amelia gently closed the Founder’s journal.The room was quieter now.Not because the danger had passed.Because everyone was trying to understand what had just happened.Helena Voss stood beside the open metal case.“There should have been twelve journals.”“There have always been twelve.”Professor Lucien Moreau examined the empty space where the missing journal should have rested.“The twelfth belon

The bronze door stood unlocked.No one moved toward it.Instead, every eye was fixed on the weathered journal resting atop the pedestal.Nathaniel Ashcroft’s journal.The one the Raven had risked everything to steal.Amelia stepped forward slowly and picked it up.The leather cover felt cold in her hands.Unlike the other Founders’ journals, it bore no family crest.Only a single symbol burned into the center.A compass.Its needle pointed in every direction at once.“What does it mean?” Ethan asked.Henry shook his head.“I’ve never seen that mark before.”Helena, however, recognized it immediately.“It was Nathaniel’s personal seal.”“He believed the truth should never point in only one direction.”⸻Amelia carefully opened the journal.The first page contained only one sentence.This is not my confession. It is my final warning.A hush fell over the chamber.She turned the page.Nathaniel’s handwriting was elegant but hurried, as if written by someone racing against time.If this j

No one spoke.The face beneath the Raven’s mask was identical to the portrait that had hung in the Hall of Records.The same sharp jaw.The same silver-gray eyes.The same calm expression.Henry took an unsteady step forward.“That’s impossible.”“You died over three hundred years ago.”The man smiled faintly.“I assure you…”“…I did.”A heavy silence followed.Marcus frowned.“So either we’re looking at a miracle…”“…or a lie.”“I prefer,” the Raven replied, “the word inheritance.”⸻Claire studied him carefully.“You’re not Nathaniel.”The Raven inclined his head.“No.”“I never claimed to be.”He picked up the black mask and turned it over in his hands.“I wear his face because someone must remember what history tried to erase.”Amelia looked at him.“Then who are you?”He met her gaze.“My name is Julian Ashcroft.”The surname echoed through the Sanctum.Ashcroft.Nathaniel’s bloodline.The family everyone believed had vanished.Henry whispered,“So there were survivors.”Julian n

Three weeks passed.The world never learned what had happened beneath Black Haven.Official reports described the destruction of the island as the result of an earthquake beneath the sea. The Hall of Records was declared inaccessible, and the surrounding waters were placed under permanent protection.For Amelia, life had changed in ways she was still learning to understand.She was no longer searching for the next clue.She had become the one others looked to for answers.⸻The Carter family home had grown unusually quiet.Daniel’s study remained exactly as he had left it.The shelves were lined with journals, maps, and faded photographs collected over a lifetime.One afternoon, Amelia sat alone at his desk.In front of her lay the First Guardian’s medallion, Daniel’s final letter, and the small bundle of photographs Julian had given her.She picked up one photograph again.Daniel stood beside Julian on a rocky cliff, both smiling into the wind.On the back was the familiar message.T