All Chapters of Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!: Chapter 241
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Chapter 241: Revisiting The Buried Lies!
Margaret's breath hitched, a dry, painful sound in the quiet room. The guilt over Chloe was now joined by a deeper, more rotten shame. Her entire adult life, her career, her distance, her fractured relationship with her daughter had been built, in part, on a foundation of Frank’s lies. She hadn't just abandoned her child; she had done so while carrying the banner of a monster.She curled forward, elbows on her knees, face in her hands. The cool Margaret Robbins was gone. In her place was a woman gutted by the sheer scale of her own misjudgment.She had run from a monster of her own creation, and in doing so, had handed him the perfect weapon: her own absence.A soft knock at the connecting door to the sitting room made her jerk upright, hastily wiping her eyes. “Yes?”The door opened a crack, revealing Leif, looking weary and uncharacteristically uncertain. “Aunt Margaret? I saw your light. I… I heard a noise.”He was lying. He’d probably been listening in the hall, drawn by the tens
Chapter 242: Secret lovers
Leif looked from his aunt’s grim, resolute face to the dark window, where the ghosts of the past seemed to press against the glass. The weight of the gilded chairman’s chair felt like nothing compared to the weight she had just placed on his shoulders. This was no longer about outmaneuvering his cousin or pleasing his mother. This was about survival, and justice.He slowly nodded, the lost boy receding, replaced by something harder, more determined. “What do we do?” Leif asked, his voice steadier now, carrying a resolve Margaret hadn’t heard in him before.“First,” Margaret said, leaning back, “you need to understand the full battlefield. Not the propaganda, not the family myths. The truth. You were a baby when it all fell apart. The stories you heard…”“…Were from Mother,” Leif finished, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “She always said Uncle Frank was a scapegoat. That Grandfather needed someone to blame for Richard’s death, and since Frank had been arguing with him over the comp
Chapter 243: A web of conspiracy
“What is the meaning of what you did earlier?” she hissed, but her hands were already clutching his bare shoulders, her nails digging in. “You called Margaret. You’ve stirred the hornet’s nest.”Frank chuckled, pulling back to look at her. His eyes, the same Robbins blue but infinitely colder, scanned her face. “I am the hornet, darling. And the nest is already full of other stinging things. I hear we have a guest. A very familiar-looking guest.”He released her and walked towards a sideboard where a bottle of expensive bourbon waited. He poured two glasses, the towel riding dangerously low. “Tell me everything. And then,” he said, turning and handing her a glass, his gaze turning flinty, “we’re going to talk about how you and my dear ex-wife are going to help me get the other pieces of the Aetheron treasures. I just found out that the crown is just one piece of the three Aetheron treasures."Rose took the glass, her hand steady despite the chaos inside her. She looked at the man she
Chapter 244: Spotting the difference
Finally, Frank moved his arm. His eyes met hers, and they held a hardness that chilled her, despite the warmth of their bodies. He reached up and brushed a strand of sweaty hair from her forehead, but the gesture felt more like a warning than a caress.“The web we built, Rosie… it wasn’t spun in a day. It was threads of lies over decades. To your father, to Margaret, to the courts. To your son.” He said the last part pointedly. “You think we can just… step out of it? Into the light?”He sat up, the motion fluid, his convict’s body always ready for action. “Leif is chairman. Margaret is back, and she’s not the gullible girl she was.” He looked at her, his gaze steady and uncompromising. “If we move too fast, if we get greedy for a ‘happy ending,’ the whole web collapses on top of us. They’ll bury us both, deeper than Fort Tright.”He took her hand, his grip firm. “We take the treasures. We secure the power. Then we secure our future. Slowly. Carefully. One thread at a time. The secrec
Chapter 245: Cousins reunion
Chloe's feet carried her not to the kitchen, not to her mother's room, but to Emma.It was an unlikely destination but the morning's clarity had stripped away the old patterns. The imposter was in the hallway. The real Ethan was a ghost in the city. And Emma, fragile and deceived, was sleeping in a gilded cage of lies, unaware that the man who played her hero was anything but.This wasn't something she usually did but after everything that happened the previous night, and how Ethan had saved her, she immediately felt obligated towards Emma."Knock. Knock."Chloe knocked softly on Emma's door.A tired, wary voice answered. "Come in."Chloe drew in a deep breath before she opened the door and stepped inside.Emma was propped against her pillows, her laptop open, a cup of tea cooling untouched on the nightstand. She looked pale, shadows bruising the hollows beneath her eyes. But it was the guarded tension in her shoulders that struck Chloe—the posture of a woman who had learned to expe
Chapter 246: The cracked mask
Nathan stood in the doorway, his posture deceptively casual—one hand on the frame, weight shifted to his back foot. But his eyes. His eyes were already scanning, calculating, reading the tear-streaked faces, the clasped hands, the sudden rigidity in both women's shoulders.Chloe felt Emma's fingers tighten around hers. She didn't let go."We're talking," Chloe said, her voice flat. "Private conversation. You can leave."Nathan's smile was a slow, ugly thing. "Private conversation. About what, exactly?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot. "Family matters? Recent events? Perhaps… the events of last night?"Emma's breath caught. Chloe felt her own pulse hammering in her throat, but she didn't look away. She stood slowly, positioning herself between Nathan and the bed."You want to know what we were talking about?" Chloe's voice was steady, cold—the voice of a woman who had spent a lifetime learning to mask fear with aggressi
Chapter 247: The bond of brothers.
