บททั้งหมดของ I BECAME THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE OVERNIGHT : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Emily's POV"Emily, I need you to sit down before I show you this," Ruth said, her voice trembling through the phone, and something in the way she said my name made my stomach drop straight to the floor.I sat down anyway, right there on the edge of the terrace steps, the phone pressed so hard against my ear it hurt. Nathaniel crouched beside me instantly, his hand finding my knee, steady the way he always was now when the ground under me felt uncertain."What did you find," I asked, barely breathing."There was a second layer of lining near the hem," Ruth said. "Old brides used to hide things there sometimes. Coins, prayers, letters, things they wanted to carry close but couldn't wear openly. I almost missed it. The stitching was so fine it looked original to the dress.""And," I said, my voice cracking on the single word."A key," Ruth said. "A small brass key, and a piece of paper folded so many times it's almost fused together. I didn't want to force it open without you here. It f

Emily's POV"I'm getting married too," Chloe blurted the second I picked up, before I'd even said hello, her voice pitched somewhere between joy and outright panic.I stopped walking so fast Nathaniel nearly collided with me on the dark path. "You're what," I said. "Chloe. Slow down. Start from the beginning.""Daniel proposed," she said, half laughing, half crying, the words tumbling over each other. "Twenty minutes ago. On the terrace outside my room. I said yes before he even finished the question, Emily, and now I'm terrified I'm about to ruin your entire wedding week by making it about me.""You are not ruining anything," I said firmly, sitting down hard on the low stone wall bordering the path, waving Nathaniel ahead toward the farmhouse when he hesitated. "Chloe, this is the best news I've heard in weeks. Tell me everything, right now, don't leave out a single detail.""He said he's loved me since the second week I started working the counter with you," she said, her voice crac

Nathaniel's POV"It's from Marcus," Emily said, staring at the screen like it might change if she looked at it long enough. "Nathaniel. He says he needs to talk to you before the wedding. He says it's about his father."I took the phone slowly from her hand, reading the message twice before it fully settled. Marcus rarely reached out at all anymore, not since the shareholder meeting had finally exposed exactly how deep his manipulation of the fire investigation had run, and the two of us had spent the better part of a year existing in careful, distant silence rather than anything resembling family."He hasn't spoken to me in months," I said slowly. "Not since he lost the vote. Why now.""There's only one way to find out," Emily said, echoing the exact words I'd said to her an hour earlier in the chapel, and something about hearing them come back to me steadied me more than I expected.I called him rather than typing anything back, my thumb hovering over the screen for a long moment be

Emily's POV"Who would even know about the chapel," I whispered, staring at the message glowing in the dark until Nathaniel finally stirred awake beside me, blinking against the sudden light of my phone."What's wrong," he said, instantly alert, the way he always was now whenever my voice carried even a hint of fear in it.I showed him the screen without a word, watching his jaw tighten as he read it twice. "Unknown number," he said. "No name, no context. Could be nothing. Could be someone trying to rattle you the night before your own wedding.""Or someone actually watching us," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Nathaniel, only five people know we were in that chapel tonight. You, me, Ruth, Eleanor, and Antonio. Nobody else should even know it exists."He sat up fully now, taking the phone from my hand, scrolling through the message again with the same careful focus he usually reserved for reading a contract before signing it. "There's one more person who might know," he said slowl

Emily's POV"You look like every good thing I never let myself believe I deserved," Nathaniel said the moment I reached him, his voice rough, his eyes already glassy in the golden afternoon light.I laughed softly, gripping his hands tight as Walter stepped back to take his seat, the small gathering of chairs filled with every person who actually mattered, Chloe and Daniel holding hands in the front row, Eleanor and Antonio seated together for the first time in sixty years as something other than strangers, Marcus quietly present near the back, an olive branch none of us had expected but all of us welcomed."You're not so bad yourself," I said, my voice unsteady, taking in the sight of him standing there in the same chapel where an entire hidden century of love and fear had finally been laid to rest the night before.The officiant, an old friend of Antonio's from the village, began speaking softly in a mix of English and Italian, the words washing over me warm and half understood, and