Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

Point of View: Alexander"Who sent it, Alexander? Do not close your hand around that phone and tell me it is nothing. I just gave birth to your daughter, and you look like the building is on fire right now."Elena's voice was thin, but her eyes were sharp. She lay against the white pillows with damp hair stuck to her forehead, watching me the way she always did when I tried to protect her.Ten minutes earlier, the nurses had wheeled Claire away in a clear plastic bed. Four pounds, two ounces. Now the room was too quiet, and the message on my screen glowed like a hot coal."It came one minute after she was born," I said. "From a number I do not know.""Read it to me.""Congratulations. Now ask Marcus what his father really did to my mother."She took the phone, and I let her. Her lips moved as she read it twice, and the color drained from her face."One minute," she said. "Alexander, the nurses were still cleaning her. Who knew she was born?""Someone in this building. Or someone watch

Point of View: Alexander"Eleven percent, Alexander. Eleven percent gone in one morning. You told us you walked away from that deal to protect this company, and today the market is telling us you walked away from your own job."Harold Pryce did not shout. He never did. He slid a printed chart across the boardroom table with two fingers, the way a doctor slides a scan across a desk.It was Monday. I had slept three hours in a hospital chair, my tie was crooked, and my eyes felt full of sand."Cardenas Group released a statement at seven," Diane Okonkwo said from the far end. "It says Sterling Hospitality fears growth and cannot lead. Harold is harsh, Alexander, but he is not wrong to worry.""I walked away because of Ferrow Assets. That financing could have taken this company apart from the inside.""A dead man's shell company," Harold said. "That is your reason?""It is the reason I can prove on paper.""Then put that paper in front of us in plain words. On Thursday at nine, this boar

Point of View: Alexander"Take me home, Alexander. Not because I want to leave her. Because if I stay one more night in that chair, I will break, and she needs a mother who is still in one piece. I mean it."Elena said it at six on Wednesday evening, standing at the incubator with one hand flat against the plastic. The doctor had signed her discharge that morning. Claire would stay at least two more weeks, until she could breathe, eat, and keep herself warm."You can call every hour," Imani said gently. "You can come at three in the morning. This ward never locks its doors on mothers.""I know." Elena kissed her fingertips and pressed them to the lid. She whispered something I could not hear. Then she walked out with her back straight and her jaw set, and only when the elevator doors closed did her body fold against my chest."Every crib I ever looked at was for a baby who comes home," she said into my shirt. "Where do they put the mothers who leave without one?""They put them in the

Point of View: Alexander"My mother's name is on this page, Marcus. Next to a date I have never seen, in a box I did not know existed. Tell me what my grandfather kept from her. Not one word of it may be a lie."We stood in the small office behind the boardroom, the one with the glass wall and the blinds pulled down. Richard leaned by the window with his cane. Marcus stood by the door, pale as chalk. The vote had been pushed to Friday morning, because Diane wanted a whole night with Marcus's numbers. That felt like a gift. The envelope in my hands felt like the opposite.I had read it twice. Isabel's handwriting was bold and slanting, each line pressed hard into the paper."Alexander. I hold Vincent Hail's private archive. It includes the surrender papers your mother signed, the letters she wrote to the child she gave away, and every payment that kept that child hidden. Reinstate the merger by Sunday at noon and the box stays closed. Refuse, and the press will read about a mother who

Point of View: Alexander"Elena, if you can still hear me, I am going upstairs now. Something is wrong with this house. It smells like lavender, and it feels like someone lived here who was never allowed to leave. Please stay with me on the line.""I am here," Elena whispered. "What did you touch?""The tea. One cup is empty. The other is still warm.""Then someone left in a hurry.""Or wanted me to know they could."The earpiece crackled, and Callum's voice came through, low and tight. "Boss, I saw a light move in the upstairs window. Left side. It is gone now.""Stay at the gate.""If you stop talking, I am coming through that door.""Understood."The stairs groaned under my shoes. At the top, a narrow door stood open a hand's width. I pushed it with my knuckles, and the smell of lavender grew stronger."It is a bedroom," I said. "A child's room. The walls are yellow, Elena. The same soft yellow you chose for Claire.""That is not possible.""Nothing about this house is possible. Th