Todos los capítulos de RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

POV: Hazel"He told me if I ever spoke your names to the police, he would make sure I disappeared before morning." Rosalind would not stop shaking as she said it.We found Rosalind two days later in a small apartment on the edge of the city, the kind of place people rent when they are trying very hard not to be found, and the moment she opened the door and saw Julian standing behind me, she tried to close it again."Please," I said quickly, wedging my foot against the frame before I could think better of it. "We are not here to hurt you. We are here because Eleanor already told us most of it, and we need the rest before someone else gets hurt."Rosalind's hands were trembling so badly she could barely hold the door steady, and when she finally let us inside, the apartment smelled faintly of cigarettes and unopened mail, evidence of a woman who had been running on fear for longer than any of us realized."Desmond Hale found me twelve years ago," she said, sinking into a chair across fr

POV: Hazel"If something happened to her because of us, I will never forgive myself, and I do not think you should forgive me either." My voice broke on the last word.We reached Rosalind's building in under fifteen minutes, Julian driving faster than I had ever seen him drive, both of us silent except for the sound of my own frightened breathing filling the car as the city blurred past outside the window.Her apartment door stood slightly open when we arrived, the small gap wrong in a way that made every instinct in my body scream danger before my mind had even fully processed it, and Julian pushed it wide with his forearm, positioning himself in front of me without a word.The apartment was empty. Not ransacked, not violent, simply empty, drawers left open, a half finished cup of tea gone cold on the counter, her coat still hanging by the door as though she had planned to return any moment and never had."She would not leave without her coat," I said quietly, my voice trembling desp

POV: Hazel"There is one more name I have never spoken aloud, and I am afraid if I do not say it now, I never will get the chance." Eleanor's voice was barely a whisper.Eleanor's condition worsened overnight, the doctors using words like days instead of weeks now, and Julian sat beside her bed with an exhaustion carved so deeply into his face that I barely recognized the confident, untouchable CEO I had married five years earlier, replaced instead by a son terrified of losing his mother before he had finished understanding her.The hospital corridor outside her room stayed quiet at this hour, nurses moving softly between rooms, the occasional distant beep of a monitor the only reminder of how many other families were living through their own versions of this same fragile waiting."You need to rest," I told him gently, setting a cup of untouched coffee on the small table beside his chair. "You have not slept since the warehouse. Marcus is in custody. Rosalind is safe. You can let your

POV: Hazel"I am not asking you to forgive me, Eleanor. I am only asking you to watch me try to be someone worth forgiving." Julian's voice broke on every word.The trial moved faster than either of us expected, Marcus Vale's own arrogance providing prosecutors with more evidence than Rosalind's testimony alone ever could have, recordings and documents recovered from Adrian's office painting a conspiracy stretching back decades, and I sat beside Julian every single day of it, watching him absorb truths about his own family that no courtroom could ever fully repair.Reporters crowded the courthouse steps each morning, cameras flashing the moment we stepped out of the car, and I learned quickly how to keep my face steady under all that attention, drawing on the same quiet discipline that had once carried me through years of physical therapy, one difficult step after another, refusing to let the world see exactly how much it cost me."Twenty five years," Julian said quietly, staring at t

POV: Hazel"If I tell you the truth, Hazel, I am afraid you will finally understand why I never believed I deserved you at all." Julian would not look at me as he said it.We sat together on the couch as the city grew quiet around us, Julian's hands wrapped so tightly around mine that I could feel his pulse hammering beneath his skin, and for a long moment he said nothing at all, simply staring at some fixed point across the room as though the past itself lived there, waiting for him to finally face it.I did not push him. I simply waited, the way I had learned to wait through five years of marriage to a man who measured every word before he trusted himself to speak it aloud, understanding that whatever memory he was about to hand me had cost him more than either of us could easily name."My father and Desmond argued that night," Julian began finally, his voice low and unsteady in a way I had rarely heard from him. "I was not supposed to be home. I had climbed out of a car early from