All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Valarie's POV I couldn't stop thinking about the numbers. For days afterward, I stayed closer to Ari than I had stayed to anyone since the night I died. I followed her to breakfast and sat on the arm of the sofa while she read. I trailed her down the long hallway and waited outside the bathroom door. I told myself it was curiosity, but it felt more like hunger. I wanted one crack in her, one small thing that would explain what I had seen on that screen. What I found was a lot of small things. None of them made sense alone. The first happened at dinner, four nights after the garden. Osborne had come home late and in a bad mood, and he was complaining about a call with the company's lawyers. "They keep digging up the old lawsuit," he said, stabbing a piece of chicken. "As if we don't have enough problems." "What lawsuit?" Gerald asked. "The one against Fernandez Holdings. Years ago, before any of us were running anything. Dad handled it. It was settled quietly, and now some journ

Osborne's POV"You're home early again," Gerald said."Meetings ended sooner.""Every night this week?""It's been a slow week." I set my briefcase on the hall table. "You're home early too.""The studio runs itself.""Does it?""Gia's very good." He gave a short laugh and looked at the floor. Neither of us said anything else. Then we both turned toward the kitchen, where Ari was laughing at something Mabel had said.We both noticed that we'd turned. Gerald looked away first.I told myself it was nothing. Brothers get awkward sometimes. It would pass. But the awkwardness had been building for weeks, and I couldn't pretend it was a mood anymore. We used to talk about everything, the company, the showcase, our father, even the coffin. Now every conversation seemed to circle around one name. When Ari came up, we both got careful. When she walked into a room, neither of us could look at the other.I noticed the other thing a few days later, and I didn't like it."Where's Gerald tonight?"

Ariana's POVThe house felt different when I came downstairs that morning.Nothing was out of place. The tea was where Mabel always left it, the maids moved through the hall at their usual pace, and the same light fell across the dining room table. But I had spent twenty years reading rooms, and this one had changed overnight. The air had a new edge, a thin tightness, like a wire pulled a little too far.Elle was already at the table.She was eating toast and not looking at me. That was the first sign. For weeks she had watched me over the rim of her cup like I was a stain she couldn't scrub out. Today her eyes stayed on her plate. She was too careful, too quiet. People who have set a trap don't stare at the bait."Morning," I said."Morning." She didn't look up.I sat, thanked Mabel for the tea, and let Gerald tell me a story about a delivery that arrived at his studio in the wrong color. I laughed in all the right places. Inside, I was counting.*Someone is looking. How long have th

Caspian's POV"Say that again.""The money moved the night before the race," my investigator said through the phone. "A single transfer into the mechanic's personal account. Clean, no memo, nothing attached.""And you can't tell who sent it?""Not yet. But I can tell you where it came from. An account that had been dormant for almost eleven years."I stopped pacing. I'd been doing it for twenty minutes, one crutch-free step at a time, up and down my room, and my legs were letting me know about every one of them. "Dormant how?""No deposits, no withdrawals, no activity at all. Then it wakes up for exactly one day, sends exactly one payment, and goes quiet again. Someone reactivated it for the sole purpose of paying that mechanic.""That's planned.""That's very planned. Whoever did this didn't want to use an account anyone would be watching."I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Who owns it?""The name on the account leads to a holding company, and the holding company leads to another o

Ariana's POVI waited until the house across town went quiet before I opened the file.Alex had gone to bed an hour ago. The monitors hummed along the walls, and on the main screen the Fernandez mansion slept in a dozen small squares. I sat down at the steel table and pulled up the folder I had been avoiding for weeks.Mr. Fernandez looked back at me from the screen. Silver hair, tired eyes, one hand on a car door. The same photograph hung on the board, with a note beneath it in my own handwriting. I had written it the night my father gave me the envelope. Three words, pressed hard into the paper.I hadn't looked at them since."You're staring at it again," Leo said from the doorway."I'm reading.""You're staring." He came in and dropped into the chair across from me. "Has Vitz called?""Twice. I let both go to voicemail.""That's a bad habit to start.""I know." I rubbed my eyes. "I'll call him tomorrow.""And say what?"I didn't answer. Leo leaned back and folded his arms. He had b