Todos os capítulos de I BECAME THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE OVERNIGHT : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Nathaniel's POV"He's resigned from the board effective immediately, Nathaniel, and Kane's auditors are already confirming everything Grace handed over last night, but I need you to brace yourself, because resignation isn't the same thing as consequences, and I don't think this ends as cleanly as you're hoping it will," Dana said the next morning, standing in the kitchen of the penthouse with a coffee she hadn't touched.I sat across from Emily, both of us exhausted in the particular way that follows a night with almost no sleep and far too much adrenaline, watching the news cycle chew through the story we had handed it ourselves. Charles Ridley's face was everywhere, statements from company spokespeople, careful legal language about internal review, the entire machinery of crisis management grinding forward exactly the way it always did. He would likely never face criminal charges. The settlement money, the buried report, the delayed call, all of it sat in a legal gray area built spe

Nathaniel's POV"Say it wasn't him," I said to my mother before I even sat down, my voice so quiet it barely reached across her own kitchen table, and I watched her face answer the question before her mouth ever did.Diane Whitfield had aged gracefully into the kind of woman who still wore pearls to breakfast, still kept my father's reading glasses on the side table exactly where he had left them eight years ago, and for the first time in my entire life I watched her hands shake around a coffee cup she wasn't drinking. Emily sat beside me, quiet, steady, her presence the only thing keeping my own hands from doing the same."I knew," my mother said finally. "Not everything. Not the reports, not the numbers. But I knew he made a call that night he never should have made, and I knew he carried it for the rest of his life like a stone in his chest.""You let me believe he was the good one," I said, and I heard my own voice crack in a way I hated, in a way I had spent thirty years training

Nathaniel's POV"It's a letter," my mother said, holding out an envelope so worn at the edges it looked like it had been picked up and put down a thousand times, "addressed to Grace Doyle. He wrote it two months before he died and never had the courage to mail it."I took the envelope from her carefully, my father's handwriting on the front unmistakable, the same steady, careful script that used to sign my report cards and my college acceptance letter, and I felt my chest tighten before I had even opened it. Emily had gone with Chloe to the hospital for Walter, and some cold, guilty part of me hated that I couldn't be in two places at once, that my father's ghost was pulling me away from the family I had chosen while my mother's grief pulled me toward the one I was born into."Read it," my mother said. "Please. I've never been able to."I opened the letter with hands that weren't entirely steady, and my father's voice rose up off the page in a way that made the last eight years of mis

Nathaniel's POV"I've been sitting in this waiting room for an hour trying to decide whether I owed you an explanation or an apology," Eleanor said before either of us could speak, her voice smaller than I had ever heard it, "and I still haven't decided, which should tell you both something."She looked older than she had at the press conference days earlier, the sharp, calculating warmth that usually armored her completely absent, replaced by something tired and exposed that made her look, for the first time in my life, like an ordinary grieving woman instead of the formidable architect of half my important decisions. Emily sat down across from her, and I took the seat beside Emily, neither of us saying anything yet, waiting."Walter told us," Emily said gently. "About the bakery. About what you said the week before Richard died."Eleanor closed her eyes briefly, as if steadying herself against a weight she had carried alone for far too long. "Your father came to me," she said, looki

Nathaniel's POV"You look tired, Nathaniel," Vanessa said, opening her apartment door before I even knocked, like she'd been standing there waiting, watching the hallway camera the whole time I was in the elevator.I stepped inside without being invited, done, finally, with letting her control the terms of every room we stood in together. Her apartment was exactly what I remembered, cold and immaculate, nothing out of place, nothing that looked lived in, and I thought of Emily's warm, cluttered bakery and felt something settle firmly in my chest, a certainty I hadn't fully let myself feel until this exact moment."Show me the video," I said. "Or admit there isn't one."She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, and for the first time since I'd known her, going back nearly six years now, I saw something underneath the smile that looked almost like fear. "Straight to business," she said. "No small talk. You used to at least pretend to enjoy my company.""I never enjoyed your company," I