Semua Bab The Billionaire I Met On My Worst Night : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The air vanished from Charlotte’s lungs. A sudden, sharp wave of betrayal crashed over her. It wasn't the realization that he was the bleeding, dying man in the alley that hurt. It was the fact that for three entire years, the most powerful man in the city had known exactly who she was—and he had let her believe they were meeting for the very first time."Why?" Charlotte demanded, her voice rising as she pushed her chair back and stood up. The physical distance between them was mere inches, but the emotional chasm had just cracked wide open. "Why did you let me believe you were a stranger?"Edward’s jaw tightened. "Charlotte—""No," she cut him off, her hands trembling as she pointed at the water-damaged paramedic report on the desk. "Why did you watch me afterward? Why did you buy the gallery? Was any of this real, Edward? Or was our entire marriage planned because of what happened that night?”Edward stepped forward, his massive frame instantly dominating her space, though he kept h

Panic was a luxury Edward could not afford. Instantly, the shock bled out of him, leaving only the cold, calculating mind of a ruthless predator. He leaned forward, taking absolute control of the matter. "Desmond, lock down the legacy files entirely. No one accesses the old incident reports without my direct, physical authorization," Edward ordered, his voice flat and authoritative. "Robert, I need to know exactly how Vincent's people got a name. Tear their digital footprint apart."He unmuted the channel to his head of security. "Increase the perimeter. But hear me clearly: my wife is not to feel like a prisoner. You protect her from the shadows. She does not see you. If she feels watched, it will only push her further away."He disconnected the line, his jaw clenched tight. Charlotte already distrusted him for his years of secrecy; deploying a suffocating guard detail would only validate her worst fears. Minutes later, the secure line chimed. It was Robert. "I have a trace on one

Edward remained in the center of his private study, the cold glow of his encrypted phone casting sharp shadows across his face.“Raymond Santos has resurfaced.”The name settled in the quiet room like a live grenade. Edward immediately patched Robert and Desmond into a secure three-way line."Explain," Edward commanded, stepping toward the window overlooking the dark estate."Santos didn't just crawl out of a hole," Robert's calm, baritone voice filled the speaker. "He surfaced through one of the dormant shell companies tied to Sander Logistics. He’s not simply hiding anymore, Edward. He’s actively marshaling capital to rebuild his network."Edward’s jaw tightened. "Where is he?""I used my intelligence network at Campbell Media to trace a localized digital signature. He is operating out of a commercial property by the docks under an alias," Robert confirmed. "But he's moving fast. He’s booking an extraction out of the country.""He doesn't leave," Edward stated with finality. "This e

The pale light of dawn had barely broken the horizon, casting a soft, gray glow across the master suite. Edward lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The encrypted guest list for Aspen was burned into his mind, specifically the single name that threatened to upend the fragile peace he had finally secured. He didn't want to destroy the quiet safety of this bedroom by bringing it up just yet. He needed facts before he introduced fear.Beside him, the sheets rustled. Charlotte blinked awake, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She turned and saw the distant, hardened look on his face. Instead of freezing, instead of interrogating him or assuming the worst, she shifted closer. "Are you all right?" she asked softly. Edward looked at her, struck by the simplicity of the question. Before, her questions were laced with suspicion, a desperate attempt to uncover the secrets he was hiding. Now, she was asking simply because she cared. The realization eased the tension in his jaw. "I'm fine," he m

The morning sun filtered through the heavy silk drapes of the master suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Charlotte woke up slowly, the lingering exhaustion of the past few weeks finally gone. She turned her head and found Edward already awake, propped up on one elbow, simply watching her. There was no tension in his shoulders, no guarded distance in his eyes. Edward glanced at the clock on the nightstand, a faint smile tugging at his lips."You realize our flight leaves in three hours," he said, his voice carrying a low, teasing morning rasp. "And you're still deciding which dresses to take."Charlotte glanced toward the open suitcase at the foot of the bed. Several outfits were already neatly arranged inside."I'm strategizing," she said, stretching beneath the sheets. A genuine smile broke across her face. "Besides, you're the billionaire who owns half the things in this house, yet you somehow still need Kevin to make sure you haven't forgotten something."Edward l