Todos los capítulos de RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

POV: Hazel"There is a name in this file that will break something between you and your husband, Hazel. I need you to be sure you want to see it." Ivy's voice barely shook, but her hands did.She led me deeper into the warehouse, past crates stacked high enough to swallow the flickering light entirely, until we reached a small folding table where a single manila folder sat waiting. My phone kept buzzing against my hip, Julian's name flashing again and again, but I silenced it without looking, my attention fixed entirely on Ivy's trembling hands."My mother kept records," she said, opening the folder with a care that suggested she had done this exact motion a hundred times before, alone, in rooms far darker than this one. "Financial transfers, meeting notes, things she was never supposed to have access to as an assistant. She hid copies everywhere, terrified someone would find the originals before she could prove what she knew."I looked down at the papers, aged and slightly yellowed,

POV: Hazel"If I show you this photograph, Julian, you cannot ever again pretend you did not know." My hands shook as I finally pulled the folder from behind the crates.Julian took it from me slowly, as though it might burn him, and for a long moment he simply stared at the photograph on top, his father smiling beside a much younger Foster in front of a building neither of them could have predicted would one day belong to strangers. I watched his face carefully, bracing for anger, for denial, for anything that might tell me how badly this was about to break him."This is nothing," Julian said finally, though his voice lacked the conviction his words were reaching for. "Foster worked security for half the firms downtown before joining us. It is not unusual that he knew my father before I was even born.""He told you he met your father the year you turned twenty," I said gently, watching Ivy shift uncomfortably beside me. "That photograph is dated years before that, Julian. He lied to

POV: Hazel"Whatever you find when you reach her apartment, Hazel, do not go in alone. Promise me that much." Julian's voice was steady, but his hands were not, white knuckled around the steering wheel.I read the message glowing on my screen three times before I could make myself speak it aloud, the words simple and devastating all at once. Ivy is safe. Meet me at the corner of Fifth and Halloway. Come alone, or you will never see the folder again. It was signed with nothing, no name, though I already understood exactly whose hands had typed it."He has her," I said, my voice barely steady. "Foster has Ivy, Julian, and he wants me to come alone.""Absolutely not," Julian said immediately, his knuckles whitening further against the wheel. "Hazel, we call the police right now. We do not walk into whatever trap he is building.""If we call the police, he panics," I said, forcing myself to think clearly despite the fear clawing up my throat. "Julian, you know exactly how these men operat

POV: Hazel"There is one more thing I never told you, Hazel, and I am afraid it changes everything you think you know about that night." Ivy's voice trembled as the ambulance lights washed blue across her face.Detective Reyes had taken Foster away in handcuffs nearly an hour ago, though the scene around Fifth and Halloway still buzzed with officers documenting everything, cameras flashing, radios crackling with updates I only half absorbed through the exhaustion finally catching up with my body. Julian sat beside me on the back edge of an ambulance, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders, refusing to let go even for a moment since Foster's arrest.Ivy approached slowly, a blanket draped around her shoulders, her earlier fear replaced now by something heavier, more hesitant. "Can we talk," she asked. "Somewhere quieter."Julian nodded, and the three of us stepped a short distance away from the chaos, the city noise fading slightly around us as Ivy wrapped her arms tighter around

POV: Hazel"You cannot protect me from every shadow in your past, Julian. Some of them, I need to face standing beside you, not behind you." I said it quietly, watching the sunrise finally break gold across the kitchen window.None of us had slept much, despite Julian's insistence that morning could wait until we rested properly. Ivy sat curled at our kitchen table, wrapped in one of my old sweaters, cradling a cup of coffee she had not yet managed to drink, while Julian paced near the window, his phone pressed to his ear as he coordinated additional security with a calm efficiency that only barely masked the exhaustion beneath it.I had read the final message a dozen times before finally showing it to him, watching his expression harden into something colder and more determined with every passing second. Foster was never working alone, and neither am I. No name attached, exactly like every message before it, though something about the wording felt different this time, less threatenin