All Chapters of Reborn To Seduce My Bully's Alpha Father : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141The submission went through Caine's committee on Thursday.Dante had spent the week compiling it into a single coherent document, Selene's debrief, Priya's testimony, the financial chain from Marsh's contact, Rowe's contract architecture, the historical documentation Marcus had given me, and Victoria's voluntary contribution layered into the section on Council complicity. Forty-three pages. Every claim cross-referenced. Every name attached to dated evidence.I read the final version before it was submitted.It was the most complete picture anyone had assembled of what had happened to my parents, what had happened to Kane's territory twelve years ago, what had happened to Aldric's and Fenn's territories, and how all of it connected back to the same small group of people who had spent two decades protecting their own authority by erasing anyone who threatened it.It was, Matthias said, the kind of document that didn't ask permission. It simply existed, and once it existed, c

Chapter 143The meeting happened in Matthias's office on a Wednesday morning.Not the meeting room downstairs. Not anywhere formal. Selene had asked, through Dante, if she could speak with Matthias directly one final time, and Matthias had agreed without much discussion.I wasn't in the room for this one. Some endings belonged to the two people who needed to have them, and I understood, by now, the difference between curiosity and necessity.Matthias told me about it afterward.She arrived composed.That hadn't changed, even now, even at the end of everything. Two years of building something for herself inside his organisation, gone. A cooperation agreement that had bought her nothing but the absence of further charges. A future that, as far as Matthias understood it, looked considerably smaller than the one she'd been promised by a man she'd never actually met.She sat across from him."I assume this is final," she said."Yes," Matthias said. "Effective today. Your access is already

Chapter 145I took the folder to the sitting room that evening.Marcus had left it with me weeks ago, the soft-cornered folder with the photograph inside, the one I'd looked at once in his office and not been able to look at properly since. There had been too much else happening. Too much that needed my attention more urgently than a photograph that had waited twenty years and could wait a little longer.It couldn't wait any longer.I sat on the sofa with the folder closed on my lap for a long moment before I opened it.My mother first.The library photograph wasn't here, Marcus had a different one, smaller, the edges worn soft from handling. She was younger in this one. Not laughing at something off-camera. Just looking directly into the lens, serious, focused, the particular stillness of someone who hadn't expected the photograph to be taken and had composed herself for it at the last second.Her eyes were mine.I had known that already, intellectually. Victoria had told me. Marcus

Chapter 147My father stood at the stove without permission.That was the first thing my mother said when I walked into the secondary property's small kitchen on Sunday afternoon, her voice carrying that particular exasperated affection that meant she'd already lost the argument twice."He's not supposed to be standing for long periods," she said. "The doctor said...""The doctor said no heavy lifting," my father said, stirring a pot that smelled like garlic and tomato and weeks of recovery finally turning a corner. "I'm stirring pasta sauce, Susan. It's not exactly heavy machinery.""It's the principle of it.""The principle of pasta sauce."I stood in the doorway and watched them, and something in my chest went warm and aching at the same time.He looked like himself again.That was the thing I kept noticing, sitting at their small kitchen table while my mother set out plates and my father insisted on doing the stirring himself despite weeks of injury behind him. Colour back in his

Chapter 149The dining room was decorated simply.No grand display. Matthias had asked me what I wanted and I'd told him honestly, nothing elaborate, just the people who mattered and a table they could all sit around together. He'd taken that instruction seriously, in the particular way he took everything I said seriously.I stood in the doorway for a moment before going in, looking at the small gathering already settling into chairs.My parents, side by side. Elena, already deep in conversation with Dante, who was standing slightly apart from the table with his hands in his pockets and the specific discomfort of a man who understood social gatherings about as well as he understood emotional small talk, which was to say, not very well, but who had come anyway because I'd asked him to.Kane, by contrast, looked completely at home. He'd arrived an hour early, inspected the kitchen with open curiosity, and was now sitting with a glass of wine, entirely unbothered by being the largest and