Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Lyra stared at the words RV-HO7 until they blurred on the screen. She had searched every database she could access, but nothing could help; only the same restricted code was attached to her father’s name.Leaning back slowly, she tried to piece it together; there had to be a reason Richard was connected to it. It seemed the troubling of burying this file mattered.Her phone vibrated. When she saw the message was from Hayden, a small smile touched her lips.Hayden: Are you still awake?Lyra: Unfortunately.Hayden: Then I’m coming over.She frowned at the screen.Lyra: It’s almost midnight.Hayden: Exactly, you shouldn’t be working.Lyra: You’re becoming bossy.Hayden: Only with you.She set the phone down and closed the laptop. For tonight, she would let it go. Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at her door, and when she opened it, Hayden stood there holding two cups of coffee.“You really came.”“You sounded tired.”She took a sip, the warmth grounding her. “Perfect.”“Always.”“Yo

Lyra couldn’t sleep. The anonymous message from the previous night kept replaying in her mind; a quiet threat kept pulsing through her thoughts.If you want to understand what happened to Richard, start with the night he died. Look at the atmospheric log.For years, she had expected that her father died in a car accident. But now, for the first time, she questioned everything. Beside her, Hayden slept peacefully, his arms resting across the space where she had been. Slipping carefully out of bed, she carried her laptop into the living room.Opening the Vance Biotech database, she searched for records matching the date of Richard’s death. But nothing appeared; she tried the eastern facility’s internal archive, only for a prompt to flash across the screen.RESTRICTED ACCESS- AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED.She remembered the designation; she typed RV-H07.The screen flickered. PARTIAL ACCESS GRANTED.A directory of archived records filled her screen. She selected the environment log for the eas

Lyra stared at the Crown Heights file illuminated on her laptop screen.The project carried far greater value than she had initially calculated. Three major divisions of Damian Kade’s empire real estate, finance, and construction were deeply tied to its success. If Crown Heights prospered, it would solidify his holding company beyond reach. If it failed, the structural damage would ripple through his entire enterprise.She leaned back against the leather of her chair, letting the silence of the office settle around her. Over dinner, Damian had spoken of the development with the ease of a man convinced of his own invincibility, and that effortless confidence was precisely what rendered him vulnerable.Her fingers navigated the public registry. The waterfront parcel formed the linchpin of the entire blueprint; without ownership, they could not proceed. “Yet according to the record, the owner had not completed the final deed transfer.” A slow smile touched her lips; there was a fracture.

Lyra stepped into the boardroom as the heavy double doors swung shut, sealing the hum of the executive floor.“Take a seat,” Damian said softly.Lyra moved toward the table, keeping her posture composed as she took the chair beside him. Damian gestured toward the screen. “I want your candid evaluation.”“Are you certain you want my unfiltered opinion?”A faint, controlled smile touched his lips. “That is precisely why you are here.”Lyra focused on the balance sheets, letting a few quiet moments pass while the attending executives waited in silence. Finally, she leaned forward, pointing directly to the primary capital structure. “Your chief vulnerability isn’t the physical delay at the waterfront.”The chief financial officer frowned, adjusting his glasses. “You disagree with the Crown Heights assessment?”“No,” Lyra replied evenly. “I am pointing out your overall debt exposure.”The room immediately felt silent.“You have distributed the capital obligations across multiple specialise

At exactly eight, Damian was waiting. The front doors opened before Lyra could raise her hand to knock. He stood in the hallway in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His usual composure was gone, replaced by a grey exhaustion in his eyes that he didn’t try to hide.“You came,” he said.“You asked me to.” A faint, tired smile touched his mouth. “I wasn’t sure you would.”Lyra stepped inside. “Why wouldn’t I?”“Because lately, everything around me is falling apart.” He shut the door behind her. And somehow, you’re the only person I want around when it does.”The bluntness of it caught her off guard. She turned away. “Damian….”“I know,” he said quietly, gesturing toward the living room. “Come sit with me.”A low fire burned in the hearth. Damian poured two glasses of water, handed one to her, and took the chair opposite hers.“You’re not drinking?” she asked.“Not tonight.”“Why?”“I want to remember this conversation.” He studied her in the firelight.“What conversation?”“