Todos os capítulos de The Antidote To His Ruin : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Draven’s POVI took a slow breath. Deeper this timeBefore I could open the envelope, Eleanor glanced toward her caregiver.“Could you give us a few minutes?”The caregiver immediately understood.“Of course.”She rose, collected the empty bowl from the table, and quietly left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.The silence that followed felt heavier than before.I looked down at the envelope resting in my hands.My fingers were suddenly unsteady.Eleanor noticed.“Draven.”I looked at her.“Whatever you find in there, you will deal with it.”I swallowed and nodded.Then I tore the envelope open.The sound of paper ripping seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room.I pulled out the report.For several seconds, I simply stared at the first page without reading a single word.Then my eyes found the result.Probability of paternity: 99.99%.I stopped breathing.I read it again.And again.There was no mistake.No room for interpretation.No possibility of explaining it away.Emer

Suzan’s POVI sensed the change.I couldn't quite explain what it was, but something about Draven felt different.I tried to convince myself that I was imagining it, that exhaustion and worry were making me read too much into his expressions.But with every glance he gave Emerald after arriving with Grandma Eleanor, my suspicion grew.There was a different kind of concern in his eyes now.It wasn't simply the concern of a man who had grown attached to a child.It felt deeper.More personal.I didn't know why.And I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.Emerald had finally been moved into Eleanor's room, and Eleanor seemed delighted to have her there. I could see the affection in her eyes each time she looked at Emerald, especially in the way she held her tiny fingers as though she were afraid to let go.I sat on the leather sofa beside Eleanor's bed, watching an animal documentary playing quietly on the television.Emerald was curled up beneath the blanket in the hospital bed beside Elean

Cassandra’s POVI stared at the large monitor far longer than necessary.The metrics had flattened. Engagement had plummeted, comments were trickling down to nothing, and the digital outrage that had once flooded every post connected to Sterling Pharmaceuticals had dried up. In its place came silence, and with it, uncomfortable questions from my backers.The public had simply moved on.That was the one outcome I couldn't stomach. After everything I had orchestrated, the carefully planted stories, the anonymous leaks, the whispered insinuations, the world was simply getting bored.I clenched my jaw. I needed a fresh angle. Something bigger. Something that would make investors feel betrayed all over again before Suzan could spin the narrative back in her favor.A sharp, desperate idea began to take shape. It wasn't perfect, but desperation doesn't demand perfection, it only demands results.I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and scrolled to a specific name."Gotcha," I whispered.I hit th

Draven’s POVI stared down at Edward’s phone screen, reading the cold black typography of the headline again.INVESTORS QUESTION WHETHER STERLING CEO HID A SECRET CHILD FROM SHAREHOLDERSIt was a calculated strike, engineered to provoke maximum disruption, shock, morbid curiosity, corporate panic, and widespread public intrigue.Whoever orchestrated this had picked their moment with razor-sharp precision.My gaze shifted from the glowing display to Emerald sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed, completely unaware that her face was currently exploding across the internet.My daughter.The words still echoed strangely in my mind, even though the paper folded inside my inner jacket pocket left no room for doubt.99.99% Probability of Paternity.I had known for hours. Yet watching total strangers dissect her face and question whether she belonged to me stirred a quiet, instinctive fury inside me.I wasn't angry that they were asking questions. I was enraged that someone had dared to ha

Cassandra 's POV His eyes flicked briefly toward Suzan, gauging her reaction, before returning to mine. "All right."I turned and led the way out, pushing the heavy door open. Draven stepped out behind me, the door clicking firmly shut behind us, cutting off the hospital room.The moment we were alone in the quiet corridor, I let out a long, controlled breath. I had expected to feel victorious after asserting my place in front of Suzan. Instead, an eerie, lingering unease settled over me.Draven crossed his arms, staring down at me. "What is this about, Cassandra?"I turned to face him fully. For a fleeting second, the urge to confront him directly rushed through me. I wanted to scream at him about the viral photograph, about Emerald's undeniable resemblance, about my terrifying suspicion that the entire world was about to uncover a truth that would destroy me.But I checked myself. Not yet. Don't lose control.That was the wrong strategy. If I showed panic now, I would look guilty.