Todos los capítulos de Too late, Ex. NOW WATCH ME RISE: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Federal invitation. Presidential stamp. National Rural Health Association. Keynote — Oct 15, 2026 — even though not yet certified Stage. Lights. Floor-to-ceiling window, not marble counter where she held phone tightly watching stock plummet -12.8% since opening bell, not William's private library where she sat among old photos, documents, back in his ghost, without signal, seven security figures, fourteen year old boy with shotgun saying he wants to kill Lillian for supporting traffickers and that Patricia sent him. Not Oakfield with more black SUVs than when Patricia hosted dinner party where she seated Vanessa in hostess position.Panel. Three chairs. Moderator. Dr. Renee Ashton — who handed Lillian information that changes entire shape of novel, who said eight weeks, now ten weeks pregnant, still Top 10%, second year done, final year rotation started Sep 2026 — sitting in front row, Margaret Harper next to her, Grace Harper holding Margaret's hand too tight, Catherine in fur jacke

CHAPTER 119: The BloodLillian did something she said she was going to do regardless of everything with the blood.Not the blood transfusion — two units O-negative raised up at Nepal General Hospital when she fell on both knees and doctor said We've done all we can about Nathaniel poisoned after eating soup Vanessa made at 7:30 same soup as Margaret. Not the blood from fourteen year old young boy with shotgun says he wants to kill Lillian for supporting traffickers and that Patricia sent him. Not the blood that always came at cost, neck, blood, sweat and blood when she always wanted freedom.This blood — his blood.She tells Nathaniel — ask him if she could get a blood sample. She needs to do some blood test if he matches with the man Victoria claims is his father. Yeah.Nathaniel in suit now, not grey cotton pajamas pale from blood transfusion subtle headaches trying to crack William's safe at centre of table. He just survived board meeting where he gets beheaded by board, warrant fo

Chapter 125: The Annual retires conference began at 11:30am, it had four speakers, all four speakers were women and Lillian was the youngest among the speakers. Looking exuberant. Seated on the far left was Lillian, her legs crossed with her both hands on her lap with an accommodating smile, the next person was a CEO of a big Pharma antibiotic company, then next to big pharma CEO was a the moderator. Dr Hassan PHD. The four thousand capacity stadium were Lillian walked up to the podium. Her hills clicking.“Good day ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting for the grand schemes of things. Her hand “Is it true that you and your husband, that the alleged cases about trafficking are true?”The report washed Lillian's gaze closely watching her with a smile, as if waiting for her to squirm.But Lillian seeing through the question and the eyes of the anticipating audience. “Please we'd like to stuck with questions about today's event. That had nothing to do with our current programm

Chapter 112: Please Listen“I know what I saw.” Lillian clenched her fist.She had on simple polo the Global Alliance Care shirt. She stood directly below the crystal chandeliers of William's old library. Nathaniel stood across his father's William chair, his face, that cold stare, that calculating frown, watching the woman who saved his life lay such accusation on Patricia Brooks and VanessaThey've been in William's Brooks office for at least two hours. But Patricia brook. Nathaniel starred at the lady that told him no one else had to know who was and wasn't really related to William and no clause wasn't going to separate them. The woman who didn't dissolve their marriage resolution, because of his betrayal. And now she's frightened and he could not calm her down.Lillian had escaped her apartment to Oakfield, Nathaniel caught her on the way when his one of one Maserati caught on the way. Lillian saw it drive past tugging her bag to her chest and called him. Lillian walked for q

The Oakfield private airfield at 6:47 p.m. looks like nowhere. Just cracked tarmac, a single hangar, a wind sock that has been there since Nathaniel was a child. It was where William used to land when he didn't want press. It was where Nathaniel first kissed me when I was seventeen and he was twenty and we thought the world was ours.I wore the same black suit from the boardroom. I hadn't had time to change. I kept smoothing the lapel down because I wanted him to see me like this — not as the girl on his mother's porch begging, not as the wife in the kitchen waiting for heels to leave. As the woman who had just taken a mafia affiliate off her father's board with documents and nerve.I was pacing with the good news bursting in my throat.The jet came down clean, white with a navy stripe. The Brooks crest on the tail. The stairs lowered.And my heart stopped.Nathaniel jumped off first. Handsome, disheveled, tired in a way I hadn't seen him in months. His shirt was wrinkled. He looked a