All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY MOTHER’S KILLER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Eliam stared at the transaction on Marcus’s screen.The final succession transfer had been made that morning.Someone had moved money into Blackwood International through the Archer Foundation and attached a legal clause that could transfer control of the entire company.It was not an attack anymore.It was an acquisition.And the person behind it had been preparing for it since before Eliam was born.“Can they actually do this?” Avaline asked.Marcus shook his head.“Not without proving the trust has legitimate authority over the succession agreement.”“Then we have time.”“Not much.”Eliam took the laptop.“Get me the original agreement.”Marcus began searching.Eleanor suddenly stepped forward.“Eliam.”He looked at her.“There is something you need to know about your grandfather.”“I’ve heard enough about Richard tonight.”“You haven’t heard this.”She took a breath.“Richard wasn’t the founder of the network.”Marcus stopped typing.Eliam’s expression hardened.“Then who was?”“H

The room remained silent after Jonathan’s video ended.Eliam stared at the blank screen.For seventeen years, he had imagined the moment when he would finally face the person responsible for destroying his family. He had expected rage. He had expected satisfaction.Instead, he felt strangely calm.“He wants you to chase him,” Avaline said.Eliam looked at her.“I know.”“He wants revenge to become the next thing controlling your life.”Eliam reached for her hand.“I won’t give him that.”Marcus suddenly looked up from his laptop.“Good, because I think we can end this without chasing him.”Everyone turned toward him.“I’ve been tracing the Archer Foundation’s transactions. The account has been active for decades, but every major transfer eventually passed through the same private banking network.”“And?”Marcus smiled.“I found the master authorization.”He turned the laptop around.A digital signature appeared.Jonathan Vale’s name was there, but beneath it was another authorization

Six months later, spring arrived in New York.The city seemed brighter somehow.Maybe it was the weather.Maybe it was because Eliam no longer woke every morning expecting another attack.Blackwood International had survived.More importantly, it had changed.Eliam had removed every company tied to the old network. The secret accounts were gone. The private agreements had been terminated. Independent auditors had been brought in, and every questionable transaction had been turned over to investigators.Blackwood International was finally becoming what his mother had wanted.A legitimate company.A clean one.Eliam had also established the Elena Blackwood Foundation.Its first project was a scholarship program for children who had lost parents to organized crime and violence.He had named it after her because he wanted her name to become associated with something other than death.Avaline helped him choose the first recipients.She also returned to teaching.Not because she needed the

Dinner was already on the table when Eliam arrived home.Gabriella was sitting in her chair, swinging her legs beneath the table.“You’re late.”Eliam checked his watch.“I’m three minutes early.”“You’re late to me.”Avaline laughed from the kitchen.“You heard her.”Eliam removed his jacket.“I see how this household works.”Gabriella pointed toward the empty chair beside her.“Sit.”“Yes, ma’am.”He sat.She immediately pushed a plate toward him.“I saved you some.”Eliam looked at the food.“You did?”“Yes.”“What is it?”“Pasta.”“Did you make it?”Gabriella shook her head.“No. Auntie Avaline did.”“Then why did you save it?”“Because I love you.”His expression softened.“I love you too.”Avaline walked in carrying another dish.She paused when she saw them.“What?”“Nothing.”Eliam smiled.“I was just thinking.”“That again?”Gabriella looked between them.“Daddy thinks too much.”“She knows me very well,” Avaline said.They ate together.There was laughter.There were argumen

The next morning, Eliam stood in the executive boardroom with a folder in his hands.The room was full.Board members.Senior executives.Legal advisers.Independent auditors.For years, this room had been where decisions were made behind closed doors.Today, the doors were open.Eliam placed the folder on the table.“Everything in this folder has been verified.”Nobody spoke.“The old Blackwood network is officially finished.”A few executives exchanged glances.One of the older directors leaned forward.“And what happens to the company now?”Eliam looked around the room.“We rebuild.”“With what?”“Integrity.”The director gave a humorless laugh.“Integrity doesn’t guarantee profit.”“No.”Eliam remained calm.“But neither does corruption.”He opened the folder.“We’re restructuring the company completely. Every subsidiary connected to the old network will be independently reviewed. Any employee who participated in illegal activity will face investigation. Anyone who was coerced wil