Semua Bab His Contract Wife's Secret Twins : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Susan's POVI had rehearsed the conversation carefully on my drive over. Choosing each of my word with the same precision I had always used to choose everything else that mattered in my life.Armando Ivas was not a man who responded well to hysteria or vague accusations.He needed something that sounded like concern...wrapped carefully around a suggestion sharp enough to unsettle him without ever quite becoming a lie he could easily disprove.He met me in his study. His expression carefully neutral in the way powerful men always seemed to manage. Though I noticed the faint shadows beneath his eyes. The particular exhaustion of a man who had not slept properly in some time. Exactly good, exhausted men made mistakes far more easily than rested ones."Susan," he said. Not bothering to offer me a seat."You said this was urgent?""It is."I settled into the chair across from his desk anyway. Unwilling to let his coldness dictate the terms of this conversation."I have been debating whethe

Armando's POVI did not sleep after Zahara left the sitting room. I told myself I had offered her patience, real patience. And that patience meant honoring the boundary I had just promised to respect.I sat with that promise for nearly an hour before the quiet of the study finally wore through it entirely.Someone from before. It did not work out. He has never been part of their lives.The words sat wrong in my chest the longer I turned them over. Not because I doubted a woman could raise children alone after a relationship failed.But because every instinct I had built across a decade of reading people accurately told me the sentence had come out too smooth. Too rehearsed. Exactly the way some lies sounds when someone has said it enough times to themselves that it no longer feels like lying at all.I opened my laptop and pulled up the file my investigator had compiled weeks ago. The one I had barely glanced at before setting aside in favor of chasing Wolfson and Voss instead.Buried

Marcus Kane's POVI felt it before I understood exactly what I was feeling. The small, cold shift in how people looked at me lately. Nothing overt. No accusations, no confrontations.Only a slight delay before Armando answered my calls now. And a few extra questions from his assistant about routine requests I had made a hundred times before without comment.Ten years of careful, patient work had taught me to notice exactly this kind of change before most people even realized they were making it.I arrived at the estate that afternoon under the pretense of reviewing quarterly filings. Though my actual purpose was simpler and considerably more urgent.Voss had called twice in the past two days. His patience wearing thinner each time. And I understood clearly that whatever suspicion was gathering around me needed to be redirected quickly. Before it hardened into something I could no longer talk my way around.Armando met me in his study. Exhaustion written plainly across his face in a wa

Arthur Wolfson's POVI heard about the lost vehicle within the hour. Voss did not call me himself. He rarely called anyone himself when something went wrong.Instead the message came through Marcus this time. Careful and brief. The same way bad news always seemed to reach me lately…filtered through someone else's caution before it ever touched my own hands directly.I did not like it. Thirty years of working for Desmond Voss had taught me many things. And one of them was this. Patience worked well when you controlled every piece on the board. It worked far less well when the pieces started moving on their own, faster than anyone could track them.I called Marcus back within minutes."Tell me exactly what happened?" I said."The woman and the children left the safehouse in an unmarked car. Voss's man lost them three blocks out. That is all I know right now.""That is not enough." I kept my voice low and even. Though something sharp moved beneath it. "Voss has had eyes on that family fo

Zahara's POVI sat in the driveway for a long time after reading the investigator's message. The sedan's slow, patient stillness replaying itself over and over in my mind.Not a coincidence. And I had known that the moment I noticed it had not moved in fifteen minutes. But seeing it confirmed in writing made the fear feel heavier, more permanent. Like something I could no longer talk myself out of.****I found Armando in the kitchen when I finally went inside. An unusual place for him at this hour. And he was just standing at the counter with a cup of coffee he did not appear to be drinking...exhaustion openly carved into every line of his face."You are up early," I said."I never went to bed." He studied me carefully, noticing something in my expression immediately."What happened? It seems you left again last night?"I did not have the energy left to build another careful story. Not after everything the past two days had already cost both of us."I drove past Priya's building this