Todos los capítulos de Seven Days To Forget The Billionaire : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Anna’s POVI kept staring at the photograph.The man standing beside my biological mother looked ordinary enough, yet the moment Mark whispered his name, something inside me shifted.I had seen his face before.Not in my parents’ photographs, not in the records we had spent weeks uncovering, but somewhere inside the Brantley family history.Mark lowered his phone slowly.“My father knew him.”I looked at him.“How?”“I don’t know yet.”“You said you recognised him.”“I recognised his face, Anna, not his connection to your family.”Vicky took the phone from my hand and studied the photograph again.“He was at the hospital.”“Yes.”“On the night you and I were born.”I nodded.“And he was connected to your father.”“Yes.”She looked between us.“Then this isn’t just about the inheritance anymore.”I already knew that.For weeks, we had been following money, property transfers, companies and estate records, believing that if we found the person responsible for moving my parents’ fortune,

Anna’s POVThe address sat at the end of a quiet road in Manchester, tucked between rows of old brick houses with narrow gardens and darkened windows, and for some reason, the sight of it made my stomach tighten before Mark had even stopped the car.Twenty-seven.I looked down at the piece of paper the senior estate administrator had given us, then back at the faded number fixed beside the front door.There was no mistake.This was the last known address of the man our biological father had trusted with our lives.The man who had been instructed to protect both of us.The man who had disappeared without resigning, without being dismissed and without leaving behind a proper explanation.Mark parked along the kerb and switched off the engine, but neither he nor Vicky moved immediately.The silence inside the car felt heavier than the cold outside.I folded the paper between my fingers and stared at the house through the windscreen, trying to imagine a younger version of the man who had

Anna’s POVThe house looked nothing like the place Vicky remembered.The old photographs had shown a large family residence surrounded by trees, but years had stripped the property of whatever warmth it once carried, leaving behind a grey stone building with overgrown hedges, weathered windows and a silence that made the whole place feel abandoned.Mark parked outside the gates and switched off the engine, but none of us moved immediately.Vicky kept staring at the house.“This is it,” she said quietly.I looked at her. “You’re sure?”She nodded. “I remember that window.”She pointed toward the second floor, where one of the curtains hung loosely behind the glass.“I used to stand there when I was little.”Mark glanced at the building, then reached for the documents we had brought with us. “The property is still registered under one of the companies connected to Whitmore Estates, although ownership has changed twice since Richard stopped living here.”“So whoever controls it now may n

Anna’s POVBy the time we left the building, morning had already settled over London, yet I barely noticed the pale sunlight spreading across the streets because my mind was still inside that room, still surrounded by the documents that had finally given us the truth we had spent so long searching for.The investigation was over.There was nothing else to trace, no hidden company waiting for us to uncover, no missing document that could change what we already knew, and no reason to keep looking over our shoulders for another name because the person who had manipulated our family, separated Vicky and me, and interfered with our inheritance had finally been exposed.The old family associate had betrayed the trust our father placed in him, using his position as the person responsible for protecting our interests to manipulate the estate after our parents’ deaths, while Nathan had later helped move the stolen assets through Blackwell Holdings and the companies connected to it.For years,

Anna’s POVI used to think forgiveness happened all at once.Someone hurt you, they apologized, you accepted the apology, and somehow the pain disappeared as though it had only been waiting for the right words.I knew better now.Forgiveness was slower than that.Sometimes it was waking up one morning and realizing you hadn’t thought about the hurt for several hours, then remembering it again and feeling the pain, only for it to fade a little faster than it had the day before.Sometimes it was hearing the person who hurt you speak and no longer feeling the need to defend yourself.And sometimes, it was simply being able to sit beside them without remembering every reason you had once wanted to leave.That was where I was with Mark.Not healed.Not completely.But no longer running.The morning after our conversation, I found him in the kitchen making breakfast, and for a few seconds I simply stood at the doorway and watched him.He noticed me almost immediately.“You’re awake.”“I can