Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Contract Wife's Secret Twins : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 96

Zahara's POVWe did not talk about Marcus that evening. We did not talk about Voss, or Okoro's growing case file, or any of the danger that had followed us through, nearly every week since our wedding.For one evening, Armando and I agreed quietly and without much discussion, to simply be a family instead.We ate dinner together in the small dining room instead of the formal one. Cherry and Edward seated between us, both of them chattering happily about a game they had invented that afternoon involving the garden hedges and an imaginary dragon only Edward claimed to have actually seen."It had big wings," Edward said seriously, gesturing wide with both arms. "And it breathed fire, but only a little bit, because it was still a baby dragon.""Baby dragons cannot breathe fire yet," Cherry said, unimpressed. "Everyone knows that.""This one could," Edward said firmly. And Armando laughed, a full, easy sound I had not heard from him in longer than I could remember. The sound settling somet

Marcus Kane's POVI spent the following three days drafting the motion with a precision I had rarely applied to anything else in my career. Every clause chosen carefully, every argument constructed to withstand the kind of scrutiny I already knew Armando's legal team would eventually throw against it.The core argument was simple enough on its surface. Section fourteen of the marriage contract explicitly stated that any child born during the marriage, without written consent from both parties predating conception. Held no legal claim to any asset or inheritance belonging to either party. Cherry and Edward had been born five years before the marriage even existed, which meant, in the strictest possible reading, the clause did not technically apply to them at all.I had anticipated this weakness from the beginning, which was precisely why I had spent an additional two days constructing a secondary argument built on considerably shakier ground.One that stretched the definition of the ma

Zahara's POVI read Priscilla's message myself, forwarded quietly to my own phone by the assistant Armando had asked to keep me updated, and I felt something settle in my chest that had nothing to do with fear.Routine storage limits. A purge scheduled within forty eight hours. Fiona's earliest toxicology files, the ones that first proved months of deliberate poisoning…sitting in a box somewhere in a basement archive, about to be destroyed by a policy someone had almost certainly engineered on purpose.I did not tell Armando what I intended to do about it.I sat with that decision for a long moment. Turning it over honestly rather than simply acting on instinct.Five years ago, I would have told myself the secrecy was purely protective, that I was sparing him a danger he did not need to carry. But that was not the whole truth tonight, and I made myself admit it plainly…alone, in the quiet of my own room.Some part of this was mine. Not shared. Not managed jointly. Mine to walk into an