Todos os capítulos de They Buried Me a Bride. I Returned a CEO: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

George's povPriya spread the folder's contents across her kitchen table at nearly two in the morning, reading each page twice, her expression sharpening with every line. She'd answered the door in a sweater thrown over pajamas, hair pulled back messy, but her mind was already sharp and awake the second she saw what we'd brought her.Darian sat stiffly on Priya's couch, out of place among the framed diplomas and stacked case files, looking like a man who wasn't sure he still belonged in rooms like this one."Walk me through how you got this," she said to Darian, not looking up from the pages."I found it in my mother's study. I don't have a cleaner story than that. I know how it sounds.""Sounds don't matter as much as verification does," Priya said, not unkindly. "I've built cases on stranger origin stories than a study drawer."She pulled her laptop closer and started typing, already drafting the first request she'd need to send out before sunrise, her fingers moving fast across the

Camila's povI woke up on the morning of the test feeling like something was sitting on my chest, an actual physical weight that made the first breath of the day harder than it should have been. George was already awake beside me, propped up on one elbow, watching me with the kind of careful attention he'd been giving me all week, like he was cataloguing every sign of stress so he could do something about it later."You didn't sleep," he said."I slept some," I said, which was technically true if you counted the two hours between four and six, most of it spent dreaming about courtrooms and lab results and Alessia's face doing that thing it did right before she said something devastating."Cora's still asleep," he said. "Ruth's got her for the morning. You don't have to think about any of that until we're back."I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, and let myself have thirty seconds of just breathing before I had to become the version of myself that could walk into a lab and hand ov

Darian's povFinding information about my grandfather's old rumors turned out to be harder than I expected, mostly because the people who might actually remember anything useful had either died, retired somewhere unreachable, or learned decades ago that discretion about the Baldore family was the only way to keep their pensions intact. I spent most of the next day making calls that went nowhere, old family friends who suddenly couldn't quite recall the details I was asking about, former staff who spoke carefully, like they suspected the line might be monitored.The one lead that actually went anywhere came from Marguerite, who'd worked as my grandmother's personal secretary for almost twenty years before retiring to a small house upstate that I'd only visited once, years ago, for reasons I could no longer fully remember. She answered on the third ring, her voice thinner than I remembered but still sharp underneath it."Darian," she said, sounding genuinely surprised. "It's been a lon

George's povThe final stretch of testimony ran longer than anyone had prepared for, Judge Ellison asking increasingly pointed questions of Alessia's lawyer as the afternoon wore on, questions that seemed less like procedural curiosity and more like a judge quietly losing patience with a defense built on reputation rather than substance. I sat beside Camila through all of it, one hand wrapped around hers under the table, watching the case unfold in a way that felt, for the first time in months, like it was actually tilting in our favor.Priya's closing argument was the strongest thing I'd heard her deliver yet, methodical and unflinching, laying out the full pattern of Alessia's conduct without a single wasted word. She talked about the secret hair sample. The concealed poisoning. The financial motive tied to the trust. The pattern of a woman who had, over and over again, demonstrated that her own family's wellbeing mattered less to her than preserving a legacy built on secrets."Yo

Camila's povThe week after the hearing crawled by slower than any week I could remember, every day stretched thin with waiting, Cora's easy laughter the only thing keeping the house from feeling like it was holding its breath entirely. George threw himself into work during the days,I did the same thing, both of us needing somewhere to put the nervous energy that had nowhere else to go.Darian had gone quiet since his mysterious late-night lead about A. Reyes, promising updates he hadn't yet delivered, and something about his careful evasiveness whenever I asked directly had started to worry me in a way I couldn't quite name. But He still showed up, still helped with the case whenever Priya needed him, but there was a distance in him now, a preoccupation that hadn't been there even a week earlier.Priya called on a Thursday afternoon, her voice carrying an urgency that had me reaching for George's hand before she'd even finished her first sentence. "The ruling's in," she said. "Judg