Todos los capítulos de THE CEO'S LITTLE MATCHMAKERS : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The rain had cleared, leaving the air outside the lodge crisp and heavy with the scent of damp earth, but the atmosphere inside the library remained suffocating. Amelia stood by the tall cedar bookshelves, her eyes fixed on Ethan as he closed his corporate laptop. The relief of his refusal to sell to the medical-spa conglomerate still lingered in her chest. But Ethan's decision had created another problem. If he was willing to walk away from millions to protect Willow Springs, then he clearly believed there was something worth protecting beyond the partnership itself. And whatever he had discovered about her family's debt was beginning to look far more dangerous than either of them had realized. He had spent the last two hours speaking in low, clipped tones to Marcus, his face a hard and unreadable. "You told me the acquisition offer was handled, Ethan," Amelia said, crossing her arms tightly. "But you’re still pacing. Your legal team hasn't stopped sending encrypted files

The morning sun had barely cleared the trees when Victoria Vance’s sleek, silver sports car tore up the gravel driveway of Willow Springs. She had requested a private meeting with Amelia less than an hour earlier. Amelia had agreed. Ethan had not. "I am coming with you," Ethan said, his voice dropping into a hard, non-negotiable register as he watched Victoria step out of her vehicle from the office window. He was already reaching for his jacket. "No," Amelia said, turning to face him, her expression fiercely determined. "Victoria requested this meeting with me specifically. If you walk in there with your legal team and your corporate armor, she’ll immediately shut down and retreat behind her lawyers. I know this resort, and I knew my mother. Let me handle her." Ethan’s dark espresso eyes narrowed, his jaw tight with immediate resistance. "Amelia, we just discovered that a company controlled by Victoria has been keeping your mother's hidden debt alive for five years. I a

The legal machinery of Blackwood Enterprises moved at a terrifying pace when Ethan gave a direct command. By nine o'clock the following morning, a secure encryption link had been established between the Willow Springs library and his primary international compliance counsel in the city. Amelia stood behind Ethan’s chair, her eyes glued to the sleek tablet screen as a massive, heavily redacted corporate file began to slowly decompress. "The account number on the back of the photograph traces back to a private asset trust established in Geneva," Ethan explained, his voice low and intensely focused as he clicked through the security layers. "The trust was registered shortly before construction on the south cabins began," Ethan explained, his voice low and intensely focused as he clicked through the security layers. Your mother, Evelyn Carter, was listed as the sole primary beneficiary. The trust documents also name you as her successor beneficiary in the event of her death." Am

The drive back to the valley was conducted in a heavy, charged silence, the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers the only sound cutting through the tension. Ethan kept one hand clamped firmly on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles jumped. The moment Richard had fled, Ethan had pulled Amelia into the safety of the SUV, his protective instincts on absolute high alert. By the time they reached Willow Springs, the storm had tapered to a quiet, eerie drizzle. Amelia stood in the middle of her mother's office, staring down at the tarnished brass key resting on her palm. "He said she hid it where only I could find it. Ethan, I’ve lived on this property my entire life. I know every closet, every floorboard, every crawlspace." Ethan stepped closer, stripping off his wet jacket and tossing it onto a chair. He looked at the key, then up at the faded photographs of Evelyn Carter lining the walls. "Think about your day with Lily, Amelia. You told me your mother

The warmth of the cellar evaporated instantly, replaced by the freezing adrenaline of a digital ambush. Ethan broke into a sprint, taking the stone steps two at a time with Amelia close behind him. They burst through the greenhouse and raced across the damp grass toward the main lodge. By the time they slammed the heavy wooden doors of her office behind them, Marcus was already waiting, his fingers flying across the keys of a ruggedized corporate laptop. "Talk to me, Marcus," Ethan commanded, throwing his weight over the back of the tech chair, his eyes tracking the cascading lines of red security code filling the monitor. "The intrusion is targeted, Ethan," Marcus said, his voice taut. "Our primary Blackwood firewalls are holding, but the attacker didn't hit us from the outside. They are using an internal backdoor. Someone bypassed our network security by using a local terminal routing protocol right here on the resort grounds." Amelia felt her stomach drop, a sickening