Todos los capítulos de THE CEO'S LITTLE MATCHMAKERS : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Morning came quietly to Willow Springs.The storm had finally passed, leaving the valley washed clean beneath a pale morning sky. The dining room windows were open just enough to let in the cool scent of wet grass, while the long wooden table was crowded with pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and a bowl of strawberries Lily had already claimed as entirely hers.Amelia sat beside Emma, helping her cut a pancake into smaller pieces while Ethan sat across from them with Lily beside him. For the first time since the previous night, nobody was talking about security breaches, hidden ledgers, or the Vances.Lily swung her legs beneath her chair, watching Ethan and Amelia with the intense concentration of a child who had clearly decided she was conducting important business.“Daddy,” she said eventually.Ethan looked up from his coffee. “Yes, Lily pad?”“Why is mummy Amelia sitting beside Emma?”Amelia paused with the knife halfway through Emma's pancake.Ethan slowly lowered his

Amelia had almost reached the cabin door when Thomas's voice stopped her. “Amelia.” She turned back. Thomas remained in his rocking chair, his expression suddenly more troubled than before. “There is something else you need to know before you leave.” Amelia exchanged a glance with Ethan. He gave her a quiet nod. She walked back toward Thomas and sat down again. “What is it?” Amelia leaned closer to her mother's old estate manager, her heart pounding against her ribs. "What do you mean she hid it from everyone, Thomas? If she wanted to expose the Vances, why keep the evidence locked away instead of taking it to the authorities?" Thomas stared into his coffee mug, his hands still trembling. "Because in those final weeks, Evelyn stopped trusting Richard completely. She realized the people involved had connections far beyond the original loan. Documents were disappearing. Figures in the accounts weren't matching the records she had been given. And somehow, every time

The clue from Evelyn's letter didn't point to any guest cabin or scenic overlook. Instead, it led Amelia and Ethan toward a steep, overgrown ridge on the far western edge of the property, a zone the resort staff simply referred to as the Dead Acre. Amelia and Ethan pushed through the dense brush as the late afternoon sun dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the forest floor. “The maps end here,” Ethan said, studying the old property map in his hand. Amelia looked around. “There shouldn't be anything here.” Ethan kicked aside a thick layer of pine needles and moss. A dull metallic sound answered him. They both froze. He cleared away more of the earth, revealing a heavy, rusted iron hatch buried flush with the ground. Amelia's heart began to pound. “This was the original maintenance shelter,” she whispered. “My grandfather built it when the resort first opened. It was sealed before I was born.” Ethan crouched beside the hatch and gripped the ruste

By the following morning, Amelia and Ethan had agreed on a plan neither of them particularly liked. They would not confront Victoria yet. Instead, they would quietly watch the people around Willow Springs and see who reacted when certain pieces of information became known. “We don't need some elaborate operation,” Amelia said, standing beside the library desk as she studied the old financial records. “If someone here has been helping Victoria, they'll eventually make a mistake.” Ethan nodded. “Then we give them an opportunity.” Amelia looked at him suspiciously. “What kind of opportunity?” “We tell different people different things.” She frowned. “About the ledger?” “Not the ledger itself. About where we intend to search next.” Amelia folded her arms. “You're suggesting we lie to our own staff.” “I'm suggesting we give someone who is already lying to you a chance to reveal themselves.” She didn't like the logic, but she couldn't deny that it made sense. They agreed to

The confrontation took place in the blinding, sterile light of the lodge's private office, but it offered no easy answers. Amelia stood before the employee whose badge had been dropped in the grass, her heart entirely broken. She slammed the laminated card onto the desk. "Why?" she demanded, her voice cracking under the weight of a lifelong betrayal. "You knew my mother. You knew what this place meant to us. How could you feed our schedules and our blueprints to Victoria Vance?" The employee stared down at the badge, their face a mask of absolute, unscripted confusion. When they looked up, their eyes were wide with genuine terror, not guilt. "Amelia, I swear to you on my life, I wasn't in the library last night. I was asleep in the staff cabins. I haven't seen that badge in years—it was stolen out of my locker back when the south wing construction first began!" Ethan stepped forward, his sharp eyes locked onto the employee's micro-expressions. He didn't say a word. He simply pull