Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Fell For The Widower: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Vivienne's hands shook as she spread the supplementary document flat on the small viewing table, Lucas leaning close beside her, both of them scanning the dense legal language with mounting dread.In the event that irregularities in Kingston Holdings' financial records are formally discovered and confirmed to trace back to Marcus Kingston's direct authorization, the following provisions take effect automatically..."He built a contingency," Vivienne breathed, disbelief coloring every word. "Years before any of this happened. He suspected Marcus even then, Lucas. He suspected, and he built a trap that would only spring if someone eventually proved it.""What does the provision actually do?"Vivienne kept reading, her breath catching further with each paragraph. "It automatically strips Marcus and Patience of any remaining voting rights within the Kingston Family Holdings Trust the moment financial fraud is formally confirmed by regulatory authorities. Not just operational authority — v

They stayed tangled together on the sofa long after the fire had burned low, Vivienne's head resting against Lucas's chest, his fingers moving slowly through her hair in the quiet. Outside, the city had gone soft and distant, muffled by the late hour, as though the whole world had agreed to leave them alone for just a little while."Tell me about her," Vivienne said softly, surprising herself with the request. "Ann. I've heard pieces, but never really the whole story. How you met her."Lucas was quiet for a moment, something tender crossing his face at the memory. "I met her at a wedding neither of us actually wanted to attend. Some cousin of a cousin, the kind of event you go to out of obligation and spend the whole time counting down until you can leave." He smiled faintly, eyes distant. "She gave a toast that ran four minutes too long and had the entire room laughing anyway, because every ridiculous word of it was completely sincere. She wasn't trying to be funny. She just genuinel

Derek gripped the steering wheel hard enough to hurt, driving too fast down the winding road toward Rosedale, fury and humiliation churning together in his chest until he could barely see straight.He was such a fool. That was the thought that kept looping back, sharper each time — he'd never once thought to screenshot the messages, never once thought to photograph the documents before handing them over. Every single piece of proof that could show exactly what Patience had asked of him, exactly what she'd talked him into, existed now only in his memory. Nothing he could actually show anyone.He should have known better. He'd known better his whole life, if he was honest with himself.It had started, as these things always seemed to with him, with money. His girlfriend wanted a trip to Dubai — the kind of trip her friends were always posting online, the kind that made Derek feel like he was failing at the one thing he was supposed to be good at, being a Kingston. He'd gone to Marcus fi

The security guard's voice from the emergency line the day before still echoed faintly in Vivienne's mind when she woke the next morning — someone here asking for you, says it's about your mother — but for one more hour, curled against Lucas in the soft grey light before Zuri woke, she let herself stay exactly where she was.She noticed his wallet first, sitting open on the nightstand where he'd left it the night before, Ann's photograph tucked visibly into the little plastic sleeve meant for identification cards. Vivienne studied it quietly — a young woman with her head thrown back mid-laugh, joy caught so completely in the frame that it felt almost private to look at."You're staring," Lucas murmured, voice thick with sleep, not opening his eyes."I'm not staring. I'm admiring." Vivienne traced a gentle finger along his forearm where it rested across her waist. "She's beautiful, Lucas. I mean that."He opened one eye, studying her carefully, some old caution still flickering there d

Vivienne set the folder down carefully on Lucas's kitchen table, resisting the sharp, immediate urge to reply to the unknown number, to demand answers right there in the middle of the night."I want to ask Patience," she admitted, staring at the anonymous message glowing on her screen. "God, I want to. But I keep thinking about that nurse. She waited three hours, Lucas. She was terrified enough to leave without even saying her name.""You think she's the one who actually knows the truth." Lucas sat down across from her, reaching for her hand across the table."I think whoever wrote that note is the only person who was actually there. In the room. Watching whatever happened to my mother in real time." Vivienne exhaled slowly. "Patience will lie, twist things, use whatever she tells me as another move in whatever game she's still playing. I need someone who doesn't have anything left to gain from lying to me.""Then we find her first." Lucas squeezed her hand. "James can pull the hospit