Todos los capítulos de RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

POV: Hazel"Who is this," I whispered to the glowing screen, my thumb hovering over a reply I was too afraid to send, the bedroom suddenly colder than it had been a second ago.I read the message three more times before I let myself breathe again. I am not who you think I am either, Hazel. And I am so much closer than you realize. My hands had gone cold, the phone trembling slightly against my palm, and for one long moment I simply sat there staring at the words as if staring hard enough might make them explain themselves. I thought of every person who had walked through our lives in the past month, every name that had surfaced and then vanished again before I could fully understand what it meant, and none of them fit neatly into the shape of those two sentences."Hazel?" Julian's voice came from the doorway, rough with sleep, and I quickly locked the screen before he could see it, an instinct I did not fully understand until after I had already done it. "You are still awake.""Couldn

POV: Hazel"You should not have come here alone, Hazel," the old woman said before I had even closed the car door behind me, her eyes fixed on something past my shoulder. "Not after everything that has happened to this family."I had found the address in an old letter tucked inside Eleanor's desk, a name I had never heard spoken aloud in four years of marriage. Katherine Pruitt. Former housekeeper. The letter had been dated three decades earlier, and something about the careful, guarded handwriting had pulled me out of the house before I fully decided to go, before I had even told Julian where I was headed, a small betrayal of the promise we had made only a day before."You know who I am," I said, standing in her doorway, the autumn wind cutting sharp against my coat."I know exactly who you are," Katherine said, stepping back to let me inside despite the wariness still etched across her face. "I have been waiting a long time for someone from that family to finally come asking the rig

POV: Hazel"You cannot go there alone, Hazel, not after everything this family has already survived this month," Julian said, standing squarely between me and the front door, his voice shaking with a fear he rarely let me see.I had told him everything the moment I walked back into the house, the words spilling out faster than I could organize them, Marcus and Katherine and the burned house thirty years ago, the message waiting for me at the theater. I watched the color drain slowly from his face as each piece landed, watched thirty years of family history rearrange itself behind his eyes, and for a moment I regretted not telling him about the messages sooner, regretted every night I had let him believe I was simply tired instead of terrified."I have to go," I said. "Whoever is sending these messages already knows more about this family than we do. If I do not meet them, we may never get another chance at the truth.""Or it is a trap," Julian said. "Vincent could be using all of this

POV: Hazel"Put it down, Vincent, please, before someone else gets hurt tonight who never deserved any of this," I said, my voice trembling as his silhouette finally emerged fully into the flickering emergency light near the stage.He held nothing dangerous this time, no lighter, no weapon, only a worn photograph clutched tightly in one hand, and something about the sight of it, fragile and creased from years of handling, made him look less like the man who had burned a theater and more like a boy who had never stopped grieving. I studied his face carefully, searching for the fury I remembered from the last time we stood in this exact building, and found instead something closer to exhaustion."Do you know what this is," Vincent asked, holding the photograph up though none of us were close enough to see it clearly. "The only picture I have of the three of us together. Eleanor, Marcus, and me, taken two weeks before our father decided one of us was worth erasing entirely.""I did not k

POV: Hazel"Julian," I whispered into the darkness, shaking his shoulder gently, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat, "I need you to wake up right now."He stirred instantly, alert in the way he had been ever since the fire, ready for danger before his eyes had even fully opened. "What is it? What happened?"I handed him the phone without a word, watching his face carefully as he read the message, waiting for some flicker of recognition or confusion, anything that might tell me which one I was about to witness. What I saw instead frightened me more than either possibility. I saw him go completely, utterly still, the phone light casting sharp shadows across features I suddenly did not recognize at all."Julian," I said carefully. "What does that mean?""It means someone knows something I have spent my entire adult life trying to bury," he said quietly, sitting up slowly, the phone still clutched in his hand."Your father died of a heart condition," I said slowly. "T