All Chapters of From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir: Chapter 771
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She turned back to her son, her expression firm."I would like to go with her, Tedmond. I am tired of being a patient. I want to be a woman having tea with her daughter-in-law and her sister. I want to feel the sun on my face without a medical chart attached to it."Persis looked between the two, her sister’s chaotic energy and Millicent’s fragile, growing strength. She felt an unexpected surge of warmth. "If Millicent is going... then I’m going, too. I’m not letting you two gang up on my reputation without me there to defend it."Perseia clapped her hands, her diamonds flashing. "Perfect! The car is a two-door, but we’ll make it work. It'll be cozy."Tedmond remained unconvinced. He scanned the driveway through the window before looking back at his mother. He saw the light in her eyes, the first spark of independence since the basement, and knew he couldn't take it from her."Fine," Tedmond said, his voice tight. "But we are not doing this unprotected."As the three women headed t
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Persis went still."I know you've been managing the initial portfolio," Perseia continued, her voice measured. "The one transferred to your care after the restructuring. I’ve watched how you’ve handled it.”“You haven't just maintained it; you've rebuilt parts of it from the ground up, quietly. It’s deeply irritating because you deserve credit you never take.""Perseia—""I'm not finished." She held up one finger. "That portfolio was always meant to be the foundation, not the whole. You’ve known for a while; you just weren't ready to stop thinking of yourself as the person who maintains things and start thinking of yourself as the person who owns them."Persis opened her mouth, then closed it."You're not that junior associate anymore," Perseia said, glancing toward the corridor. "Whatever this life is settling into… you need the full picture. Your name needs to be on the right things.""The previous portfolio," Persis said carefully. "You want me to focus on that first. Before anythi
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The doctor nodded, closed the folder, and quietly excused herself.The three of them sat in the silence of the afternoon light until Millicent broke it."Well," she said, her voice dry and faintly amused. "It seems I am going to be a great deal of trouble for some time yet."Perseia made a sound that was half-laugh, wholly genuine. "Mother, I think you've been in trouble your entire life. The legs are irrelevant."‘Mother?’ Persis’s brows arched.Millicent turned to her, and something warm moved across her face. "I think," she said, "that I am going to enjoy having you in the family very much."Persis said nothing. She just looked at her hands and smiled, letting the moment be exactly what it was.*****The restaurant Perseia chose was the kind of place that didn't bother putting its name on the door. It didn't need to; the city knew it by reputation and by the particular quality of silence inside, the kind money buys, not the kind that happens by accident.The tables were set far
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“A previous arrangement,” Perseia said carefully. “Not our favorite chapter. The point is, Tedmond was still in it. And he used to appear at certain functions looking…”She paused, searching for the precise word.“…maligned. That’s the only word. He would stand in a room full of people, dressed impeccably, and somehow manage to look like a man who had been personally wronged by the concept of the evening.”“Like he was being held there against his will by invisible obligations he was too principled to abandon,” Millicent added.Millicent was watching her with quiet attention.“And Persis…” Perseia turned to look at her sister, a grin breaking through properly now… warm, irreverent, and entirely fond. “…Persis, who has never in her life approached anything recklessly, who measures every decision like she’s submitting it to a tribunal.”“Persis looked at this enormous, brooding, thoroughly miserable man across a room and something in her simply…” she made a small, helpless gesture, “…d
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Perseia appeared at the end of the aisle, her eyes widening. "Persis! You look like a Rorschach test.""I know, Sia," Persis sighed, dabbing at her shoulder with a sodden napkin. "I’m going to the restroom to see if I can salvage this before it sets. Stay with Millicent?""Of course," Perseia said, her gaze flicking toward the front window. Marek was visible through the glass, his brow furrowed as he tracked the interaction. "Go. Scrub. I’ll make sure Mother doesn't buy the entire candy aisle."Persis offered a quick, strained smile to the pregnant woman one last time before slipping toward the back of the store.Outside, Marek’s grip tightened on his phone. He didn't like the separation. "Hino, Persis, is heading to the back alone. Minor accident with a civilian. I don't like the look of it. Move to the rear exit. Now."**The restroom was as clinical and silent as the rest of the boutique. Persis stood before the wide, backlit mirror, the cold sting of the latte seeping through
