All Chapters of The Wrong Bride Returns: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Olivia’s POVThe FalloutI gazed at my phone after I ended the call with Jessica.The call had ended. But her words were still ringing in my ears."A kidnapper?" I thought. I had never expected Jessica to go this far.I felt numb. Cold. Like someone had poured ice water down my spine. My hand was still gripping the phone so tight my knuckles had gone white. My breath came in short, shallow gasps that didn't seem to reach my lungs.Then my phone buzzed. A text from Maya."Olivia. Turn on the news. Right now."I didn't move. I couldn't bring myself to..My fingers were frozen around the phone.My phone buzzed again. This time from Tanya."Are you seeing this? Call me."Then another. And another. And another.I opened my news app. The headline hadn’t changed. Instead, more news pub were writing about it."CEO Kidnaps Heir's Children, Lives in Luxury"I read the words. Then I read them again. Then I read the article.Every word. Every lie. Every twisted truth. The apartment. The car. The c

Nathan’s POVThe Statement"Mr. Hayes, we're prepared to move forward with the acquisition."The CEO of Novatek Industries was a short man with sharp eyes and a sharper smile. He sat across from me at the long mahogany table, his hands folded neatly in front of him. His suit was top notch. Clear luxury. His watch was a Rolex watch. Everything about him screamed money and power.But I wasn't impressed."Fifty billion," I said, leaning back in my chair. My voice was flat. My face was blank. "That's your final offer?""It's a generous offer." He smiled. A practiced smile. A politician's smile. "Your company's tech division is strong, but it's not worth more than that."I loosened my tie. My sleeves were already rolled up. We had been in this meeting for two hours. We had gone back and forth on numbers. On terms. On timelines. I was tired. But I didn't show it."Eighty billion," I said. My eyes locked on his. "Or we walk."His smile faltered just a little. His jaw tightened. His fingers t

Olivia’s POVThe Birth Certificates"I need to file for their birth certificates," I said. Flat.Maya stopped mid-bite. Her fork hovered in the air then she looked at me like I had just told her the sky was green."You haven't done that yet?" Maya asked, her voice rising with disbelief."No." I stared at my coffee. It had gone cold. I hadn't touched it in twenty minutes."Olivia." Tanya set her cup down. Her voice was careful. Measured. "They're six years old. You know that right?""I know.""How have they been going to school? To the doctor?". Tanya asked."I used the shelter records. The volunteer midwife's affidavit. The school accepted it. The doctor accepted it. But it's not legal. It's not official. And now..." My voice cracked. I stopped. I breathed.Maya reached from across the table and she grabbed my hand. "Now what?""Now everyone knows who they are. Everyone knows their faces. Their names. If something happens, if someone tries to take them or maybe if there's an emergency,

The VisitOlivia’s POVMaya turned off the engine. The apartment swallowed us whole. The silence that followed after that was thick, heavy, the kind that settles deep on your bones. The estate was really quiet. Tanya came around to my side and opened the door. Then, I stepped out and my legs barely held me."That woman," Maya said, her voice a blade drawn from its sheath. "Infidelity. Drugs. Trapping him. I wanted to break her jaw. You shouldn't have stopped me, you know.""Violence wouldn't have changed her mind," I said quietly. "It would have changed mine," she said fiercely.I almost laughed. Almost.Inside, the apartment was still. Charlotte had taken the twins to their room so they could rest. The door was shut but I could hear the faint murmur of their voices and the soft rhythm of a lullaby. They were safe and innocent. They had no idea their mother had just been dissected by strangers in a government office.I sank onto the couch. The cap came off first. Then the mask. They

Olivia's POVTHE MEETINGI was sitting across from Patricia and her associate, Andrew Cole. My hands folded on the polished mahogany table. The contract sat between us like a loaded weapon. The conference room smelled like expensive coffee and barely concealed contempt. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Seattle sprawled beneath a sky the color of old bruises, threatening to rain.Patricia sat with her back straight as a ruler, her silver hair immaculate, her hands folded in front of her like a woman waiting for a funeral to begin. She was the largest shareholder in the room. She held the deciding vote. But she let Andrew do the talking."Let's begin with the capital structure," Andrew said, adjusting his glasses. "We're proposing an initial injection of twelve million. In exchange, we'd take a forty percent equity stake and two seats on your board."I didn't blink. "Forty percent is too high. And I don't give up board seats.""It's standard for a company at your stage.""Soledad D