All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Break

POV: EvelynI should not have come here.That was the first thought I had the moment I stepped out of the car and saw the school gates already filled with people who looked like they belonged in a completely different world from the one I had been surviving for the past twenty-four hours, because everything in my head was still stuck between Arthur, the board, the slap, and Rebecca’s face when she realized it wasn’t just a moment anymore, and now I was standing here pretending I could do something normal like attend a school event when nothing in my life had been normal for a very long time.Toby was already ahead of me, practically running toward the entrance like nothing in the world had weight to it, like he hadn’t noticed I was still half trapped in whatever spiral the morning had left me in, and he turned back once to call for me, telling me to hurry as if I was the one slowing things down instead of everything around us quietly collapsing in ways he didn’t fully understand yet.

Blood match

POV: ArthurI only stayed at the hospital because leaving immediately would have looked worse than staying, and that alone told me everything I needed to know about how little control I actually had over the situation. It wasn’t a choice that felt like mine. It was damage control by default, the kind you do when every option already carries consequences.The ambulance doors had closed behind Toby without ceremony, and Evelyn had followed without hesitation, like there was never even a question she wouldn’t. I remember standing there for a moment longer than necessary, not because I was confused about what was happening, but because I was trying to place myself inside it in a way that made sense.That’s what I usually do when things stop following structure. I don’t react first. I look for hierarchy. I look for roles. I wait for someone or something to define what I am supposed to do, because most systems I deal with always have an answer for that.Hospitals usually give you that illus

Narrative war

POV: SamanthaI notice the change before anyone comments on it. Arthur is pulling away from me.Not openly. Not in a way I can point at and accuse but in the small decisions. The kind that don’t need permission anymore.It starts with files.Old ones.The five-year archive request goes out through internal systems without my approval loop. I only see it after it’s already been accessed.Then internal reports that were closed are suddenly marked for review again. Not because someone escalated them, but because he reopened them personally.That is the first real warning sign.Arthur doesn’t reopen things unless he’s stopped trusting the version he was given.I sit with the legal team while they argue over wording for a revised statement, but I’m not listening properly anymore. I’m tracking patterns.Timelines are being questioned now.Security archives from five years ago are being pulled without explanation.And Evelyn.That one is the problem I don’t say out loud.Because Arthur is lo

The second Version

POV: ArthurI don’t go back to the office after the hospital.There’s no point pretending there is anything left there that still operates in a useful way. The company is still moving, still reacting, still producing updates and recommendations and damage reports, but none of it feels like it belongs to me anymore. It feels like something I used to control.Now it just feels like something happening around me.I stay in the car for a while outside the hospital entrance without telling the driver to move. Toby is stable for now, which is the only reason Evelyn didn’t physically throw herself into a wall of exhaustion yet. She is still inside with him. Still sitting in that chair like leaving it would mean accepting something she is not ready to accept.I understand that part more than I want to.What I don’t understand is the gap forming under everything else.It started earlier, before the blood match, before the file, before Evelyn said anything that actually shifted the ground under

Control Slip

SamanthaI realized something simple in the middle of reading the latest board update.Arthur wasn’t reacting to me anymore.Not the way he used to.He wasn’t asking for input, he wasn’t looping me into decisions early, and worst of all, he had stopped waiting for consensus before acting. That last part mattered more than anything else because Arthur only ever moved like that when he had decided the system itself could not be trusted.I sat in my office with three screens open and none of them felt stable.One was market tracking.One was internal security movement.One was the latest board exchange thread that had turned into quiet arguments people were trying to disguise as professional concern.“Arthur is not responding to alignment requests.”That line kept repeating in my head from the last message I had seen.Alignment requests.As if he was supposed to be something that could still be adjusted.I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment longer than I shou

Blood confirmation

POV: ArthurHospitals fucking gave me anxiety. That was what I kept thinking while I stood outside Toby’s ward again, watching the movement through glass doors, people walking in and out with charts, scans, updates, none of it stopping long enough to feel stable.They told me his condition wasn’t worsening, but it also wasn’t settling the way they expected after initial treatment.That was the part that made everything more structured inside my head.A doctor approached me after a while, holding a file that already had my name flagged on the top corner.“Mr Hayes,” he said, like he was testing how much authority I still had in a place that wasn’t mine, “we need full genetic compatibility profiling to stabilize treatment options.”I understood what that meant before he finished speaking.It wasn’t just about emergency blood anymore.It was about narrowing variables.I looked at him once.“Do it.”That seemed to surprise him slightly, but he didn’t question it further, just nodded and

Leak Pressure

POV: Evelyn I saw the headline before anyone even spoke to me. Not because I was looking for it, but the phone in the nurse’s hand outside Toby’s ward was already lit up, and the way her face changed told me everything I needed to know before she even turned it away. Then it started spreading inside the hospital like it had been waiting for permission. Screens. Phones. Whispered conversations that stopped mid-sentence when I walked past. I didn’t even need to ask and I already knew Samantha had done it again. The second article was worse than the first in a different way. The first had been noise. This one had been planned and it was clean enough to look believable. Dirty enough to stick. “Strategic long-term mistress.” That was the phrase I saw first when I finally opened it myself. Like I was something planned. Placed. Used. My name wasn’t even the main focus in the way it should have been. It was tied to Arthur, to the company, to inheritance structures I

Control shift

CONTROL SHIFT POV: Arthur Evelyn is inside the room with him and she hasn’t left since they brought him in. I can see her through the glass when I stop in the corridor for too long, sitting in the same chair like she has decided that if she moves even slightly, something worse might happen, her hand still close to his arm in a way that is not medical, not procedural, just instinctive. A nurse passes me and slows down like she is deciding whether I need to be updated or just avoided. “Doctor wants you for confirmation,” she says. I follow without answering because I already know what confirmation means in a place like this, it means more data is coming, more structure is being added to something that already stopped behaving like coincidence earlier. The consultation room is smaller than it should be for the amount of pressure inside it, two doctors already waiting with a file open between them like they’ve been holding it there just long enough for it to feel heavier. One of th

Temporary Protection order

POV: Arthur I didn’t file for emergency custody because I was trying to win anything from Evelyn, I filed because the moment Toby ended up in that hospital bed, everything around him stopped being normal in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. Toby’s medical file was the cleanest justification I had, blood instability, risk factors, exposure to external pressure through media, all of it written in a language courts actually respect, but underneath all of that was something I didn’t say out loud even once during the filing. The blood type match was not something you just brush off as coincidence once you’ve seen enough medical probability reports in your life. So I framed everything in a way that would survive scrutiny, not emotion, just structure, temporary stabilization, medical oversight, controlled environment during recovery, nothing that could be interpreted as personal retaliation because courts don’t respond well to anything that feels like personal history leaking into procedu

Public hearing request

POV: Evelyn I found out about the custody request the same way I find out most things these days, not through a conversation, not through a warning, but through a fucking piece of paper. It came folded inside a hospital envelope, handed over by someone who couldn’t even hold eye contact long enough to pretend it was normal. My name was printed on it in that cold legal format that makes you feel like a problem instead of a person. Arthur’s name sat above it like it had always belonged there. Temporary custody stabilization request. Emergency hearing. Medical necessity cited. Environmental risk flagged. I read it once and then again because the first time didn’t feel real, like my brain was refusing to connect the words to Toby. And then I just went quiet. Not the kind of quiet people think is calm. More like everything inside me stopped reacting at the same time. I sat in the chair beside Toby’s hospital bed, watching him sleep while machines kept doing their steady work around h

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