Semua Bab The Billionaire's Damned Secret: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Alexander's POV Nolan's hands were steady on the wheel as we drove toward the safehouse. My mind, surprisingly, was calm.The task ahead was clear: get to the safe house, unravel the tangled mess Brandon and Eugene had created, and put an end to their scheming. That part I could handle. It was business, calculated,methodical. But there was another problem, one that I wasn't sure I could solve. One I couldn't even fully name without a tightening in my chest. It all began years ago, with the Asplundh family. A private plane crash. Everyone assumed the family had been wiped out except for one survivor; Thalia Asplundh, the second daughter. She was young then, just a girl, sent to a rehabilitation center after the crash. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't speak. She was trapped in her grief, shattered and silent.Years later, she came out. Therapy had pulled her back from the brink, though the scars were still visible to anyone paying attention. She returned to claim her place as CEO of her

Thalia's POV The first thing I noticed was the sound of crickets. It felt like they'd been chirping for hours, echoing faintly through the room.Slowly, my senses sharpened, pulling me out of the darkness. My eyes opened, greeted by the dim light of night spilling in through partially open curtains. I didn't recognize the room. My head felt heavy. No, not just my head—my entire body. It was like I'd been weighed down by an invisible force Panic flared in my chest as I tried to move. Nothing. My arms wouldn't respond, my legs stayed still, and even my voice was locked away. I tried again. Harder this time. Still nothing. It was suffocating, a helplessness I hadn't felt in years. My breathing was measured, and steady, like I wasn't even in control of that either. Every ounce of strength I could muster evaporated into futility. The door creaked open, the sound snapping me to attention. Bella peeked in, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face as her eyes locked on mine."Wel

Alexander's POV I had two choices. Option one: head to the manor and see Thalia Option two: go home and confront Mother about the contents of that drive.Russell already told me she wasn't alone at the manor. Of course, I'd known she wouldn't be. Thalia had always avoided that place like the plague, if she's living there now, there's only one explanation—a truth I've been reluctant to face.Her siblings were truly alive. It's absurd, almost impossible, but the signs are there, and now I'm left with nothing to pin Brandon down with.He's still in hiding. Sure, I know where to strike him where it hurts, but without solid evidence, it was just another dead-end. I needed proof—real, undeniable proof—to let the law take him down.I sighed, steering the car toward home. I knew where she was. Thalia was safe. But whether she wanted to see me or not, I wasn't sure. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Zach and Cassandra stepping out of their car. Timing, it seemed, wasn't my enemy t

Alexander's POV The bar downstairs was dimly lit, a low hum of tension hanging in the air. Nolan nursed his third glass of scotch, the amber liquid swirling lazily as he leaned back in his seat.Liam sat across from him, scrolling through his phone, his sharp focus undeterred by Nolan's grumbling. Patrick had left not long ago, and I occupied a chair in the corner, my phone in hand as I texted Grace to confirm what Patrick said about Thalia's sudden appearance at the firm. If Brandon had rented a jet from one of Liam's charter services, there were two possibilities: it was either a trap, a diversion, or he truly didn't know Liam owned the company.Knowing Brandon's usual meticulousness, I leaned toward the latter, but the audacity of it still grated me. Luck might just be on our side for once. Renting from Liam's service? Either he was arrogant, stupid, or both. "How long does figuring out something like this take?" Nolan asked, his voice edged with impatience as he downed the last

Alexander's POV Mother sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly as Father placed a steadying hand on her lap. She shook her head before answering "No, I didn't" I nodded, trying to piece together the puzzle, though her calm admission didn't ease the tension knotting in my chest "Alright” I said, keeping my tone neutral."So, I came across some old photos—ones with you, Dad, Genevieve, Jeremiah, and Justine”. Her eyes widened, and Father shot me a pointed look, clearly displeased that I was bringing this up now. Not that I cared; I wasn't here to play politics and he said I should talk to her about it. "What do you mean you came across them?" Mother asked sharply, her tone defensive "It wasn't intentional” I replied, holding her gaze."They just came up in the middle of something else. But it raised questions, so I'll ask directly—how did you know them?”Mother's lips parted slightly, and though she didn't cry, I heard the faint hitch in her breath.She ran a shaky hand through h