Todos os capítulos de I BECAME THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE OVERNIGHT : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Nathaniel's POV"His name is Owen Marsh," Grace said, her voice steadier now that the worst of the confession was already out in the open. "He was the building inspector who signed off on the wiring repairs that were never actually completed. He still works for the company. Facilities division. I've seen his name on maintenance approvals as recently as last month."I felt something cold settle over me, replacing the guilt I'd been carrying since the fight with Emily minutes earlier with a different, sharper kind of anger. "He's still inspecting our buildings," I said slowly. "The same man who falsified a safety report nineteen years ago is still deciding whether our properties are safe today."Emily's grip on my hand tightened, and I realized she was steadying herself as much as she was steadying me, both of us braced for one more name that would rearrange something we thought had already finished breaking."That's why I didn't come forward with his name right away," Grace admitted. "

Nathaniel's POV"They're going to ask if a man who just publicly buried his own father can still be trusted to run this company," Marcus said, meeting me outside the boardroom doors an hour before the vote, his voice low and urgent. "I need you to know that going in, so it doesn't catch you off guard the way it caught me the first time someone said it to my face."I straightened my tie, feeling strangely calm given everything the last five days had cost me, my father's confession, my mother's grief, Owen Marsh's quiet, ordinary shame sitting somewhere in a filing cabinet waiting to become public record. "Let them ask," I said. "I have an answer this time. I didn't a year ago."He clapped a hand briefly on my shoulder, a gesture that would have felt impossible between us a year ago, back when every conversation we had carried the weight of a boardroom fight neither of us had started but both of us kept losing sleep over."What changed," Marcus asked, genuinely curious, some of the old

Emily's POV"I don't know who's sending these," I said, staring at the message until the words blurred together, "but I am done being afraid of a phone number instead of just calling it back."Nathaniel took the phone gently from my hand, reading the message twice before setting it face down on the windowsill like it might bite him. "You're not calling it back tonight," he said. "Not after the week we've had. Whatever this is, it can wait until morning."The apartment was quiet around us, the kind of late night quiet that made every small sound feel larger than it was, the refrigerator humming, a car passing somewhere below on the street. I stared at the phone on the windowsill like it might ring again on its own, some part of me already certain that whatever waited on the other end of that number wouldn't let itself be postponed."It can't," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure why I believed that so strongly, except that some old instinct in me, the same one that had never once let

Emily's POV"Tell Emily to never let anyone talk her out of the pastry shop," I read aloud, my voice shaking on every word, "not even me, not even when I worry out loud about the risk of it. That girl has more stubbornness in her little finger than I have in my whole body, and stubbornness, properly aimed, is the closest thing to magic I've ever seen."I had to stop reading for a moment, pressing the letter to my chest, the paper soft with age and photocopying, my mother's voice rising up off the page so clearly it felt like she had stepped into the room with us. Nathaniel sat close beside me, not saying anything, just present, his hand resting steady against my back while I gathered myself enough to keep going."She knew," I said finally, looking up at Eleanor. "About the pastry shop. I didn't even fully admit that dream to myself until years after she died. How did she know?""She used to talk about it constantly," Eleanor said, smiling through her own tears now. "You'd draw little

Emily's POV"I'm not upset," Chloe said the moment I burst through her apartment door, mascara streaked halfway down her face, "which I promise makes sense in about thirty seconds if you just let me explain before you start panicking on my behalf."I stopped short in her doorway, Nathaniel right behind me, both of us braced for some new disaster after a week that had already handed us more disasters than any two families deserved. "You called sounding like the world was ending," I said. "Explain fast.""Marcus proposed," she said, holding up her hand where a small, elegant ring caught the light, and the sob that escaped her this time was clearly, obviously happy. "Last night. I said yes. And then today I found out I'm having twins, and I have officially reached my emotional capacity for one calendar week."I stared at her for a full second before the words landed properly, and then I was crying too, pulling her into a hug so tight she yelped, both of us laughing and sobbing at the sam