All Chapters of Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emily’s POVDaniel’s phone buzzed sharply in his grip before the echoes of his threat to Adrian even faded from the study.Maya stepped through the double doors, her expression dead serious, holding an encrypted radio. "Boss, Grace’s private jet just touched down at Teterboro Airport. But my scout team on the ground says two black Escalades are tailing her armored transport out of the private hanger.""Adrian," I gasped, my blood instantly running hot with adrenaline. "He’s trying to steal those medical files before she can reach the city!""He’s desperate," Daniel growled, pulling his suit jacket back on with swift, terrifying efficiency. "Maya, get the armored Suburban. We’re heading to Teterboro right now.""I'm coming with you," I said immediately, grabbing his forearm before he could step toward the door.Daniel turned to me, his silver eyes flashing with fierce protection. "Emily, it's too dangerous. Adrian knows his life is over if those records hit the press. He has nothing le

Emily’s POV"Daniel?" I whispered, my fingers clutching the silk sheets as I stared up at him. "Who... who is she?"Daniel stood frozen beside the bed, his broad shoulders stiff, his face completely drained of color. He stared at my phone screen as if a ghost had just walked out of the glass and grabbed him by the throat."Charlotte," he rasped, his deep voice sounding entirely broken."You know her," I said, a cold, heavy stone dropping straight into the pit of my stomach. "Daniel, please. Look at me. Talk to me."Daniel slowly sank down onto the edge of the mattress, dropping his head into his large hands. His shoulders shook with a harsh, ragged breath."She was my first love, Emily," he confessed softly.The words hit me like a physical blow to the chest. "Your first love?""We dated for seven years," Daniel whispered, the words laced with fifteen years of buried pain. "From the time I was twenty two until I was twenty-nine. Charlotte was... she was everything to me back then."I

Emily’s POVThe next four weeks turned into an absolute, living nightmare.What started as a single court filing turned into a brutal, non-stop media circus that consumed every second of our lives. Charlotte didn't just sue Daniel for child support and heir status—she launched an all-out legal nuclear war across two continents.Every morning, I woke up to headlines blasting across TV screens: THE BATTLE FOR WALKER HQ: CHARLOTTE MONTGOMERY DEMANDS BILLIONS FOR HEIR JULIAN.The pressure was relentless. International court depositions, emergency board meetings, daily press leaks, and endless legal filings flooded Walker GroupAnd slowly, the stress began to tear away at the man I loved.Daniel stopped coming home to Greenwich. To handle the five-hour time difference with his London legal teams, he started sleeping in his Manhattan office suite. His texts grew short and brief. His calls lasted less than two minutes. The silver eyes that used to burn with intense passion whenever he looked

Emily’s POVThe four black armored Suburbans ground to a halt right in front of the grand marble steps of the Uptown Charlotte Supreme Courthouse.Outside the tinted bulletproof windows, the scene was absolute bedlam. Hundreds of news cameras, flashing bulbs, and shouting journalists packed the plaza. Paparazzi were climbing on concrete barriers, and police officers in heavy tactical gear were struggling to keep the crowd back.And right at the top of the courthouse steps, posing side-by-side like twisted royalty, stood my mother, Victoria, and Lady Charlotte Montgomery.They had brought a joint team of fifteen defense attorneys in custom suits, holding a live press conference right on the court plaza. Victoria was wearing an expensive fur-trimmed coat, holding her head high, while Charlotte stood beside her looking cold, polished, and arrogant."...and we are here today to ensure justice is finally served!" Victoria was dramatically declaring into a sea of microphones. "Daniel Walker

Emily's POVThe bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and something shifted in the air.Daniel's mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, his hands sliding down to grip my hips with a possessiveness that made my knees buckle. The kiss from the balcony had been tender—a promise. This was something else entirely."Julian's door," I gasped against his lips. "Is it—""Closed." His voice came out rough, scraped raw. "Soundproofed wing. Grace is in the east quarters."His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled it down in one slow, deliberate motion. The silk pooled at my feet."Daniel—""I've waited," he said, walking me backward toward the bed. "Weeks of lawyers. Courtrooms. Watching you fight for my son." His silver eyes were nearly black in the dim light. "I'm done waiting."The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I fell onto it, bouncing slightly. He stood over me, pulling his tie loose with one hand, then his shirt buttons with the other, revealing