Todos los capítulos de The billionaire I wasn't supposed to love : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

《Flashback 》 The first sign that something was terribly wrong was not the missing money. It was the silence. Jonathan Blackwood built Blackwood Industries on noise—phones ringing, managers arguing, lawyers rushing, investors demanding, and deals celebrated behind glass walls. But that morning, the building felt different. People were whispering. The doors were closing. And nobody seemed willing to look directly at Jonathan. He stood at the head of the conference table, a stack of financial documents spread before him. Several members of the executive team sat across from him, their expressions carefully controlled. Jonathan turned another page. His face hardened. “This isn't mine.” No one answered. He lifted the document higher..“This authorization doesn't carry my signature.” The chief financial officer swallowed. “The transaction was approved under your authority.” “I said I didn't approve of it.” His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. Jonathan Blac

《Flashback 》The number Daniel had written in his notebook looked insignificant.That was precisely what bothered him.He had spent enough years around money to know that the most dangerous details were rarely the ones that screamed for attention. Sometimes they were hidden inside an ordinary figure, buried beneath hundreds of legitimate transactions, waiting for someone patient enough to notice that they didn't belong.Daniel sat alone in the private office, the Blackwood records spread across the desk.The handwritten reference number stared back at him.He had already checked it against the bank statements.Nothing.He checked the transaction confirmations.Nothing.He searched the company records.Still nothing.It was as though the number had never existed.Daniel leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face.That should have been reassuring.It wasn't.If the number had been meaningless, it would have appeared somewhere. A system-generated code. A payment reference. An internal ide

The most dangerous lies were not the ones people told you.They were the ones you created yourself when the truth was incomplete.Vivian stood behind Daniel's desk, the locked box pressed against her chest.The footsteps outside the study had stopped.The door handle moved slightly.She quickly placed the box beneath a stack of old files and straightened her clothes, forcing her expression into something calm.The door opened. It was Maria.She paused when she saw Vivian. “Mrs. Scott?”Vivian turned toward her. “What is it?”“I was looking for you. Dinner is ready.”Vivian nodded. “I'll be there soon.”Maria's eyes moved briefly around the study. “You've been in here for a while.”“I was sorting some of Daniel's things.”Maria gave a small nod.She didn't ask anything else.When the door closed behind her, Vivian waited until the sound of Maria's footsteps disappeared.Then she turned back to the desk.Her mind was already somewhere else.Jonathan Blackwood.Daniel.Paul Hartley.Evie

Evie had replayed the conversation so many times that the words had begun to blur together, losing their distinct meaning. Take it back, she whispered the words Vivian said to her, her voice trembling. She sat on the edge of her unmade bed, her gaze fixed on a delicate silk scarf she had carefully chosen for Vivian—a gift meant to convey her feelings. The small, elegant box remained untouched, untouched and still sealed. Her eyes were swollen from hours of crying, tears streaking her cheeks, yet she still couldn't grasp what she had done wrong or where she had gone astray in the exchange.She picked up the delicate scarf, feeling the smooth, luxurious fabric slip effortlessly between her fingers. Her eyes lingered on it, and an involuntary thought of Vivian surfaced. She had visualized her mother draping the scarf around her neck, the soft material contrasting with her skin. She had pictured Vivian's warm smile, hearing her say how much she loved it. It had seemed like such a small,

The first mistake Vivian made was believing she was the one holding the knife.She sat in the back of her car, staring through the tinted window at the man waiting across the street.Adrian Blackwood.He had chosen a quiet location, away from the Scott estate and away from the places where either of them might be recognized. That alone told Vivian everything she needed to know.This wasn't a meeting between allies.It was a meeting between two people who intended to use each other.Vivian stepped out of the car.Adrian watched her approach without moving.Neither smiled. Neither offered a greeting.They didn't need one.The deal had already been made.Vivian wanted Adrian's knowledge. Adrian wanted Vivian's access.And both believed they could walk away before the other became a problem.They were wrong.Adrian handed her a thin folder.Vivian opened it and scanned the contents.Names. Old company records.Financial connections.Pieces of information concerning Blackwood Industries th