All Chapters of My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OLIVIAThe black SUV cut through Manhattan traffic, its engine a low hum against the noise of the city. I sat in the backseat, the files spread across my lap, my eyes fixed on the buildings sliding past the window. Simon, the driver, navigated the congested streets with the calm efficiency of someone who had done this a thousand times before."Just drop me at the entrance, Simon. I won't be long."He nodded, his eyes on the road. "I'll be waiting at the curb, Mrs. Reynard. Take your time."The car pulled up to the Fluxx building, and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The files were warm in my hands, the printed pages still fresh from the office printer. I walked through the revolving doors and nodded at the receptionist, who smiled and waved me through.The elevator ride was slow. I checked my watch. Eleven-fifty. Nigel had asked for the files by noon, and I was right on time.I stepped out onto the creative floor and walked toward his office. The space was buzzing with activity, desig

OLIVIAGrace's cry woke me early the next morning, and the first thing that slipped out was a groan. I rolled over to check the monitor, and when I saw it was just her routine morning wailing, I slammed back down onto my pillow and moaned into it. One eye opened, and I saw that Ethan's side was still empty. He'd clearly never come to bed after I left, and my heart sank. A wave of sadness crashed over me, but I shook my head and slowly rolled out of bed. There would be time to pity myself later. Only after I dragged my feet to the nursery and scooped Grace into my arms did my tense shoulders relax, and I sniffed her hair with a half smile, savoring her baby scent. She was warm and solid against my chest, a small anchor in a world that felt like it was spinning too fast.I carried her to the kitchen and started making her bottle, moving on autopilot while she babbled against my shoulder. The penthouse was silent, and I found myself listening for footsteps that never came. I checked my

ETHANThe plane touched down in Phoenix just after four in the afternoon, and the heat hit me the moment I stepped onto the tarmac. It was dry and heavy, and the heat that pressed against me skin. I'd been to Arizona twice before, both times for business, and both times I'd left wondering how anyone could live in a place that felt like the inside of an oven.Webb had arranged everything before we left. A car was waiting at the private terminal, a black SUV with tinted windows and a driver who didn't ask questions. Two of his men sat in the back, both of them quiet and watchful. I climbed into the passenger seat and pulled out my phone, scrolling through the file Richard had sent me while we were in the air.Vincent Salas was sixty-three years old, a self-made man who'd started with nothing and built an empire on the backs of other people's bad decisions. He owned hotels and office buildings and a stretch of desert outside the city that he'd been trying to develop for years. He'd been

ETHANI didn't sleep on the flight back from Phoenix.The cabin was dark, the only light coming from the small reading lamp above my seat, and I spent the entire four hours with Salas's list spread across the tray table in front of me. Five names, all of them connected to Julian Thorne in ways that would take weeks to untangle if I went through proper channels. I didn't have weeks. I had two days, and most of that had already burned away somewhere over the desert.The first name on the list was a man named Gerald Pace. He was Thorne's chief financial officer, a man who'd been with him for over a decade and knew where all the money was buried. The second was a woman named Diane Foster, a lobbyist who'd been pushing legislation that benefited Thorne's various holdings. The third was someone I recognized, a former Reynard Tech board member named Charles Whitfield who'd resigned suddenly six months ago and never explained why.The fourth and fifth names were less familiar, but I committed

ETHANThe safe house was a cabin tucked into the woods two hours north of the city, a place Richard had bought years ago and never used. It sat at the end of a long gravel drive, surrounded by pine trees and nothing else. No neighbors, no streetlights, no cell service unless you stood on the back porch and held your phone at exactly the right angle.It was perfect.Webb's men swept the property twice before we went inside. They checked the locks and the windows and the perimeter, and when they were satisfied, they gave me a nod and took up positions at the front and back of the house.Olivia carried Grace inside while I grabbed the bags from the trunk. The cabin was small but clean, with a stone fireplace and a kitchen that opened into a living room with wide windows facing the woods. Someone had stocked the fridge and the pantry, and there were fresh linens on the beds."Richard thought of everything," Olivia said, setting Grace down on the rug."He's good at that."She walked to the