Emma couldn't answer. The cramp came again, stronger, and she doubled over, clutching her abdomen. Her face was ashen."Something's wrong," Elizabeth cried out, breaking from the group. "She needs a doctor—"Nathan shoved her back. "No one moves."He hadn't meant to take things this way but because his cover was blown earlier than he had expected, he was left with no choice."You're killing her!" Margaret's composure finally cracked. "She's bleeding—can't you see that?"For a moment, something flickered in Nathan's eyes. Not remorse. Calculation. A dead hostage was worthless. A dead Emma, carrying his brother's child, was… complicated.The standoff stretched, agonizing and absolute. Emma slumped against Chloe, her breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps. A thin trickle of blood stained her white nightgown.Chloe caught Margaret's eye. Margaret gave an almost imperceptible nod. They had few minutes, maybe less.In that moment, Chloe's guilt enveloped her seeing that everything that was c
Chapter 248: Fighting the Aegis system
3 minutes 42 seconds.In Emma's room, the world held its breath.Chloe felt Emma's weight increasing against her, the shallow gasps becoming more labored. The blood on Emma's nightgown had spread, a dark accusation against the silk. Chloe's mind raced through every mistake, every selfish act, every moment she'd pushed her cousin away. This is my fault. If I hadn't been so blind, so wrapped up in my own pain, I would have seen the signs. I would have protected her.The guilt was a physical weight, threatening to buckle her knees.Then she caught Margaret's eye.Her mother's gaze was steady, unblinking—a lifeline in the chaos. Margaret didn't speak, didn't move. But her eyes said everything Chloe needed to hear: Not now. Not yet. Hold on and wait a little longer.Chloe straightened, her grip on Emma tightening not in desperation, but in resolve. She would not fail again.Leif lay pinned beneath Nathan's knee, the cold circle of the gun's muzzle pressed against his temple. He could feel
Chapter 249: Holding back
The Aegis fell silent. It had no protocol for this. No algorithm to counter a man who simply refused to stop.He burst out of the industrial district and onto a main thoroughfare. Cars swerved, horns blared. A delivery truck driver leaned on his horn as Ethan darted across four lanes of traffic, leaping over a sedan's hood, rolling across the asphalt and coming up running without breaking stride.DISTANCE TO TARGET: 4.7 MILES.PROJECTED ARRIVAL AT CURRENT PACE: 8 MINUTES 23 SECONDS."Too slow," he growled.He veered off the road, cutting through an alley, then a park, then another alley. His body moved on instinct, the old training—the A.M.E.N. training—surfacing despite the system's protests. After a while, the Aegis system spoke again.DISTANCE TO TARGET: 3.2 MILES.PROJECTED ARRIVAL: 5 MINUTES 47 SECONDS.She doesn't have five minutes.He pushed harder. His vision blurred at the edges. Ethan's lungs burned. His legs screamed. But he couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. Emma's voice echo
Chapter 250: Ethan's wanted
Ethan moved through the treeline like a ghost, his body operating on autopilot while his mind remained fixed on that ambulance, on Emma, on everything he couldn't reach. The Aegis guided his steps—avoiding patrols, cutting through hidden paths, leading him away from the lights and sirens and toward the darkness.He didn't know how long he walked. Minutes. Hours. Time had become meaningless.Then the ground tilted.He stumbled, caught himself on a tree trunk, blinked hard. The world was swimming, colors bleeding into each other. His legs buckled. He slid down the rough bark, ending in a heap at the base of an ancient oak.SYSTEM STATUS: CRITICAL.MULTIPLE SYSTEMS FAILURE IMMINENT.INITIATING EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN."No," he slurred. "Can't stop. Emma needs—"SHUTDOWN IN 3... 2... 1...The world went black.***Consciousness returned in fragments.First, sound: a steady beeping, soft footsteps, hushed voices.Then, sensation: crisp sheets, a warm blanket, the distant throb of pain that mea