Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Secret Bride: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

Point of View: AlexanderThree days into Marcus's search, we had a city, a decades old address, and a silence so complete it felt almost deliberate, as though someone had scrubbed a man's whole life from the record on purpose.I stood in the study watching my brother pace in front of the fireplace with his phone pressed to his ear, his jaw tight with the particular frustration of a man used to solving problems faster than this one was allowing him to."Nothing," Marcus said, ending the call and dropping into the nearest chair. "The address from Teresa's letters belongs to a woman who bought the house eleven years ago. She has never heard the name Julian in her life.""People move," Rosalind offered gently from the doorway. "That does not mean the trail is dead.""It means it is thirty years cold," Marcus said. "People who do not want to be found have a way of disappearing properly.""Or he simply grew up and moved on with an ordinary life," Elena said from the sofa, where she sat with

Point of View: AlexanderThe doctor confirmed it at ten in the morning, and by noon I still had not stopped smiling like a fool, even while I stood in the driveway watching my brother load a single bag into a rental car."You look strange," Marcus said, slamming the trunk. "Happy, but strange.""Long night," I said, which was true, and gave him nothing else. "Call me the moment you land. Both of you."Rosalind hugged Elena tightly before climbing into the passenger seat, and I watched the car disappear down the long drive with a knot of hope and worry tangled so tightly in my chest I could not have said where one ended.Marcus called that afternoon from the road, his voice tight and strange over the speaker."The city is smaller than I expected," he said. "Quieter. It is nothing like the world I spent my whole life clawing through. It unsettles me more than I want to admit.""You are allowed to be unsettled," I said. "You are walking into someone else's whole life.""Rosalind says I a

Point of View: AlexanderMy father had not left the study in two days, and watching him wait for a phone call that might never come was harder, somehow, than watching him grieve for Eleanor had ever been."He has the card," I said gently, sitting across from him. "He knows how to reach us. Sometimes waiting is the kindest thing we can offer someone.""I am seventy three years old," Father said quietly, not looking up from the window. "I do not have unlimited time to wait gently for anything anymore."Something painful moved through my chest at that, the particular helplessness of a son who cannot fix the one thing his father actually needs fixed."You found him once already, decades too late to raise him," Elena said carefully, sitting beside him. "Do not let fear rush the only part of this you still have control over. Let him come to you in his own time."Father turned to look at her then, his eyes tired but sharp, still every bit the man who had built an empire from nothing before l

Point of View: AlexanderJulian had been with us three weeks when the first uneasy whisper reached the boardroom, and I felt my own face tighten the moment I read the message on my phone at breakfast."What is it," Elena asked, though something in my expression must have already told her the answer would not be good."Someone on the board heard a rumor," I said quietly. "An unknown relative suddenly living at the family estate. They want to know who he is, and more importantly, whether he has any claim to company shares.""He has not asked for a single thing," Elena said, a flash of protective anger sharpening her voice. "He came for family, not for money.""I know that," I said. "You know that. The board does not know that, and they are far more interested in liability than in love."Father, overhearing from the next room, appeared in the doorway with a look on his face I had not seen since the worst days of the Cardenas scandal, sharp and immovable."Let them ask," he said firmly. "

Point of View: AlexanderTeresa did not answer right away, and the silence stretched long enough that I watched Julian's face brace itself for something painful, as though he had already decided the worst answer was the likely one."No," Teresa finally said, her voice steady despite the tears gathering in her eyes. "Not once, in twenty years, did she ever say she regretted you. She grieved this family. She missed them terribly, in ways she never fully let me see. But she never, not for a single moment, regretted choosing to protect you."Julian's shoulders dropped slightly, some tension I had not fully registered finally releasing from his posture, and my father reached out to grip his arm gently, steadying him the way he had been steadying all of us for weeks."She used to say," Teresa continued softly, "that some choices cost you one kind of happiness to buy another kind, and that she would make the same trade a thousand times over if it meant keeping you safe.""I wish I could have