Semua Bab Beg no more married to his enemy : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 31: Elena’s POV​The hospital emergency room smelled of sharp disinfectant. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as nurses pushed Carter’s gurney down the hallway toward the high-dependency unit.​I walked fast alongside the gurney, my hands gripping the metal rail. Carter’s eyes were closed, his face pale, and an oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose. The white sheet pulled up to his chest was stained with fresh red blood where his bandage had leaked through.​"Miss, you need to step back," a nurse said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder as they reached the double doors of the treatment area. "Only immediate family is allowed past this point."​"I'm with him," I said, my voice raspy and desperate. "I need to stay with him."​"You need to wait in the lobby," the nurse replied firmly, guiding me back as the doors swung shut.​I stood in the cold hallway, staring at the closed double doors. My body was shaking from exhaustion, my clothes still damp from the heavy rain at the doc

Chapter 33: Elena’s POV​I sat in the cold plastic chair beside Carter’s hospital bed, my hands pressed tightly over my face. The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the silence of the room.​Outside the window, grey morning light was starting to peek through the blinds. Downstairs in the main lobby, the hospital was quiet, but my mind was spinning out of control.​My head was pounding so hard my vision blurred. I lowered my hands, staring down at my knees as my chest heaved.​Everything was crashing down on me at once. Carter was lying here hooked up to IV lines with internal bleeding because he rushed out to save my grandmother. Victoria was already back at his estate, bringing her luggage into the house, calling me bad luck, and taking over the staff. On top of that, Damian was waiting on the clock, ready to freeze my mother's music catalog by noon. Without those royalty payouts, I wouldn't have a single cent to pay for my grandmother’s heart trea

Chapter 35: Elena’s POV​By 8:00 AM, the ground-floor garden suite was completely quiet, but the rest of the estate felt like a battleground.​I sat at the dark mahogany desk in the corner of my bedroom, my laptop open in front of me. On the left side of the screen was an encrypted folder containing my mother’s master recordings—raw, unreleased tracks she had produced right before her studio was forced into a predatory contract years ago. On the right side was the legal confirmation from Carter’s legal team: Damian’s distribution firm was officially locked out, giving me full, independent rights to release the first digital single under my mother’s original publishing name.​This was the first real step in reclaiming her legacy. I wasn't just defending her catalog anymore; I was launching it on my own terms.​My fingers flew across the keyboard as I finalized the digital distribution upload to streaming platforms. All I needed was to submit the original signed copyright deed, which I

Chapter 37: Elena’s POV​"Get out of my room, Mother," Carter rasped, his voice cutting through the thick tension like a blade. He tried to sit up higher against the headboard, his chest heaving as a sharp spike of pain hit his cracked ribs.​Victoria didn't wince. She calmly put on her silver reading glasses, eyeing me up and down.​"I am protecting this family's assets, Carter," Victoria said flatly. "If this girl wants to market her mother's old records using our family's name and resources, she can answer to Vance Media Group in a formal hearing."​"Vance Media Group is a subsidiary under Vance Financial," Carter said, his jaw locked tight. "I am the CEO. I will dissolve your board by five o'clock today if you don't drop that strike."​"You can try," Victoria replied with a cold, mocking smile. "But under the corporate charter your father signed, I hold fifty-one percent voting control over Vance Media Group's legal disputes. You can't overrule a copyright claim filed by my execut

Chapter 39: Elena’s POV​By Friday morning, the digital dashboard confirmed what the industry blogs were already reporting. My mother's single held the number four spot on the national streaming charts, and the first official royalty payout—seventy-two thousand dollars—had cleared into my independent bank account.​I sat at the small round table in the estate's sunroom, my laptop open beside a glass of cold water.​I didn't use a dime of Carter's money. With my own funds secured, I officially registered Vance-Free Publishing—a temporary label name I would change as soon as my corporate filings went through—and hired my own independent accountant and intellectual property lawyer. I wasn't just managing one track anymore. I had twelve unreleased master recordings from my mother's original catalog, and today I was approving the distribution strategy for her second single.​"Working late?"​I looked up. Carter walked into the sunroom slowly, moving without his wheelchair for the first tim