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"Young master," Marek said, his voice a jagged edge of grief and raw, unfiltered panic. "They have her. They took Persis. A gray van, armored, probably Crossroad Men. I’m… I’m losing sight of them."Marek stood in the center of the asphalt, his gun still leveled at the empty space where the van had been. He expected a roar of fury. He expected the sound of glass shattering or a scream of agony to rip through the speaker. Instead, there was a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight."Tedmond?" Marek pressed, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Did you hear me? They have Persis."On the other end of the line, Tedmond exhaled. It was a slow, terrifyingly steady sound. When he spoke, his voice wasn't filled with the rage Marek anticipated. It was relaxed, chillingly so. It was the tone of a man who had already moved past emotion and into the cold, surgical realm of total war."I heard you, Marek," Tedmond said quietly. "Relax. Stop chasing the van. If it’s armored and
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Marek met her gaze, his expression unreadable."She’s a Washington now, Perseia. She has resources you haven't even seen yet. But right now, everyone… yours, hers, and Tedmond's… is moving toward the same coordinate. We have to wait for Albert to give the word."Perseia didn't look entirely satisfied, but she nodded curtly. She reached Millicent’s side and knelt before the older woman, taking her hands."We’re staying put, Millicent," Perseia said, her voice forced into a soothing melody. "The boys are handling the hunt. We’re going to stay right here and wait for the call."Millicent looked at her, her pale eyes surprisingly clear. "He won't just find her, Perseia. He’ll destroy the world that took her. I just hope Persis is ready for the man he becomes when he’s protecting his own."*****The air in the subterranean command center was frigid, smelling of ozone and high-end cooling fans. Tedmond stood in the center of the dark room, his silhouette cast in the flickering blue glow
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Her wrists were cinched tight with heavy-duty zip ties to the arms of a cold, iron chair."Welcome back, Counselor," a voice purred. "I was beginning to think I’d overshot the dosage. It would have been a shame to photograph you while you were drooping. The lighting in here is far too expensive for a slouch."Persis blinked rapidly, her teeth chattering as the cold air hit her soaked skin. As her vision cleared, the first thing she saw was the pregnant woman from the store.Except that the maternity coat was gone. She was now dressed in a sleek tactical turtleneck, her frame lean and muscular. She wasn't holding a gun anymore; she was holding a professional-grade Leica camera, the lens pointed directly at Persis’s face."You," Persis managed to wheeze.She looked around the room, her heart sinking into a cold, hollow pit. It wasn’t a dungeon or a basement; it was a meticulously curated studio. The walls were a stark, gallery white, and dozens of high-intensity softbox lights surro
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The humid, ozone-scented air of the studio thickened as the woman’s finger danced over the red button. Persis felt the blood returning to her right hand in a painful, prickling rush, but she remained perfectly still, her spine pressed against the iron rungs of the chair."Blind?" Persis repeated. Her voice dropped into the low, dangerous register she usually reserved for closing a case. "Tedmond isn't blind. He just sees things you haven't accounted for, like the fact that I’m more than just a ‘subject’ in your gallery."The woman laughed, a short, sharp sound that died before it reached her eyes. She finally turned away from the monitors, stepping toward Persis with her camera raised."You’re not a lawyer here, Persis. You don't fight with words and paper. In this room, physics is the only law that matters. And the physics say you’re tied to a chair while your husband drives into a furnace.""Physics," Persis whispered, her eyes tracking the woman’s every shift in weight. "I've
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Back in the studio, Persis lunged. Her fingers scraped the polished floor as the glass mezzanine vibrated under her weight. The remote was a small, black plastic rectangle, but in this moment, it was the detonator for Millicent’s life.The red LED blinked faster. A heartbeat. A countdown."Don't!" Persis screamed, her hand finally closing over the device.But the woman wasn't finished. Despite her shattered ribs and the blood soaking her turtleneck, she was a professional. She didn't reach for the remote; she reached for the heavy iron chair Persis had just vacated. With a primal roar, she kicked the base, sending the metal skittering across the glass toward Persis’s head.Persis rolled. The iron leg whistled past her ear and smashed into a stack of softbox lights. An explosion of glass and electricity showered her in sparks, the smell of ozone filling her lungs.She scrambled to her feet, the remote clutched to her chest. She looked at the screen:SIGNAL STRENGTH: 98%... 99%