보관함
검색
홈 / Romance / The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride / Chapter 6: The Public Performance

공유

Chapter 6: The Public Performance

작가: Josh OA
last update 게시일: 2026-04-09 02:40:23

POV: Lena Moretti

The dress arrived at four in the afternoon. A garment bag hanging on the back of my door with no note attached. I unzipped it and found black silk, floor length, fitted at the waist with a low back that would show my shoulder blades. My exact size. My exact preference for neckline. Either Ezra had incredibly specific taste in women's fashion or someone on his team had done thorough research. Knowing him, it was the research.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after gett
이 작품을 무료로 읽으실 수 있습니다
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요
이전 챕터 다음 챕터
잠긴 챕터

최신 챕터

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 74: Gianna's Return

    POV: Lena Moretti She showed up on a Thursday evening. No call. No warning. Just Gianna standing on the brownstone's front steps looking like she hadn't slept in days, pressing the buzzer with the nervous energy of someone who wasn't sure they'd be let inside and was prepared to stand there until the decision was made for them. Naomi flagged her on the security feed before I saw her. "Your stepsister is at the front door. She's alone. No phone visible. No vehicle parked nearby. She walked here." Naomi paused. "She didn't track you. She tracked me. Followed me from a coffee shop this morning. She's been tailing me for two days." Smart. Gianna couldn't find the brownstone by searching for me because the location was buried under layers of corporate obfuscation. But Naomi moved through the city every day, meeting contacts, coordinating security, running the operational logistics of the takedown. Following Naomi meant finding the hub. Gianna had stopped trying to track the hidden woman

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 73: The Baby Preparations

    POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks. He hadn't mentioned them. Hadn't quoted statistics at me about fetal development or offered unsolicited advice about breathing techniques. Hadn't done any of the things that a man reading pregnancy books might do to demonstrate that he was reading pregnancy books. He was just reading them. Quietly. Privately. The way he did everything that mattered to him, behind closed doors where nobody could see the effort. I didn't mention the books either. I just noted them. Filed them in the growing folder of evidence that Ezra Crane was trying to become a different kind of

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 72: The Grovel Begins

    POV: Lena Moretti He brought me the documents on a Saturday morning. I was at the kitchen table reviewing witness preparation notes for Hana's deposition when he walked in carrying a folder that looked different from the case materials we'd been working with. Thinner. Cleaner. The kind of folder that contains something personal rather than operational. He set it in front of me without speaking. Then he sat in the chair across the table and waited. The same patient waiting he'd been practicing since Cambria. No pressure. No pitch. Just presence and the folder and the understanding that whatever happened next was my decision. I opened it. Inside was a revised marriage contract. Not the original that I'd signed in his study with shaking hands and a bleeding scalp. A new one. Drafted by Dominic, based on the legal formatting and the precise language that only Dominic's particular brand of obsessive lawyering could produce. But the terms were Ezra's. I could tell because they were the o

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 71: Father and Son

    POV: Lena Moretti Naomi's surveillance captured the entire conversation. Not video. Audio only, pulled from a tap on Victor's private phone line that Naomi's team had maintained for months. I listened to it in real time from the brownstone kitchen, Ezra beside me, both of us leaning toward the speaker like witnesses at a trial watching evidence unfold. Julian arrived at Victor's penthouse at eight o'clock that evening. The restructuring documents were in his hand. I knew this because the first sound on the recording was paper hitting a surface. Hard. The slap of documents dropped onto a table by a man who wanted the sound to communicate something before his mouth did. "Explain this." Julian's voice. Controlled. The same tone he'd used when he whispered threats in my ear at social events. Measured. Professional. The voice of a man who had been trained to contain his fury and deploy it strategically rather than wastefully. "Explain what?" Victor. Calm. Unbothered. The tone of a man

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 70: The Twist of the Knife

    POV: Lena MorettiThe idea came to me at three in the morning while the rest of the brownstone slept. I was at the kitchen table reviewing the restructuring documents for the fourth time, tracing the liability transfer timeline, when the strategic opportunity became clear. Victor's exit strategy had a vulnerability. Not in the paperwork. In the people.Julian didn't know he was being set up. The press conference had played as a proud succession. Father handing the reins to son. Julian had stood behind Victor looking satisfied and vindicated, the golden heir finally receiving his due. He had no idea that the company he'd just inherited was a loaded weapon pointed at his own head. The criminal liability embedded in those corporate entities would surface the moment the prosecution went public, and Julian, as the legal owner of record, would be the one standing in the blast radius.If Julian found out what Victor was doing, the carefully orchestrated succession would collapse into chaos.

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 69: Victor Moves

    POV: Lena Moretti Victor held the press conference on a Thursday. Live coverage. Major networks. The full apparatus of a billionaire commanding public attention because he had something to announce and the world was expected to listen. I watched it from the brownstone kitchen on Naomi's tablet, standing at the counter with a cup of tea I kept forgetting to drink. The rest of the team was scattered through the house, each person working their assigned task. But when Victor Crane appeared on screen, everyone stopped. Even Dominic looked up from his legal pad. Even Naomi paused her security review. Some men command attention simply by existing in a room. Victor was one of them. It was his most dangerous quality. He looked composed. Rested. Wearing a dark suit that cost more than most people's cars. Standing behind a podium at Crane Tower with the company logo behind him and the confidence of a man who had been controlling narratives for thirty years and saw no reason to stop now. "Af

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 67: The Federal Prosecutor

    POV: Lena Moretti Catherine Wells's office was on the seventh floor of the federal building downtown. Institutional furniture. Fluorescent lighting. A desk buried under case files that suggested she was already carrying more work than any human should. The walls were bare except for a framed law d

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 3: The Stolen Bride

    POV: Lena MorettiI didn't sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room Ezra had locked from my side and I stared at the wall until the sun came up. My dress for the wedding hung on the back of the door. White silk. Custom fitted. A costume for a performance I was no longer giving.Ezra se

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 2: The Devil's Offer

    POV: Lena MorettiI should have kept running. Every survival instinct I had was screaming at me to get out of the building, find a phone, call someone. But call who? My father was the one who put me here. My stepsister would sell the information to the highest bidder. And the police don't get invol

  • The Billionaire’s Stolen Bride   Chapter 1: The Night Before

    POV: Lena MorettiI smiled fourteen times at dinner. I counted. Fourteen perfect smiles aimed at people who were celebrating the fact that my father sold me to pay a debt he was too weak to fight.The rehearsal dinner was at the Crane estate, a long table set with white flowers and gold flatware an

더보기

다른 추천

좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 작품을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 작품을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status