All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Bloodlines

POV: ArthurI don’t like repeating myself.It’s a simple rule I’ve had for years because when people make me repeat things, it usually means they’re stalling, lying, or trying to figure out how much I already know. And right now, sitting across from Rebecca with a glass of untouched whiskey in my hand, I can already tell she’s doing at least two out of three.She looks completely at ease.That’s the first problem.Rebecca doesn’t look like someone who just got dragged into a situation that’s starting to fall apart. She’s leaning back in the chair like this is a casual meeting, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest like she’s bored.It’s calculated.It’s always fucking calculated with her.“You called me here just to stare?” she asks, tilting her head slightly, a faint smirk pulling at her mouth. “Or is there an actual point to this meeting of yours?”I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the silence stretch just enough to irritate her before I se

Collision course

POV: EvelynBy the time I get back to my office, everything looks exactly the way it’s supposed to. I step through the glass doors without breaking stride, already scanning the space out of habit. My assistant looks up immediately, straightening in her seat.“You’re back early,” she says.“Something came up,” I reply, already walking past her.“Do you want me to—”“No interruptions unless it’s urgent,” I cut in, not slowing down.She nods quickly. “Understood.”I don’t wait for anything else. I push my office door open and step inside, letting it close behind me with a soft click that shuts out the rest of the world.For a second, I just stand there.Not because I don’t know what to do, but because my mind is already running through everything at once. Rebecca’s words, the confirmation about Samantha, the fact that they thought Toby was leverage like he was just some piece in a game they could move around whenever they felt like it.My fingers curl slightly at my sides.I move to my d

Unfinished Business

POV: ArthurI don’t go far.That’s the first thing I realize after I step out of her office and the door shuts behind me. I make it down the hallway, past her assistant, past the glass walls and the quiet hum of people pretending not to watch me, and then I keep walking like I actually have somewhere to be.I don’t.By the time I reach the elevator, I already know I’m not done here.The doors slide open and I step inside, jaw tight, my mind running through that conversation again whether I want it to or not. The way she looked at me. The way she didn’t hesitate. The way she said no like it was the easiest thing in the world.There wasn't even anger in her response The doors closed and I stared at my reflection in the metal surface for a second longer than I should. I look exactly the same. .But something under it feels… off.The elevator reaches the ground floor and I step out, moving through the lobby without slowing down. People move out of my way automatically, like they always do

Controlled damage

POV: EvelynBy the time evening settles in, I’m already done with the office.Not because there isn’t work to do. There’s too much of it, actually. Too many files and that project sitting right at the center of everything like a loaded gun no one else realizes is about to go off.But I don’t stay because staying there means sitting in the same space Arthur walked into earlier and that fucking creeped the hell out of me.So I leave.I go to the school to pick Toby up myself for the first time in a while. He runs up to me the second he sees me, backpack half falling off his shoulder, talking before he even reaches me.“Mom, we had this thing today and I almost won but then Daniel cheated—”“He didn’t cheat,” I say automatically, crouching slightly to fix his bag properly. “You just didn’t win baby. That's a serious accusation and you should learn to accept loosing baby.”“That’s the same thing,” he insists.“It’s not.”He huffs like I’ve personally offended him, and I almost smile.Almo

Aftershock

POV: MalachiI know something is wrong before they even reach the car. Toby is talking but it’s not the same kind of talking as before. It’s slower, uncertain, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s allowed to ask questions or not. And Evelyn… she’s not saying anything.That’s the problem.She’s too quiet. I open the back door for them and Toby slides in first, still looking over his shoulder like he’s expecting something to follow. Evelyn gets in after him without a word, her movements rigid in that way that tells me she’s holding something down hard.I shut the door and walk around to the driver’s side.By the time I get in, Toby is already looking at her again.“Mom… what was that?” he asks carefully.Evelyn doesn’t answer immediately. She leans back slightly, one arm resting against the door, her gaze fixed ahead like she’s watching something that isn’t there.“Nothing you need to worry about,” she says finally.“That man said—” Toby starts.“I said it’s enough, Toby,” she cuts in

