Semua Bab Married to My Enemy's Son: Bab 91 - Bab 95

Nadia woke before her alarm, before Harlowe, before the house had started its morning sounds.She lay still in the grey light, looking up at the ceiling.Yesterday’s call with Roland still echoed in the back of her mind, but downstairs, the quiet hum of the estate’s early routine was already taking over.She got up, showered, and chose her clothes carefully.Today deserved care.Caiden was already at the kitchen island when she came down, black coffee in hand.Cullen sat across from him, leaning over a piece of toast."She said ten," Nadia said, checking her phone screen."It's eight-fifteen," Caiden replied."I know what time it is."Caiden set a fresh cup of tea in front of her.Cullen looked up."I've prepared an agenda.""No, you haven't," Nadia said."I haven't," he admitted. "But I have opinions about how the morning should go.""No one asked," Caiden said without looking up from his tablet."I'm offering them anyway," Cullen said, leaning back. "This is a moment. Harlowe's gran

"Tell me," Caiden said. They were in the study, Harlowe asleep upstairs, the October evening settling into full dark outside the windows. Nadia sat across from him with the message still open on her phone. "I want to submit a victim impact statement," she said. "Not attend in person. I have no interest in sitting in the same room as him again. But I want the court to have something on record from me." Caiden set his glass down, watching her with that focused, deliberate attention that meant he was processing every word. "What do you want to tell them?" "That he spent thirty years treating people like chess pieces," Nadia said, the words coming clearly now, shaped by days of quiet thought. "My mother. David Carver. Me. Even you—he saw an opportunity in a marriage he didn't build and tried to use it as a weapon. He never once calculated the human cost. I want the judge to see that the financial fraud isn't the whole story. The real story is a lifetime of using people until they br

Caiden was standing by the desk when she walked in, an untouched glass of wine resting near his hand, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen with a intense, motionless focus."You read Leo's message," she said, stopping at the threshold."Two minutes ago," he said, turning the laptop toward her. "He sent the document scan along with it."Nadia crossed the room and leaned over his shoulder.The screen showed an old, faded application, the paper discolored in a way that meant it had spent decades buried in a filing box somewhere long before digital archives existed.The heading read:Wolfe Meridian Corp — Preliminary Application — Renewable Infrastructure Systems.Inventor: Harlan J. Wolfe.Date: August 1994."This doesn't match the other patents," Nadia said, skimming the technical summary. "The first three were communications and core tech. This is—""Clean energy systems," Caiden said. "Grid-level renewable infrastructure. He filed this in 1994, before the industry even had a framework