Todos los capítulos de RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO : Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

POV: Hazel"He would not just disappear," I said, my voice sharper than I intended, panic bleeding into every word. "Foster does not run from anything. Something is wrong, and we both know it."Julian's grip on my shoulders steadied me even as his eyes stayed locked on Desmond, waiting for whatever came next. We had moved the entire group into Reyes's cramped office downtown, the walls lined with case files and a single dying plant that nobody had watered in weeks, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a warning nobody wanted to hear."His car is still in the garage," Desmond said, setting his phone down on the desk with careful precision, as though the object itself might shatter if handled wrong. "His neighbor said she heard raised voices around midnight, then nothing. She assumed it was a television left on too loud.""Or it was not a television at all," Eleanor said quietly, and the room went still around her words.Ivy had not spoken in several minutes, her eyes fixed some

POV: Hazel"You have some nerve showing up here," Julian said, his body shifting instantly in front of mine, every line of him coiled tight with barely restrained fury. "After everything you have done, you walk into my family's garden like you belong here."Penelope did not flinch, her expression carrying the same composed cruelty I remembered from that awful lunch years ago, the one where she had mocked my limp in front of a room full of laughing strangers while Julian sat by, silent and unbothered. She looked different now, sharper somehow, as though the mask she once wore so carelessly had finally slipped away completely."I have every right to be here," she said calmly, her eyes drifting toward the metal box still clutched in my hands. "More right than either of you realize, apparently, since it seems you have finally found the truth Foster spent years trying to keep buried.""Where is he," I demanded, stepping around Julian despite his attempt to keep me shielded behind him. "Wha

POV: Hazel"I have not stepped foot in here since the accident," I whispered, staring at the dust covered mirrors lining the old studio walls, my own reflection fractured across a dozen different panels of glass. "I did not think I would ever want to."The space still smelled faintly of rosin and old wood, memories pressing in from every corner despite the layers of dust that had settled over everything in the years since I last danced across these floors. Julian stood close behind me, his hand finding mine gently, grounding me against the flood of emotion threatening to overwhelm everything else happening around us."We do not have to stay long," he said quietly. "Only long enough to plan our next move safely."Reyes was already moving through the space, checking corners and windows with practiced efficiency, while Desmond posted his men near the entrance, their presence a quiet reassurance against whatever unseen threat might still be tracking our every move. Ivy stood near the old

POV: Hazel"Everyone get down," Desmond ordered sharply, his voice cutting through the tense silence as headlights swept briefly across the studio windows before cutting off entirely. "Now."We dropped low behind the old piano, Julian's arm wrapped tight around me, his heartbeat pounding hard against my back where I was pressed against his chest. Ivy crouched beside us, her breathing shallow and fast, while Reyes guided Foster carefully behind a stack of old wooden chairs near the far wall, both of them tense and silent.Footsteps approached the studio door, slow and unhurried, the same deliberate pace we had heard only minutes before Foster revealed himself. My pulse hammered so loudly I could hear it pounding in my own ears, drowning out nearly everything except the sound of that door creaking open once more."Hazel," a familiar voice called softly into the dim room. "I know you are in here. I only want to talk."It was Penelope's voice, but something about it sounded different this

POV: Hazel"He wants to end this exactly where it started," I whispered, staring at the message glowing on Reyes's screen. "That is not coincidence. That is a message all its own."The theater loomed ahead of us as our car pulled slowly to a stop across the street, its tall windows dark now, the earlier chaos of Marcus's arrest and Ivy's revelation feeling impossibly distant despite having happened only hours before. Julian's hand tightened around mine, steady and warm despite the tension radiating through every line of his body."He chose it because he thinks it will unsettle us," Julian said quietly. "Do not let it. We know this building better than he does now."Desmond's men had already moved into position around the perimeter, quiet and unseen, while Reyes coordinated the final details through a small earpiece tucked discreetly beneath her hair. Penelope sat rigid in the seat beside Ivy, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, fear and determination warring visibly across her exha