Todos los capítulos de 5 Minutes to Divorce: Hidden Heiress Returns With His Baby: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 12: Seven Suspects, Zero AnswersI told them about the plate over breakfast, before either of them had finished their coffee.Leon took it the way he took most things — calmly, already three steps ahead. "Registered to a shell company. I'd put money on it dead-ending in Delaware within a week. He'll hit a wall and stay there."Julian didn't look up from his plate. "That's not the part that worries me.""What's the part that worries you?"He set his fork down. "Someone wiped the visitor logs the night before the explosion made the news. From inside the building. Using an admin login that shouldn't exist — not mine, not Desmond's, not anyone on the security team's."The room went quieter than it should have for a Tuesday morning."Wiped how?" I asked."Cleanly. Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing and exactly how long they had to do it." Julian rubbed a hand over his jaw. He hadn't shaved. I didn't think he'd slept either. "I've been through it four times. There's n

Chapter 14: Naomi Visits Leon found me in the hallway ten minutes before Naomi was due at the gate, straightening a picture frame that didn't need straightening, which was usually how I knew he had something to say and hadn't decided yet how to say it. "You're sure about this," he said finally. "Letting her in." "She's my best friend, Leon. It's not a security clearance." "I just mean — we don't really know her. Not the way we know everyone else in this house." He said it gently, almost apologetically, like the words cost him something to hand over. "An outsider, right now, with everything that's happening. I only want you safe. You understand that, don't you?" Something in me went hot and defensive before I could stop it. "Naomi has known me since I was nineteen years old. She sat with me through every single thing you weren't there for. I trust her more than I trust most

Chapter 16: Field Trip I didn't fall asleep until close to four, and my body woke me up anyway at six, the way it always did, as if eleven years of discipline could be talked out of itself by one bad night. I was still pulling my hair back when I stepped out into the hallway and nearly walked straight into Leon coming the other way, fresh from a run, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat catching the morning light through the windows. I will not pretend I didn't look. Sleeveless hoodie, grey joggers, no suit jacket or crisp white shirt standing between me and the actual shape of him — and his arms, God, his arms, flexing as he pulled his earbuds out, and I stood there a half second too long doing something dangerously close to staring before I caught myself and looked, pointedly, at the wall behind his head instead."This is Naomi's fault," I thought, furious with her in absentia. "She put th

Chapter 17: What the Cameras Caught (Part 2) I braced for round two before we'd even reached the doors. Bianca looked up first, bags looped over both wrists, and her whole face did something I hadn't prepared for at all. It softened. "Oh, that coat." She actually stepped toward me, eyes bright, nothing hostile in them now, nothing performed. "Is that the new line? I tried it on an hour ago and it did nothing for me. It's stunning on you." I opened my mouth and nothing came out. "Genuinely," Priscilla added, looking me up and down with open, unguarded admiration. "You look incredible. Who does your hair?" I glanced at Clara. Clara's face gave away absolutely nothing, which somehow made it funnier. "My secretary," I said, mostly to see what would happen. "You have a secretary?" Bianca laughed, delig

Chapter 19: Sterling's TableThe restaurant was the kind of place that didn't need to advertise, all understated elegance and a waiting list that probably ran longer than most people's lifetimes. Clara had called ahead, apparently — though she hadn't bothered mentioning this to me — and we were escorted through to the VIP section without a single delay.Which was where I saw him.Vincent Sterling was already at a booth, alone, reviewing a menu with the same careful attention he probably gave to hostile takeovers. He looked up the moment we entered, and something in his face shifted, a flicker of something that might have been recognition before it smoothed back into that familiar cold."Ms. Whitfield." He closed the menu. "I didn't expect to see you twice in one week.""The feeling's mutual," I said, and something in me that was very tired of letting Clara fight my battles for me stood up instead of sitting down. "Though I suspect you planned it this way. You always seem to know where