Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Curvy Bride: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 99

SELENE’S POVAt precisely four-forty-five, the heavy double doors of the Marlowe Global signing suite opened.I sat at the head of the dark marble conference table, flanked by Ethan and our chief legal counsel. Spread out before us were thirty-four pages of binding legal contracts…the official surrender of fifty-one percent controlling interest in Kane Corporation.I expected a army of corporate lawyers to precede him. I expected delays, last-minute stall tactics, or frantic counter-offers.Instead, Ryker walked in alone.He had removed his tie, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, revealing the thick, muscular line of his throat. He looked broad, lethal, and entirely unfazed by the fact that he was about to sign away his birthright. His dark green eyes ignored the attorneys in the room entirely, locking straight onto mine with a possessive intensity that made my chest tighten."Mr. Kane," Ethan said, sliding the heavy fountain pen across the marble. "Your legal team h

SELENE’S POVBy seven in the evening, rain was pounding against the glass walls of the sixty-fifth floor, turning the Manhattan skyline into a blur of grey and neon.I sat behind the wide marble desk, my phone on speaker as Julian’s voice echoed into the room."The paper trail is ugly, Selene," Julian said, paper rustling on his end. "Dr. Lin sent over the stress-level warning after reading your vitals report from this morning, so don't yell at me for digging late…but you need to know this. Northgate Holdings didn't just siphon funds. Marcus used Kane Corp's primary manufacturing plants as collateral for a high-risk loan through Valenti Capital.""Valenti?" I repeated, tracing a finger over the encrypted ledger. "A European shadow syndicate?""A ruthless one," Julian warned sharply. "They don't file lawsuits, Selene. If Marcus defaulted on those transfers before he vanished, Valenti comes after whoever holds the title to those assets now. Which means you.""I'll handle it, Julian. Tha

SELENE’S POVThe morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass of my Manhattan penthouse, casting long golden light across the hardwood floors.In the dining nook, Kai was sitting in his booster chair, humming softly to himself as he carefully drew on a sheet of sketch paper with blue and silver crayons. Across from him sat Elise, my ex-husband's grandmother, sipping her chamomile tea. She was the only member of the Kane family who had ever offered me warmth, the only one who had secretly brought me medicine when I was sick, and the only one who had loved me when everyone else treated me like a shadow in their estate."He has your eyes, Selene," Grandmother Elise murmured, her voice soft with affection as she watched Kai color. "And your quiet focus.""He gets his stubbornness from me, too," I said with a slight smile, stepping over to pour more hot water into her teapot. As I reached up to pull my dark hair back into a clip, the silk sleeve of my robe shifted down my arm, ex

RYKER’S POVThe rain had turned into a steady, gray deluge against the glass walls of Kane Tower, but the storm outside was nothing compared to the destruction inside my chest.I stood over the wide conference table in my private suite, surrounded by thin manila folders pulled from the deepest vaults of the Kane family archives. Across from me, Thomas Reynolds…our head of security who had served my father for thirty years, stood with his hands folded behind his back, his face as pale as chalk."You knew," I rasped, my voice barely more than a low, deadly vibration. "For two decades, Reynolds. You managed the security detail at the lake house that night."Reynolds swallowed hard, his eyes darting toward the closed double doors before settling on the floor. "Mr. Kane... your father gave strict orders. The Marlowe family made it clear that Vivian was to be named the rescuer. It was a joint decision between your father and Mrs. Marlowe to secure the merging of the family holdings.""She w

RYKER’S POVThe amber glow of the hearth in Grandmother Elise’s private conservatory did little to thaw the ice in my veins. Outside, the heavy autumn rain lashed relentlessly against the Victorian glass panes, mirroring the violent turbulence inside my chest.I sat in the wingback leather chair across from her, staring blankly into the dancing flames. On the small tea table between us lay the velvet-lined box containing the faded blue cotton rag and the private medical annex records."You look like a man who has died and been forced to watch his own funeral," Elise said quietly, her slender hands wrapping around a cup of porcelain tea. Her tone wasn't mocking; it was weighed down by a heavy, ancient sorrow."I might as well have," I replied, my voice raspy and stripped of its usual commanding edge. "My entire adult life... every major decision I made, every cold word I said to Selene, every time I turned my head to defend Vivian... it was all built on a fraud.""You were a child when