All Chapters of Marrying My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The sound grew louder.Thump.Thump.Thump.The helicopter’s rotors cut through the rain-soaked night, echoing across the grounds of Blackwood Manor.Marcus rushed to the security room.Every monitor flickered as the aircraft appeared on the estate’s thermal cameras.“It’s not one helicopter,” he said, his voice tense.“It’s three.”Ethan joined him.“They’re flying without identification.”Jonathan’s expression darkened.“Private military.”Marcus nodded.“And they’re heading straight for us.”⸻Outside, the first helicopter hovered over the western lawn.Powerful spotlights swept across the manor, turning night into day.The second circled above the gardens.The third remained farther back, as if waiting for a signal.Then the estate’s emergency alarm finally roared to life.A mechanical voice echoed through every hallway.Security breach.Security breach.Harold calmly closed the heavy oak doors leading to the main hall.“They’ve never had to be locked before tonight.”Amelia watch

“Dad!”Ethan caught Richard before he collapsed onto the cold stone floor.Blood seeped steadily through Richard’s fingers as he pressed against the wound in his side.Marcus was beside him in seconds.“Flashlight.”One of the guards handed him a tactical light.Marcus carefully cut open Richard’s coat with a pocketknife.The tunnel fell silent.No one wanted to hear the verdict.Marcus examined the wound for several tense seconds.Finally, he looked up.“The bullet went clean through.”Amelia held her breath.“Is… is that good?”“It missed his heart.”Marcus’s voice remained calm.“But he’s lost a lot of blood.”“If we don’t get him to a hospital soon…”He didn’t finish the sentence.He didn’t have to.⸻Richard managed a weak smile.“I leave for fifteen years…”He winced.“…and this is my welcome home.”Ethan laughed despite the tears in his eyes.“You always did have terrible timing.”Richard reached up and rested a trembling hand on his son’s shoulder.“I’ve missed you.”Ethan’s c

The message remained on Marcus’s tablet.Stop digging. She’s already inside.No one spoke.The silence settled over the old cemetery like a thick fog.Marcus instinctively stepped back from the group.“So…” Arthur said quietly, “which one of us is she talking about?”Samuel took the tablet from Marcus and studied the message.“No signature.”“No trace.”Marcus nodded.“It was routed through multiple encrypted servers.”“So whoever sent it wanted us to read it.”“But not find them.”Elias folded his arms.“Or they wanted us to stop trusting each other.”⸻Amelia looked around the small group.Ethan.Richard.Margaret.Olivia.Jonathan.Samuel.Marcus.Victor.Elias.Harold.Every one of them had hidden something.Every one of them had lied at least once.The message had done exactly what it was meant to do.It had planted doubt.Ethan slipped his hand into hers.“Don’t.”She looked at him.“Don’t let whoever sent that message win.”She nodded, though the unease remained.⸻Richard’s co

“The Tower?”Every eye turned to Samuel.The first light of dawn filtered through the cracked stained-glass windows above the chapel, casting colored streaks across the underground infirmary.Amelia tightened her grip on the brass key.“What tower?”Samuel took a slow breath.“In London, there’s only one place people have described that way for centuries.”He pointed toward a faded map hanging on the wall.“The place where the River Thames meets the Crown.”Elias nodded grimly.“The Tower of London.”A heavy silence settled over the room.Richard closed his eyes.“I prayed that clue would never be needed.”“You knew?” Ethan asked.“I knew your grandfather had a safe location somewhere near the Tower,” Richard admitted. “Daniel refused to tell me exactly where. He said the fewer people who knew, the longer it would remain hidden.”⸻Marcus spread a map of central London across the table.“The Tower is surrounded by tourists, security cameras, and police.”He looked at the brass key.“I

No one breathed.The image on Marcus’s phone trembled as the live video feed struggled through a weak signal.The elderly man lifted his head with visible effort.His silver hair was matted with blood, and deep bruises darkened one side of his face.Yet his eyes…His eyes were unmistakably the same warm hazel Daniel Carter had inherited.Amelia felt her knees weaken.“Grandpa…”Her voice was barely a whisper.The old man looked directly into the camera.For a moment, confusion clouded his face.Then recognition slowly replaced it.“…Little Sparrow?”Amelia covered her mouth.Only Daniel had ever called her that.Tears spilled down her cheeks.“You know me?”Henry Carter smiled despite his injuries.“I’ve known you since the day you were born.”⸻The screen shook violently.Someone behind the camera adjusted its position.A distorted voice filled the room.“You have exactly twenty-four hours.”“If you want Henry Carter alive…”“…bring us the Genesis Ledger.”The screen briefly turned t