All Chapters of Living With the Boy Who Hated Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aya's POVNo one moved.No one spoke.The elderly man stood calmly at the far end of the archive, his silver hair neatly combed, one hand resting on the black leather ledger.His expression wasn't threatening.That was what frightened me most.He looked...Patient.As if he had expected this moment for years."My name is Edmund Benefactor," he repeated."And I've been waiting twenty-three years to meet Eleanor Rhodes' daughter."Detective Cruz raised her pistol."Hands where I can see them."Edmund smiled faintly."You won't need that.""I said, hands."Without arguing, he slowly lifted them.No fear.No hesitation.Callum stepped closer to me despite the pain in his shoulder."You're the one who's been sending the messages."Edmund tilted his head."Some of them."The room fell silent."What do you mean, some?" I asked."There are others."My stomach tightened."Others?"He nodded."The Benefactor family has never been just one person."Richard clenched his fists."So Arthur was real

Aya's POV"...my grandson."The words echoed through Archive Level Three.No one breathed.No one moved.Callum stood frozen.His pale face reflected in the polished steel doors of the elevator.Then he laughed.A single, bitter laugh."You're lying."Edmund Benefactor simply smiled."I expected you to say that."Richard stepped in front of Callum."Stay away from my son."Edmund looked at him with pity."Your son?""You raised him.""You loved him.""But biologically..."He slowly shook his head."...he was never yours."Claire's knees nearly gave out."No..."Her voice broke."No..."She grabbed Richard's arm to steady herself."This isn't true."Richard looked toward Edmund with rage burning in his eyes."You think you can destroy my family with one lie?"Edmund calmly placed the black ledger onto a small table inside the elevator."I don't deal in lies.""I preserve facts."Detective Cruz kept her pistol trained on Edmund."If you're so certain...""...prove it."Edmund nodded."I

Aya's POVSilence filled the hidden chamber.No one spoke.No one moved.Detective Cruz carefully turned the pages of the first binder.Every document carried official government seals.Original signatures.Photographs.Financial transactions.Bank accounts.Judges.Politicians.Police officers.Business executives.The names seemed endless.Richard slowly sat down on one of the old wooden crates."This..."His voice trembled."...this could bring down half the country."Detective Cruz nodded."It can.""And it will."Abigail smiled sadly."That's why Eleanor protected it."I looked around the underground chamber.There had to be hundreds of crates.Each one carefully labeled.Year.Case number.Victim.Evidence.My mother hadn't simply collected proof.She had built an entire archive against the Benefactors."She did all of this alone?" I whispered.Abigail shook her head."No.""Then who helped her?"The old woman's eyes drifted toward the staircase above."There were four of us."T

Aya's POVHelena Benefactor stood alone beneath the spotlight.She wore the same composed smile she always had.No weapon.No bodyguards.No fear.As if she'd walked into a room she already owned.The countdown on the explosive remained frozen at 00:07.No one moved.Detective Cruz kept her pistol aimed squarely at Helena's chest."One more step and I shoot."Helena laughed softly."If you kill me...""...you'll never know which part of Eleanor's story is a lie."Silence.My grip tightened around my mother's letter."You're lying.""I usually do."Helena smiled."But not today."Callum stepped beside me."You murdered Eleanor."The smile vanished from Helena's face."No.""You betrayed her.""Yes.""You framed her.""Yes.""You hunted her family.""Yes.""But I did not kill Eleanor Rhodes."The room fell silent.Richard's jaw clenched."Stop playing games.""I'm tired of games."Helena slowly walked toward the marble monument."Twenty-three years.""I've carried this secret for twenty

Aya’s POVThe private office beyond the Vault looked untouched by time.Dark mahogany shelves covered the walls. A cold fireplace sat beneath a stone mantel carved with the Benefactor crest. Heavy curtains sealed the room from any natural light, though there were no windows to cover this far underground.At the center stood a polished desk.And on it rested the leather-bound journal.THE FOUNDER’S FINAL CONFESSIONThe gold lettering seemed to glow beneath the red emergency lights.No one moved toward it.Not even Helena.For the first time since she appeared in the Vault, her confidence had vanished.She stared at the journal as if it were a weapon pointed directly at her.Callum stood beside me, his face still pale from the identity scan.Christopher Lucien Benefactor.The name remained on the nearby display.He hadn’t looked at it again.I couldn’t blame him.Minutes ago, I had learned I was adopted and had once been designated Subject Three.Callum had learned he might be connected