All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-husband's Greatest Enemy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

For a while after Evan's cars disappeared, nobody moved.Then Julian was the one who broke it, running a hand through his hair as he looked around at the four of them still standing in the wreck of a room that had almost become something much worse."We can't stay here.""Agreed," Daniel said."He could come back with more people," Seraphina said. "Or whoever that was could."Julian looked at his security chief, who had already started moving toward the door, phone against his ear, making calls before anyone had finished the sentence."There's a building," Julian said. "One of the holding companies. Nobody knows it's mine. We'll be safer there than anywhere else right now."Daniel nodded once. "Lead the way."They didn't discuss it further than that — there wasn't time to, and something about the silence afterward, the four of them moving quickly toward the cars, said more than a conversation would have. Julian took Seraphina with him. Daniel took Lydia, the folder still clutched agai

Evan didn't sleep either.By five in the morning he was already at his desk at Wright Capital, the city still dark outside his window, going through Lydia's laptop one more time. He wasn't looking at the property records anymore. He knew those by heart already. He was looking for anything that told him how much she'd actually read.He found nothing. That worried him more than finding something would have.His assistant knocked at six."Sir. The board wants a call before the market opens.""About what?""The Westbrook filings. Someone leaked a question to a reporter about an old lease under Wright Holdings."Evan looked up slowly."Who?""We don't know yet."He closed the laptop."Get legal on the phone. Now."---The call with the board lasted forty minutes. Evan spent most of it saying very little, letting his lawyer answer the sharper questions, watching the faces on the screen for anyone who looked more interested than they should.One name stood out. A board member who rarely spok

It took his people four days to build the picture Evan had asked for.He read through it alone, late at night, the same way he read through everything that mattered — slowly, twice, looking for the part someone else might have missed.Julian owned more than people realized. A holding company here. A smaller firm there, tucked under a name that meant nothing to anyone who didn't already know to look for it. None of it was illegal. That was the frustrating part. Julian had learned, somewhere in the last four years, to build things the same careful way Evan had once taught him — quietly, and with nothing left exposed.Except one thing.Evan stopped on a page near the back of the file.A property. Small. Nothing special about the building itself. But the name on the lease made him sit up straighter.Daniel Reyes.Not Julian's name. Not a shell company. Daniel's own name, from before the accident, still attached to a lease that had never been cancelled."How long has this been active?" Eva

Margaret called before Julian had finished his coffee."You need to see this.""See what?""A friend at the county registrar's office. Evan's people have been requesting records. Property filings, shell company registrations, anything with your name attached, even indirectly." A pause. "They've been at it for almost a week."Julian set his cup down slowly."He's mapping me.""That's what it looks like.""How thorough?""Thorough enough that whoever's doing it knows what they're looking for. This isn't a fishing expedition. Someone gave them a list."Julian stood and walked to the window of his office, looking down at the street the way he'd trained himself to, always checking, always counting who lingered too long near the entrance."Then he knows more than I wanted him to.""Maybe. Or he's trying to find out how much you actually have before he decides how hard to come at you." Margaret's voice was careful. "Either way, you need to decide what you're going to do about it.""I already

Five years ago, Lydia Moore was twenty-six years old, engaged to Julian Cross, and terrified almost every day of being found out.Not for anything she'd done. Not yet. Just for what she was — a girl from a small town two hours outside the city, raised by a mother who cleaned houses for families like the one she was about to marry into, sitting in rooms full of people who could tell, somehow, without her saying a word, that she didn't belong there the way they did.She learned to hide it well. She learned which fork to use, which topics to avoid, how to laugh at jokes she didn't understand in a way that made people think she did. She became very good at being someone else.Daniel was the only one who ever noticed.---They met properly at a dinner Julian's family hosted that spring — the kind of event where Lydia spent most of the evening standing slightly apart from every conversation, smiling at the right moments, saying as little as possible.Daniel found her by the window, alone, s