All Chapters of The Wrong Mr Calloway : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The peace we found the night before lasted only until sunrise. At seven o’clock my phone rang. Roman.I answered immediately. “We found him?”Roman didn’t waste any time. “We have a lead.”I sat up in bed. “How good?”“The best one we’ve had so far.”Beside me, Sienna slowly opened her eyes and looked at my face. “What happened?”I covered the phone. “It’s Roman.” She immediately sat up too.Roman kept talking. “One of Victor’s former drivers reached out to the investigators this morning. He wants immunity, and he gave us an address.”My heartbeat quickened. “You think Victor’s actually there?”“We think he’s been using it as a temporary safe house.”I looked out the window. “So this is it.”“We’re preparing an operation now.”“I’ll be there.”He paused for a moment. “I knew you’d say that.”“I have to be.”“We’ll talk when you arrive.”The call ended, and I lowered the phone slowly. Sienna was already watching me closely. “You found him.”“We may have.”She didn’t smile. Instead she

Sienna’s PovI’d been watching the front gates for almost an hour. Every pair of headlights made my heart race, and every passing minute felt longer than the last. Margaret sat beside me in the living room with Ava asleep upstairs. Neither of us spoke much — there was nothing left to say. We were all waiting.Finally, I saw Roman’s car pull into the driveway. I stood immediately. “They’re back.” Margaret rose with me.The front door opened a few moments later. Roman walked in first, his suit covered in dust. Nate followed behind him, looking exhausted. Then Cole stepped inside.The moment I saw his face, I knew. Victor had escaped.Cole looked at me, but he didn’t smile. His shoulders were heavy, his eyes empty. He looked like a man carrying years of pain all over again.I walked toward him without saying a word. He stopped in front of me. For a few seconds, we simply looked at each other. Then I wrapped my arms around him. He didn’t speak — he just held me tightly, so tightly I could

Sienna’s PovI couldn’t stop staring at the documents spread across the dining table. Every page carried another piece of my past. Another answer. Another wound.Margaret had already gone home after spending most of the afternoon with Ava, leaving Cole and me alone in the lakeside house. The room was quiet. Too quiet.I picked up another report. It mentioned Gerald Hale again. His name no longer felt like the name of a stranger — it belonged to the man who had been my biological father. A father I had never known. A father who had died believing he’d lost his daughter forever.I slowly put the paper down. “It’s not fair.”Cole looked up from the coffee he was making. “No.”“It isn’t.” I laughed bitterly. “He spent years looking for me.”Cole nodded. “He did.”“And someone decided he didn’t deserve to find me.” He stayed silent. I shook my head. “They stole everything.”He walked over and sat beside me. “They stole his chance to be my father.” I looked at him. “They stole my chance to

Cole’s PovThe moving truck pulled into the driveway just after nine in the morning. I stepped out of the house and looked toward the road. Sienna climbed out of the passenger seat with Ava beside her. Ava looked at the house and smiled so widely that I couldn’t help smiling too.“Are we really living here now?” she asked.I nodded. “We really are.”She jumped up and down. “This is our house!”Sienna laughed. “It is.”Ava grabbed both our hands. “Come on! We have to see everything again.”“We’ve already seen it.”“I know.” She grinned. “But now it’s officially ours.”I looked at Sienna. “I think she’s more excited than we are.”Sienna smiled. “I don’t think that’s possible.”Ava pulled us toward the front door. “Hurry!”As soon as we stepped inside, she ran from room to room. “My bedroom!” She rushed upstairs. “My bathroom!” A few seconds later she shouted again. “My closet!”I laughed. “She’s going to wear herself out.”Sienna slipped her hand into mine. “I’ve never seen her this hap

Sienna’s PovThe morning after Roman called about Victor’s hidden server, I sat at the dining table trying to answer emails. Trying was the key word — I’d read the same message four times without absorbing a single sentence. My mind kept circling back to what Roman had said. They found proof. Victor forged everything. Only one folder’s still locked.I closed the laptop with a sigh.“You’ve been staring at that screen for twenty minutes,” Cole said from the coffee machine.“I know.”“You haven’t typed anything.”“I know.”He carried two mugs over and set one in front of me. “You’re thinking.”“A little.”“That’s more than a little,” he said, laughing softly.I wrapped my hands around the mug. “I keep wondering what’s in that folder.”“So do I.”“I don’t like not knowing.”“Neither do I.”We drank in silence for a while, Ava still upstairs getting dressed, the house quiet around us. Then Cole looked at me.“Can I ask you something?”“Always.”He hesitated, which wasn’t like him. “It’s a