Chapter 298 “Acceptable?” she said. “It’s illuminating. It tells me exactly who he is.” She walked to the desk and grabbed a pen. She didn’t hesitate. She signed her name at the bottom of the page — Cailin Morton — pressing so hard the pen tore through the paper on

Chapter 297 Whirrrrrr. The evidence turned to confetti. Footsteps echoed in the hall. Panic seized her. Gavin was coming back too soon. Thinking fast, she pulled out a burner phone, typed a pre-written text, and hit send. A second later, Gavin’s personal phone buzzed with an urgent alert from the

Chapter 296 “She stays in the country until her treatment is done,” Hilliard said. “But you — you can have whatever you want. The house. The money. Half the company. Just take it.” “I don’t want your money,” Cailin said. “Take it!” Hilliard shouted, losing his composure for just a

Chapter 295 “You say you love him?” He threw his shirt to the floor. “You say he knows you? Let’s see if he can erase me.” He advanced on her. “Hilliard, stop!” Cailin backed into the wall. “Don’t do this!” He trapped her. His hands slammed against the wall on

Chapter 294 Hilliard gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. He needed to be in control, needing the physical act of driving to burn off the viper’s nest of rage and jealousy coiling in his gut. “He touched you,” Hilliard said. His voice was terrifyingly calm. “He walked

Chapter 293 “You first,” Kegan countered. “Stop it!” Cailin cried out. “Both of you!” Suddenly, a high-pitched wail pierced the tension. “Hilliard… my heart…” Charla, who had been standing frozen on the stage in her ridiculous white dress, crumpled to the floor. She clutched her chest, her breathing coming in

Chapter 292 The scent of clove cigarettes was a ghost from a past life, but the man walking through the parted crowd was terrifyingly real. Kegan Aguirre moved like smoke. He wore a tuxedo that cost more than most people’s houses, the black velvet absorbing the ballroom’s light. He didn’t

Chapter 291 Charla emerged in a white gown that looked conspicuously like a wedding dress. She waved, expression arranged into something between demure and triumphant. Preston had moved the pieces. He was forcing the narrative. “This is an ambush,” Hilliard snarled under his breath. “Let go of me,” Cailin tried

Chapter 290 “She can. She’s claiming you’re unstable — a danger to yourself. It’s dirty and underhanded, but a family court judge might grant it simply to be cautious.” Hilliard walked over and set a box on the bed. “We need to show up. Smile. Prove we are a stable,

Chapter 289 “I have to go back to the boys, Cali,” she said, her voice tight. “They’re going crazy cooped up in the downtown safe house. I need to move them somewhere more secure outside the city before Hilliard’s men expand their search grid.” Cailin felt the walls pressing closer.

Chapter 288 The guards from the Shadows detail moved immediately to block the car’s path, hands resting on their sidearms. “This is a restricted area, ma’am.” Charla stepped out, unhurried, in a white Chanel suit and oversized sunglasses. She produced a document and held it out with two fingers. “A

Chapter 287 “That check, by the way, is worthless until her flight confirmation is in my hand. It’s frozen. Don’t think she can outsmart me, boy.” The moment Preston’s car disappeared through the gates, Hilliard exploded. He swept his arm across the side table, sending a Ming vase crashing to

Chapter 286 Chapter 286: Hilliard came down the stairs and stopped halfway. “Why are you here?” Hilliard asked. Preston had settled into the high-backed armchair at the center of the room as though it were a throne built for him. “I came to see the woman who has turned my

Chapter 285 “Shut up, Gregg,” Preston said, his voice pure gravel. “You botched everything.” A lawyer in a sharp suit stepped out of the facility. “Bail is posted. Ms. English is released pending trial. Her passport is surrendered.” The heavy metal doors buzzed. Charla walked out. She looked diminished —

Chapter 284 Hilliard’s eyes dropped to her lips. “Yes,” he muttered. He crashed his mouth onto hers. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a possession — five years of starvation and rage and terrified relief compressed into a single act. He kissed her like he intended to devour her, his

Chapter 283 “Mr. Holloway has authorized a visitation. Thirty minutes.” Cailin didn’t wait. She pushed past him, her hand going instinctively to her abdomen as a sharp pain lanced through her. She ignored it and moved quickly down the hall toward the East Wing — a determined, deliberate limp. The

Chapter 282 Hilliard ignored him. He walked to his desk, pulled a fresh dress shirt from a drawer, and buttoned it up. His fingers were steady. “How is the English family?” Hilliard asked, sitting and picking up a fountain pen. “Bleeding out,” Gavin said from the corner, tapping at his

Chapter 281 Hilliard didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even drop the spoon still held loosely in his hand. He simply looked down at the mess on his shirt, then at the shards of porcelain embedded in the Persian rug. Liquid heat dripped from his chest, soaking into the

Chapter 280 Sunlight sliced through the gap in the heavy velvet curtains, striking Cailin’s eyelids like a physical blow. She woke with a gasp, her hand flying to her abdomen. The stitches pulled tight — a sharp, searing reminder of the surgery — and the space beside her was empty.

Chapter 279 The convoy of black SUVs swept into the underground garage like a storm. Hilliard jumped out of the lead vehicle before it had fully stopped. He saw Cailin standing by the ambulance, defeated. She looked small in the oversized scrubs, his jacket still hanging from her shoulders where