All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebirth Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nothing happened for three days.No calls. No messages. No threats. No signs. Volkov had gone silent. The silence was worse than the noise.I worked. I stayed busy. I met with Sarah Chen. Marcus had found the former Marlowe employee. He was willing to talk. Dana was arranging the meeting. Leo was verifying his story.I worked through lunch. I worked through dinner. I didn't sleep much. But I didn't think about Volkov. Not consciously. Not on purpose.On the third night, I found Adrian in the living room.He was sitting on the couch. He wasn't reading. He wasn't working. He was just sitting.I sat beside him.We didn't speak.After a while, I said, "He's not going to come. Not yet. He's waiting.""I know.""He's waiting for us to let our guard down.""I know."I looked at him. He looked at me."We can't let our guard down," I said."We won't."I leaned back. I closed my eyes."Get some sleep," he said.I didn't move. Neither did he.---The next morning, Sarah Chen called."Marcus foun

I thought about what Adrian said for three days.Not constantly. Not obsessively. But in the quiet moments. When I was making coffee. When I was reading reports. When I was staring at the ceiling at three in the morning.I want to build something. With you. Something that isn't about revenge. Something that's just ours.I didn't have an answer. I didn't know if I was supposed to. But the question stayed with me. It followed me from room to room. It sat beside me at my desk. It lay next to me in bed.On the fourth day, I went to see my mother.Not her grave. Not the cemetery. I went to the storage unit. The one where I'd found her journal. The one where I'd found the folder. The one where I'd found everything.I hadn't been back since that day. I hadn't needed to. But something pulled me there.The unit was the same. Dusty. Quiet. Full of boxes I hadn't opened. Full of things I hadn't gone through. Full of memories I hadn't faced.I sat on the floor. I pulled a box toward me. I opened

The plane left at six in the morning.I didn't sleep the night before. I didn't try to. I packed a bag. I checked my phone. I read Felix's final report. I stared at the ceiling until the alarm went off.Adrian was waiting in the car when I came downstairs. He didn't speak. He just opened the door. I got in. He followed.Sloane drove. Daniel sat in the front. Leo followed in a second car.We didn't talk. There was nothing to say.The airport was quiet. Private terminal. No cameras. No journalists. Felix had arranged everything. We boarded the plane without a word.I sat by the window. Adrian sat across from me. He didn't reach for me. He didn't take my hand. He just sat there.The plane took off. The city disappeared beneath us. The clouds swallowed everything.I closed my eyes. I didn't sleep. I just rested.---The flight was three hours.I spent most of it reading Felix's report. Claude Fournier. His history. His habits. His connections. His weakness.He was careful. He didn't use a

The street was quiet.No cars. No pedestrians. Just the soft hum of the harbor in the distance and the flicker of a street lamp that needed replacing. Dana and Marcus had already entered the restaurant through the back. Leo was in the alley. Sloane was in the car. Adrian stood beside me. We waited.At eight forty-seven, Claude Fournier walked around the corner.He was smaller than his photograph. Thinner. He walked with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched, like a man who had spent years expecting a bullet. He didn't look at us. He didn't look at anyone. He just walked to the restaurant door and went inside."Target acquired," Dana said through the earpiece.I didn't respond. I just watched.---We waited twenty minutes.No Volkov. No movement. Just Claude at his table, ordering his usual meal, reading a newspaper that he didn't turn the pages of. Dana was at the bar. Marcus was by the window. Leo was in the alley. Everyone was in position.At nine fifteen, Claude stood

The call came at noon.We were sitting at a cafe in Recoleta when Felix's name appeared on my phone. I stared at it for a moment before answering. I already knew what he was going to say."We found Alvarez," he said. "He's at his office. He's been there since seven this morning. He hasn't left.""Where?""A bank on Avenida Corrientes. Small. Private. The kind of place that doesn't advertise."I looked at Adrian. He was watching me. He knew what the call was about. He didn't need to ask."We're on our way," I said.I hung up. I set the phone down.Adrian didn't move. He just looked at me."You want to go now," he said."Yes.""We could wait. We could take another day. We could have this."I looked at him. He looked at me."This is who I am," I said. "I can't sit in cafes while he's out there. I can't pretend the world isn't burning."He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded."Then let's go," he said.He stood. He offered his hand. I took it.---The bank was on a side street off Aveni