The Billoniare's Fake Husband
"Long enough for the right people to get there. The police are already moving. I also forwarded the footage from the building where Tyler was held. Between that, the device, and the financial trail from Harold, they’ve got more than enough for an arrest that will stick."
I exhaled slowly, the knot in my chest loosening by a fraction.
"Send me the airport footage."
"Already sent."
I opened the file. The private security feed was crisp, time-stamped only minutes earlier. Aiden stood at the boarding gate in a dark coat, carry-on at his feet, phone pressed to his ear. He looked utterly composed—like a man who believed he had slipped the noose of every consequence he’d engineered. For a moment, w
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