All Chapters of He Wants An Open Marriage, But Demands My Loyalty : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vivian,They are keeping me isolated, but they cannot hide the truth from you. I know the Blackwoods are controlling you, holding your mother's legacy over your head just like they used to. I restored this for you with my own money—the music box your mother gave you on your sixteenth birthday. Look inside it. I left the original deed to the Vance lakehouse in the false bottom. It's yours. Just come to the legal consultation room at the federal courthouse tomorrow. Tell them you're my wife. Save me, Vivian, and I will give you back your life. I am the only man who truly knows what you sacrificed.Forever yours, Julien.A thick, suffocating silence fell over the master suite.Lucian let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, spinning his titanium coin between his knuckles with lethal speed. "The man is completely insane. He thinks he’s Romeo delivering a rescue note from a prison cell."Ethan snatched the handwritten card from Vivian’s fingers, his eyes sweeping over the words before he crumple

The heavy glass tumbler shattered against the mahogany floorboards, sending amber whiskey and crystal shards spraying across the study. Ethan didn't even flinch at the blood blooming along the edge of his palm. His dark eyes were fixed on the silent phone on the coffee table, burning with a violent, murderous fire."Trace it," Ethan demanded, his voice a low, lethal vibration that rattled the windowpanes. "Alexander, trace that line now."Alexander was already moving. His fingers flew across his encrypted terminal with blinding speed, pulling up the signal routing map for Vivian’s private line. "It bounced through three satellite relays in Frankfurt and Zurich before scrubbing its digital footprint," Alexander said, his gray eyes cold and sharp behind his glasses. "It was routed through an old Vane Syndicate encrypted protocol... but the origin key isn't Victor Sterling's."Vivian stood unmoving near the sofa, the sharp, aristocratic woman's voice still echoing in her ears: Did you rea

The air inside Lady Helena Vane’s private study was thick with the scent of aged leather, dried lavender, and the bitter edge of burning pine logs from the adjoining grand hall. High alpine winds lashed against the tall, iron-mullioned windows, but inside, the atmosphere had plunged into a suffocating, breathless silence. Vivian stood in the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the antique key resting on the dark mahogany desk. Her heart beat with a slow, heavy thud against her ribs. Helena’s words still hung in the air like a poisoned fog: Your mother didn't die of heart failure. She willingly went into medical isolation in 2018 because she was hiding a secret ledger... a ledger that proves the Vance family legacy was built on the betrayal of the Blackwood family’s original estate. Ethan stepped up directly behind Vivian. His presence was a solid, overwhelming wall of heat and authority. He didn't look at Helena; his smoldering dark eyes were locked onto the back of Vivian’s hea

A fleet of three sleek, black armored vehicles pulled up to the sally-port gates. When the heavy steel bar lifted, the lead SUV rolled to a stop just feet from the high-security transport vanVivian stepped out of the rear passenger seat. She wore a double-breasted white wool coat over a navy silk trousersuit, the sharp collar framed by dark hair pinned back with silver clips. The Vance-Blackwood signet ring gleamed cold against her leather-gloved fingers. On either side of her, Ethan and Lucian stepped out in perfect synchronization, their dark, imposing frames creating a physical wall of sheer power. Alexander dismounted from the front vehicle, holding an encrypted digital clearance folder."Transport departs in five minutes," Alexander noted, his voice calm and precise against the howl of the morning wind. "Julien’s legal team made a final attempt to petition for private psychiatric facility transfer an hour ago. The judge threw it out based on the Geneva clinic evidence."Vivian d

Inside the Gulfstream’s master cabin, the low hum of the engines was drowned out by the harsh, electric silence hanging over the conference table. On the encrypted screen, the live broadcast from the London Stock Exchange floor cycled through key frame captures. Justin Blackwood—the illegitimate, cold-blooded eldest half-brother whom the Blackwood Consortium had stripped of voting rights four years ago—stood flanked by London barristers and shadow syndicate representatives. His smug smile was a twisted mirror image of Ethan's intensity and Lucian's danger. "Justin," Ethan growled, his voice dropping into a register so dark it resonated through the leather sofa. His knuckles strained against his glass, the crystal trembling under the sheer pressure of his grip. "He was supposed to be restricted to non-voting offshore trusts in Zurich." "He was," Alexander said calmly, his fingers flying across his keyboard as line after line of legal data scrolled down his screen. "Until two hours