His Contract Wife's Secret Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Armando's POVThe article spread faster than I expected. Three outlets by noon growing to nearly a dozen by early evening. Each one adding its own speculation about the mysterious children of Ivas Holdings' notoriously private owner.My assistant fielded calls all afternoon. Most of which I refused, unwilling to offer any statement until I understood exactly how the story had reached the public in the first place.I called Griggs first."I want to know who leaked this," I said. "Whether from staff. Outside contact. Anyone at all with access to information about the twins before yesterday.""Already working on it, Mr. Ivas. I have pulled phone records for every staff member present at this morning's introduction. Nothing unusual yet, though it is early.""Keep looking."I ended the call and sat with the growing uneasiness that had followed me through the entire day. The sense that whoever was orchestrating the danger circling my family had adapted faster than I anticipated. Turning our

Marcus Kane's POVVoss had not told me he intended to leak the story. I learned about it the same way everyone else did, scrolling through my phone that morning with my coffee going cold beside me. And I felt something close to genuine alarm settled into my chest for the first time in longer than I could remember.I called him immediately."You did not warn me," I said. Keeping my voice low despite the empty office around me."I did not need to," Voss said. Unbothered as always."You are not the one who executed it, Marcus. That was handled through channels entirely separate from you. I simply wanted the story controlled the moment it inevitably surfaced. And it was already going to surface, one way or another, the moment Armando brought those children into his own household openly.""This puts more scrutiny on all of us," I said. "Reporters digging into the Ivas family's history tend not to stop at the twins, Desmond. They dig into everything. The shell company. The old contracts. Th

Fiona's POVArmando arrived at my door still carrying the same distracted weight I had noticed in him for days now. The incorporation papers tucked under his arm before he had even said a word of greeting."You are thinking hard about something," I said, setting my book aside."I can always tell. You get the same look your father used to get before he solved a problem no one else in the room could see yet.""I keep looking at these papers," he admitted. Sitting down and spreading the documents gently across my blanket."My father's name. Wolfson's name. Dave Lawson's name. Three men, one company and three months before my father died. I keep asking myself how these three people from such different corners of this business world ever ended up signing the same paper together.""They were not as different as you think," I said slowly. The memory beginning to stir the moment he said it plainly."Your father and Yvonne knew each other long before any of this, Armando. Long before Dave Laws

Armando's POVThe investigator's name was Desmond Okoro, and no relation to the man we were building a case against. Though the coincidence of the shared first name had struck me the moment his assistant scheduled our meeting.He worked out of a small, unmarked office two floors above a bakery downtown. It was the kind of place that clearly valued discretion over impression.Zahara sat beside me in his cramped waiting room. The folder of evidence we had gathered held carefully in her lap…the photographs, the letter, copies of the Meridian incorporation documents. Everything we had pieced together across weeks of separate investigation finally assembled into a single, coherent case.Okoro greeted us himself. He was a tall, unhurried man with sharp eyes that missed very little. He led us into an office cluttered with case files stacked in careful...deliberate towers along every wall."Mr. Ivas. Mrs. Ivas." He gestured toward two chairs across from his desk. "I understand you have inform

Susan's POVWord about Marcus reached me by evening. The way most useful information eventually did if I waited long enough and asked the right people the right questions.He was gone. Not simply missing for a few hours. Gone in a way that made his own office nervous enough to start whispering about it before the day even ended.I sat with that news for a long time, turning it over carefully. Because a missing lawyer meant one of two things. Either he had been caught doing something Voss did not want caught; or Voss himself had decided Marcus had become a problem worth removing quietly.But neither of the answers made me feel safe.I had spent weeks telling myself I was simply a useful piece in someone else's plan. Valuable enough to be protected as long as I kept doing what was asked of me. Watching Marcus vanish this easily made that comfort feel considerably thinner than it had that morning.I called Arthur first. My voice landed sharper than I meant it to be."Where is Marcus?""I