Lahat ng Kabanata ng It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Bella’s POV The line remained dead silent for three endless seconds before Chairman Miller came on the call. His breath was shallow, his tone dripping with the forced composure of a man who realized he had been dragged into a fire he didn't start."Miss Ross," Miller said, his voice clipped and tight. "I assure you, any hold on your account is purely a routine algorithmic flag. There is no need to make reckless statements to regulatory bodies.""It isn't a statement, Chairman Miller. It is a promise," I said, leaning over my desk and staring at the digital readout of the terminal logs. "At 8:14 AM, an unauthorized override was executed using a compromised security token right here on my floor. That override routed my capital into an unverified escrow loop managed directly by your regional clearinghouse. The paper trail leads straight to your institution. If my two hundred thousand dollars is not cleared and transferred to my raw material supplier by 3:00 PM sharp, I will not discuss

Bella’s POV The drive back from Akron took two long hours, but the heavy steel box in my trunk made every mile worth it.I had parked outside the foundry at nine in the morning with my grandmother's land deeds in hand. The owner was a hard, gray-haired man who did not care about corporate drama, but he understood physical assets. He took the deeds as collateral, put his best machinists on the job, and forged the custom drive belt we needed.By three o'clock that afternoon, I walked back onto the floor of my mill and handed the steel box to Roy.Twenty minutes later, line three roared back to life. The heavy iron looms vibrated through the concrete floor, spinning smooth white cotton onto giant spools. I had fixed the breakdown without Maximo’s money, without his legal team, and without him ever knowing there was a crisis in the first place.The mill was running smoothly, my delivery deadline was safe, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a deep sense of relief.With the afternoon

Bella’s POV"I'm heading home early," I told Garvin as I packed my leather bag in my office. "Can you handle the final inventory report for the evening shift?""Go home and rest, Bella," Garvin said with a warm smile, taking the files from my desk. "I'll lock up the floor tonight.""Thanks, Garvin," I said, giving his arm a quick squeeze before grabbing my coat.I stepped out into the chilly air, got into my car, and pulled out of the parking lot onto the quiet two-lane country road. The sky was turning dark, and the road was surrounded by bare trees and empty fields. I turned on the radio, letting the soft music fill the car as I tried to relax my shoulders.Suddenly, a fast-moving black car zoomed out from a side road behind me.I glanced in my rearview mirror as its engine roared. The car accelerated dangerously fast, pulling right alongside my driver's side door and crowding my lane, forcing my tires off the smooth pavement and onto the rough gravel shoulder."Hey! What the hell?"

Bella’s POVShe wore a tailored wine-red coat, a heavy pearl necklace around her neck, and a cruel, arrogant smirk on her lips. Her leather handbag sat on my desk next to my private files, and she had a thick manila folder resting on her lap. Standing silently by the tall window behind her was her heavy-set personal bodyguard, his arms crossed over his chest.Garvin rushed in right behind me, his eyes widening in pure shock. "What the hell? How did you get in here?""The front doors were unlocked for the morning shift," Mrs. Kingsley said smoothly, her sharp eyes locking onto me with cold disdain. She didn't bother standing up. She just stroked the smooth armrests of my chair like she owned the entire building. "It is surprisingly easy to walk into a place when the security is run by amateur factory hands."Garvin took an angry step forward. "Get out of her chair right now, or I'm calling the police!""Stand down, Garvin," I said, my voice dropping into a low, deadly calm.Garvin stop

Bella’s POV "I will make sure his research grants are canceled, his license is revoked, and his name is dragged through the dirt until he is sitting in a federal prison cell. Let's see how much your precious Kingsley family name is worth when your golden boy is wearing an orange jumpsuit."The arrogance completely vanished from Mrs. Kingsley’s voice. "Bella... you... you wouldn't dare," she stammered, her voice growing pale, thin, and thick with sudden, overwhelming terror. "You are so pathetic! You would do no such thing.""Try me," I whispered coldly.While I held the phone, Maximo moved behind me. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. He reached around my waist, his large hands sliding up under the hem of my silk blouse.My breath caught in my throat as his warm, calloused fingers cupped my bare breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs flicking across my nipples, giving them equal, rhythmically intense attention until they hardened instantly under his touch.I gasped softl