All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Evelyn~I realized I was in love with Leone because of a grocery list. Not a dramatic confession. Not some life-changing moment where music played in the background and everything suddenly became obvious. A grocery list. Which honestly felt unfair. People should get better stories than that. At the very least there should have been fireworks. Instead, I was standing in the kitchen staring at a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator. That was it. That was the moment.The list was not even interesting. Milk. Eggs. Bread. Coffee. Orange juice. The normal boring things people bought every week. The thing that caught my attention was not what was on it. It was the handwriting. Half of it belonged to me. The other half belonged to Leone. And somehow that simple fact hit me harder than it should have. Because when had that started? When had we become people who shared grocery lists?I stood there staring long enough that Toby eventually wandered into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator

Arthur~The call came at 4:17 in the morning. I had been awake for almost an hour already. Sleep and I had not exactly been on speaking terms lately. I reached for the phone before the second ring.“Arthur.”“Do not hang up.”Detective Collins. His voice was clipped. Professional. The kind of voice people used when they already knew your day was about to get significantly worse. I sat up. “What happened?”“We found her.”For a second my brain refused to process the sentence. Then it did. My feet were already on the floor before I realized I had moved. “You found Samantha?”“We believe so.”Believe. Not confirmed. Close enough to matter. “Where?”“I will explain when you get here.”The line went dead. No details. No reassurance. Nothing. I looked at the clock again. 4:18. Something about the time made everything feel unreal. Like the world was not supposed to change before sunrise. Apparently nobody had told Samantha that.By six o’clock the task force headquarters looked more like a m

Samantha~The interrogation room was disappointingly ordinary. Gray walls. Metal table. Two chairs bolted to the floor. A security camera tucked into the corner. Cheap fluorescent lights buzzed just enough to become irritating after a few minutes. I had expected something more dramatic. Then again, dramatic was for television. Real life had always been painfully boring.I folded my hands on the table and waited. Patience had built my empire. It could survive one interview.The door opened. Two investigators stepped inside. Neither smiled. Neither looked intimidated. Interesting. Most people eventually did.One introduced himself. “Detective Collins.”“I know.”He did not react. The woman beside him placed a recorder on the table.“This interview is being recorded.”“Naturally.”Click. The red light came on. Collins opened a file.“You have been arrested on multiple charges.”“I heard.”“Fraud.” “Money laundering.” “Witness intimidation.”I smiled faintly. “Allegedly.”He ignored

POV: EvelynThe news reached us while I was folding laundry.Not exactly the dramatic setting I'd imagined for the end of Samantha Hayes.One minute I was standing in the living room trying to match Toby's socks—which somehow never seemed to have actual partners—and the next my phone buzzed across the coffee table.Rebecca.I answered without thinking."Please tell me you have good news for once."There was a pause.Then she laughed.Not the bitter laugh I'd gotten used to over the past year.A real one."They got her."My hands stopped moving."What?""They arrested Samantha."The words settled quietly between us.No explosions.No grand speeches.Just one simple sentence.They arrested Samantha.I sat down slowly on the couch because my knees suddenly didn't seem interested in supporting the rest of me anymore."It's over?""I think it finally is."Think.Not know.I understood why she chose that word.After everything Samantha had done, certainty felt dangerous."I've seen the foot

POV: ArthurThe first person to call me after Samantha's evidence became public wasn't a friend.It wasn't family.It wasn't even someone checking whether I was alright.It was Richard Collins.Board member.Twenty-three years.The same man who had voted to remove me from my own company.I stared at his name lighting up my phone before answering."What?"No greeting.He didn't deserve one."Arthur."His voice sounded different.Smaller."I think we should talk."I leaned back in the chair on my porch and looked out toward the lake behind the house I'd rented after losing everything. The fishing rod Toby had insisted I buy leaned against the railing beside me.Three months ago Richard wouldn't have called.Three months ago he would've asked an assistant.Funny how quickly power changed people."I don't.""Arthur, listen—""No.""You don't even know why I'm calling.""I know exactly why."Silence.Then a sigh."The board is falling apart."I almost laughed."That sounds familiar.""Peop