Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Point of View: Alexander"Only three people who ever wore that uniform are still alive." Daniel's voice was still ringing in my ears an hour after he had said it, and I stood in my own study at midnight staring at three names on a single sheet of paper, one of which belonged to a man I had trusted enough to hand him a key. The house was silent around me in that particular way old houses go silent at night, settling and creaking as though it, too, were holding its breath waiting for what I would decide to do with the information in front of me.Daniel had laid the folder on my desk without a word, the way he did when he already knew I would not like what was inside it. He had poured himself a drink he did not touch and stood by the window while I read, giving me the space to absorb it without an audience. Three former employees, all issued that discontinued uniform, all still living within an hour of the city. One name I did not recognize, a woman who had left the company decades ago a

Point of View: Alexander"You need to see this before you talk to Thomas." Daniel met us at the office at midnight with a laptop under his arm and an expression I had only seen on him twice before, both times right before something in my life fell apart. The building around us was empty at that hour, the hallways lit only by the dim glow of emergency lighting, our footsteps echoing off the marble in a way that made the silence feel heavier than it should have.He set the laptop down on the conference table and pulled up grainy security footage from the theater, timestamped two nights before the collapse, his hands moving quickly over the trackpad, cueing the file with the practiced efficiency of a man who had already watched it more times than he wanted to admit.Elena leaned forward beside me, her breath catching audibly as a figure moved across the screen in the dark, deliberate and unhurried, working at the base of a support beam with tools that caught the low light. There was some

Point of View: Alexander"Alexander, I need you to look at this before you say anything." Daniel had finally isolated the second figure from the security footage at two in the morning, and the moment the image sharpened into focus, I felt fifteen years of assumptions collapse at once. I had stayed late at the office alone, unable to sleep, running the footage back and forth myself long after Daniel had gone home, until he called to say he had found something and was coming straight back in.He arrived still in the same rumpled shirt from hours earlier, turning the laptop toward me the moment he stepped through the door.The man standing in the theater doorway, watching Thomas work without interference, was not a stranger. It was Richard Hart, Elena's own father, his face partially lit by the glow of a phone screen he held low at his side, his posture unmistakable even in the grainy resolution, the particular way he favored his weaker knee when he stood still for too long.I stared at

Point of View: Alexander"Robert Combs." I said the name out loud the moment Margaret settled into her chair with her coffee, and watched thirty years of careful composure crack open in an instant, the color draining entirely from her face. Margaret's office was still quiet at that hour, the city beyond her window just beginning to stir, and I had called this emergency meeting at seven in the morning knowing full well what the name would cost her to hear.Margaret had served on the Sterling board longer than I had been alive, and in all our years working together, I had never once seen her flinch the way she flinched now, her coffee cup rattling softly against its saucer as her hand trembled around it. She set it down with visible effort, folding her hands together in her lap as though she needed the extra steadiness."Margaret," I said carefully, watching her closely, "you know that name.""I was hoping I would never hear it again," she admitted, her voice quieter than I had ever hea

Point of View: Alexander"Move your sleeve back. Please." Elena's hand had gone suddenly still against my arm, her breath catching in a way that had nothing to do with the ledger anymore, and when I turned to see what had stopped her cold, she was staring directly at my bare forearm in the moonlight. The paramedics had gone, their sirens fading into the distance, and Daniel had stepped outside to speak with the arriving police, leaving the two of us alone amid the wreckage with the ledger still open between us on an overturned crate.Her voice had trembled in a way I had never heard from her before, not even tonight, not even with Thomas bleeding a few feet away only minutes earlier.I did as she asked, confused, my flashlight still angled toward the ledger between us, the beam trembling slightly as I shifted my arm toward the moonlight pouring through the broken roof. The pale scar along my forearm caught the light clearly, thin and faded, the same shape it had always been since a ch