Pressure Points

POV: EvelynI had spent hours at Malachi’s and by the time I get home, I don’t switch on the main lights when I step inside, just the small ones and I drop my bag by the table and stand there for a moment. The project is still open on my laptop from earlier, sitting there like I had instructed some of the staff to keep it before I got home. I sit down and pull it closer, letting the chair take my weight while I go back into the files. It’s easier to think when I’m working. Samantha’s trail is clearer now, but every time I fix one layer, I find another one sitting underneath it. Money moving through accounts that don’t belong to her, names swapped out just enough times to delay attention, and timing that feels too intentional to be random. It isn’t messy work. It’s careful work. Which means she didn’t do it in panic. She did it with time.I lean back slightly, exhaling through my nose as I scroll through another set of transfers. It all connects to the same point, just like I though

Crossing Lines

POV: MalachiI don’t like when things move without warning. Money is moving through accounts that didn’t exist two weeks ago with clean entries and records. That means Samantha didn’t build this network herself. No one builds something this smooth overnight unless they’ve done it before or they had help setting it up.I scroll back, cross-checking timestamps with what I already pulled earlier. It lines up too neatly and that’s the problem. There’s no mistakes and nothing sloppy for me to grab onto or slow her down.Which means someone else is doing part of the work for her.I sit back slightly, exhaling through my nose as I close one file and open another. The names attached to the newer accounts are cleaner than hers were. Less noise. Less history. That doesn’t make them invisible, it just makes them harder to trace fast enough.“She’s not alone,” I mutter under my breath.And that changes everything.Because if Samantha has someone else helping her move this fast, then whatever time

Fractures

POV: NinaI shouldn’t be here.That’s the first thing that sits in my head as I stand outside her door, staring at it like it’s going to give me a different answer if I wait long enough. It won’t. It never does with her. Rebecca doesn’t do hesitation. She doesn’t do second chances handed out easily.And I still came anyway.I let out a slow breath and push the door open before I can change my mind. If I stand here any longer, I’ll walk away and pretend I didn’t almost do this, and I don’t have that option anymore. Not after everything that’s already gone wrong.The door shuts behind me with a soft click.She’s already there.Of course she is. Rebecca is sitting on the couch like she’s been expecting me, one arm stretched along the back, a glass sitting untouched in her hand. She doesn’t look surprised. She doesn’t even look curious.She just looks at me.“You took your time,” she says.Her voice is calm, like this is nothing, like I didn’t just walk into something I’ve been trying to

Surrender

POV: NinaRebecca’s finger slides under my chin, turning my face toward hers. I’ve seen that look before.“I want to help my princess feel better,” she murmurs, her voice low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the words like a promise.Something inside me cracks open at the endearment. “Princess.” It’s been so long since she called me that. My shoulders sag. The fight I carried through the door, the guilt over Evelyn, the failed phone call. I melt. There’s no other word for it. My body leans into her without permission, seeking the warmth I’ve tried so hard to forget.Rebecca smiles in satisfaction, as if she’s been waiting for exactly this moment. She doesn’t ask. She never does when she knows what I need. Her hand slips from my chin to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, and she pulls me in.Our lips meet, soft at first, then deeper. I taste the faint trace of whiskey on her tongue from the untouched glass she’d set aside. My hands come up instinctively, fisting in

Fault lines

POV: ArthurI don’t sleep.By three in the morning, I stop pretending I’m trying to.The city lights cut through the glass walls of the penthouse, stretching across the floor in long pale lines while I sit in the dark with a drink I haven’t touched in over twenty minutes. My phone is still on the table beside me, screen dim, the photo of Toby burned into my head so deeply at this point that I don’t even need to look at it anymore.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.And every time I see him, I see her standing beside him like I was never supposed to exist in that picture.My jaw tightens slightly.No.That’s the part I can’t let go of because Evelyn didn’t just leave me. She rebuilt an entire life without me in it and somehow that irritates me more than the lies.The soft sound of footsteps pulls me out of my thoughts and I glance up just as Rebecca walks into the room wearing one of my old shirts like she owns the place.Maybe she thinks she does.“You’re brooding again,” she says

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