Todos los capítulos de He married me to ruin my husband : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The search team combed the beach near Miller's Point until sunrise, flashlights moving across the dark water. They found no sign of Richard anywhere along the shoreline or in the water itself."No body," the lead officer told them around five in the morning, grey light beginning to show over the horizon. "That's nothing, Ms. Sinclair. If he'd gone into the water here, tide patterns would likely have brought something to shore by now.""So you think he's alive?""I think there's reason to hope. I can't promise you more than that yet." The officer's radio crackled, and he stepped away to answer it, leaving Ivy standing beside Xavier at the edge of the water. Neither of them had slept, and she could barely remember the last time she'd felt properly awake.He returned a few minutes later. "One more thing you should know. We checked the cabin registered to your family up the road. The door was unlocked, and there was dust disturbed on the counter. Someone had been there recently. We don't

Damian Cole was seventy-three years old, and he still remembered the exact date of the deal that had cost him everything.The original contract sat in a drawer in his study, the paper soft and yellow at the edges with age. Robert Cross's signature was at the bottom beside his own, two names on a partnership that had lasted four years before Robert began changing the ownership structure behind his back.Damian hadn't understood what was happening until it was too late.They had built the company together. Half the early capital had come from Damian, and for years the two men had worked out of a single office, taking whatever jobs they could get and putting nearly everything they earned back into the business. They had talked about expansion, about becoming something neither of them could have managed alone.Then the company started making real money, and Robert's priorities changed.Over eighteen months, Robert used lawyers, amendments, and a series of restructuring agreements to reduc

"What happened?" Xavier asked, scanning her face. "You're a little pale.""Drive first. I'll tell you everything once we're moving."He pulled out into traffic, glancing at her every few seconds, patience visibly costing him something."He knows where my father is," Ivy said finally, staring straight at him. "He admitted it. He also said Richard came to him four days before he disappeared, looking for protection.""And?”"And he wants something in exchange for telling us where." Ivy's hands were clenched in her lap, adrenaline and fury tangled together. "A piece of your father's original company. Something dormant… he called it worthless to anyone who doesn't understand what it's actually worth."Xavier's knuckles went white on the wheel. "What piece?”"He wouldn't say. Just that it's old, sitting untouched, and that getting it from you is apparently worth more to him than money would be." Ivy turned to look at him fully. "He wants me to convince you to sell it to him, Xavier. He's us

Denise called before either of them had slept more than two hours. She skipped the usual greeting and went straight to the point, her voice clipped with urgency."I had my forensic accountant cross-reference the Ashworth loan amounts against the Meridian Extraction Partners funding records overnight," she said. "I wanted to know if there was a connection beyond timing. Fortunately, there was.""What kind of connection?” Xavier asked, already sitting up, Ivy stirring beside him."The inflated collateral from the Ashworth loans, the fraud itself, generated roughly two million dollars more than the land deal actually required. That excess doesn't show up anywhere in Ashworth's own books. It moved, within weeks, into Meridian Extraction Partners." Denise let that land for a second. "Your father didn't commit fraud purely to save two properties from a takeover, Xavier. Part of that money went directly into securing Whitfield's research. Building a private lab, buying out competing patent

They gathered everyone at the penthouse by six that evening, the coffee table covered in printouts of the satellite images, a legal pad filled with Denise's handwriting, Adrian's contacts already coordinating logistics through a separate call in the next room."Legally, we could get a warrant," Denise said, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer wasn't that simple. "But it requires probable cause a judge will actually accept, and everything we have is circumstantial enough that filing today risks a delay we don't have time for. If we're wrong about the timeline, and a judge sits on this for even twelve hours, we lose the entire window.""So the legal route is too slow?" Xavier asked."The legal route is a backup, not a plan. I'll have the paperwork ready to file the moment we have him safely out, in case any of this needs to hold up in court afterwards. Tonight, that's not where our time should go." Denise set down her pen. "You need people who know how to move quietly,