Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride : Bab 271 - Bab 279

Bella pov The courtroom was dead silent after the judge’s gavel banged down for the final time.It took exactly three weeks of merciless legal warfare, but the truth did not just surface—it crushed her. Our legal team had dismantled Nadina Volkova's lies piece by piece. The massive breakthrough came when our investigators uncovered the encrypted text logs and bank transfers proving Nadina wasn't working alone. She was working hand in hand with Rafe DuBois—one of Caleb’s inner circle executives at Black Enterprises.Rafe had fed her the internal logistics, the guest lists, and the private schedules, and she had used them to spin her web. Today, both of them were completely exposed.The simultaneous click of two pairs of steel handcuffs was the most satisfying sound I had heard in years.Two bailiffs grabbed Nadina by her arms, while two more secured Rafe DuBois right beside her at the defense table. Her expensive silk blouse was wrinkled, her ice-blonde hair messy, and the smug, polis

Bella POVA week later.Lyon in October is the color of something ending gracefully.I looked out the window of Sebastien's car as we drove from the airport. The trees along the wide boulevard were turning shades of deep amber and rust. The afternoon light was flatter and warmer than Silverton's, and the city moved at a quiet, unhurried pace. Sebastien had spent decades building his life here. I could see it in the way pedestrians smiled and nodded as his car passed by—not with fear, but with genuine respect.The car pulled up the winding driveway and stopped in front of the grand estate.Sebastien was already standing at the front door. There was no assistant beside him, no formal staff waiting. He wore a soft, pale grey sweater, and his posture was slightly less rigid than usual.He opened the car door for me himself. "You look tired, Bella," he said, offering his hand."I had a baby a few months ago and ran a record-breaking IPO last week," I said, stepping out onto the stone path

Bella POVI was sitting at my desk with a hot cup of coffee resting beside my laptop. The screen was bright, displaying my calendar for the day, with my nine o'clock call still forty minutes away.A sharp chime sounded from my phone. The screen lit up with an incoming email notification from my solicitor. I reached over and tapped the screen to open it.Ms. Black,We received an urgent notification from Silverton Memorial Hospital regarding Richard Hart. You remain listed as his official primary contact and next of kin on his legacy file.Mr. Hart suffered a severe stroke on Wednesday evening and was admitted to the intensive care unit. His condition is currently stable, but he has experienced significant physical and speech impairment.Please advise if you wish to update your contact preferences or require further action.Regards,Legal TeamI stared at the screen while my coffee grew cold. I picked up my phone and dialed Caleb's number. He answered on the second ring."Bella? Is eve

Bella pov When we finally pulled apart, the garden burst into lively movement. Maya was the first to rush over, threw her arms around my neck, and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe. Enzo followed right behind her, laughing as he pulled Caleb into a brief, awkward hug before turning to hand Grace a small glass of fresh apple juice.We moved to the lawn tables where trays of food and tea were set out. Sebastien stood near the fence, talking quietly with Olivier, though his eyes kept drifting back to me with a look of peaceful warmth. Across the grass, Nadia sat on a blanket, helping Tom build a small tower out of leftover wooden chair blocks while Grace happily toddled in circles around them, her hands sticky with fruit.Hours passed in a gentle blur. The afternoon sun moved slowly across the yard, casting long, golden shadows against the fence. People ate, laughed, and moved between small clusters of conversation. There were no speech schedules, no photographers, and no corpo