Semua Bab She Left With Nothing and Built Everything: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Isla POVI found Roza alone at the small café near Harbor House, and I sat down across from her before I had fully decided how to say what I had come to say.“Isla.” She looked up, surprised. “I did not know you were coming.”“I did not plan it properly, honestly.” I folded my hands on the table, gathering myself. “I need to talk to you about something, and I do not quite know how to raise it without sounding accusatory, though I want to be clear from the start, I am not trying to attack you.”“Alright.” Her expression grew cautious. “Say what you need to say.”“Soren looks exhausted in a way I have not seen since our father died.” I kept my voice steady, careful. “I know Mum’s decline is difficult on its own, genuinely difficult, and I know he would carry that weight regardless of anything else happening. But every time I turn around, there is another crisis pulling him deeper in. The custody war. Now this business fight with Vivienne, and Helena, and Callum testifying against his ow

Roza POVThe conference room felt strange with everyone gathered around the same table, a group that would have seemed impossible only months earlier.“Let us start with what each of us actually has,” Fiona said, opening her laptop. “Daniel, begin with the financial trail.”Daniel spread his documents carefully across the table. “I have confirmed transfers linking Helena’s Luxembourg holding company directly to two things. First, the controlling stake in Meridian Care, which gives her effective authority over Vivienne’s business decisions. Second, a payment three weeks ago to a media consultancy that specializes in placing exactly the kind of tabloid story that ran this morning.”“That connects her directly to the leak,” Fiona said, making a note. “Excellent work, Daniel. That alone strengthens our position considerably.”Callum sat quietly across the table, his expression tense but resolute. “I am prepared to testify formally, connecting this to the earlier coercion of Edward Wren du

Nadia POVCallum’s testimony unfolded methodically, Fiona guiding him through each point with careful precision, and I watched the courtroom’s atmosphere shift with every new revelation.“Mr. Vane, can you describe your knowledge of your mother’s financial interest in Meridian Care,” Fiona asked.“She holds a controlling stake through a Luxembourg holding company, structured to obscure her direct involvement,” Callum said, his voice steady despite the visible weight behind every word. “This gives her effective authority over major business decisions, regardless of what the company’s official leadership believes it retains.”“And how do you know this?”“Financial documentation prepared by Daniel Reeve, a forensic accountant who traced the ownership structure through multiple shell entities to my mother’s personal trust.” Callum glanced briefly toward Daniel, seated beside me. “I can also testify to a documented payment, three weeks ago, from the same holding company to a media consulta

Roza POVI woke without an alarm for the first time in longer than I could remember, sunlight spilling across the bed, Soren already awake beside me, watching me with a quiet, easy smile.“You slept properly,” he said.“I did.” I stretched slowly, something unfamiliar settling over me, the particular weightlessness of a day with nothing urgent demanding it. “I do not remember the last time that happened.”“Neither do I, honestly.” He propped himself up on one elbow. “What do you want to do with a day that has no crisis attached to it.”“Nothing.” I laughed softly at how strange the word felt in my mouth. “Genuinely nothing, Soren. I want to hold Iris, drink tea slowly, and not check my phone every ten minutes.”We spent the morning exactly that way, unhurried and quiet, Iris babbling contentedly on a blanket spread across the living room floor while Soren made breakfast and I simply sat, watching sunlight move slowly across the walls, allowing myself, finally, to feel the shape of the

Soren POVI called Isla the next morning, still carrying the resolve from Margaret’s words the day before.“I need help,” I said, once she picked up. “I am proposing to Roza. Soon. I need to plan it properly, quietly, without her finding out beforehand.”Isla’s excited gasp came through so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Finally. Soren, this is wonderful news. What do you need.”“I do not want anything extravagant. No elaborate venue, no crowd of witnesses. I want it to feel like our actual life together, not a performance staged for other people’s approval.”“That sounds exactly right for both of you, honestly.” Isla’s voice softened thoughtfully. “What are you thinking.”“The garden. The house I found weeks ago, the one with the overgrown garden we once talked about during a quiet evening. I am putting an offer on it today, actually. I thought perhaps I could propose there, once the paperwork is close enough to finalized that I can honestly tell her it is meant to