A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 145

Fought.

Won.

And someone-

Somewhere-

Thought they could touch her?

A humorless smile tugged at my lips.

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They had no idea.

Because if they thought crossing my face out of a picture-

Would remove me-

They were wrong.

It just made me more visible.

And once I was visible-

It gave me a motive, a way to move.

I was about to move.

About to stand.

To leave.

To start.

Her hand stopped me.

Firm.

Unyielding.

I looked down.

Amber.

She didn’t let go.

Not even a little.

For a moment-

I just stared at her.

Then-

I exhaled.

Slow.

And instead of leaving-

I pulled her closer.

Lifted her effortlessly-

Out of the chair-

And settled her in my lap.

My arms wrapped around her instinctively.

Holding her there.

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Grounding.

‘m not going anywhere.”

I murmured against her hair.

She laughed.

Soft.

But it wasn’t real.

It was strained.

Tight.

And that-

That made something twist in my chest.

Because she wasn’t afraid.

Amber didn’t do fear.

But she knew.

She understood what this was.

Her hand moved slightly-

Still holding mine.

Then she leaned in.

Closer.

Her lips brushing near my ear.

And whispered-

“I know you’re going to hunt.”

I went still.

Completely still.

Of course she did.

Of course she saw it.

She always did.

“And I refuse…”

She continued softly.

“…to be someone’s prey.”

My grip tightened.

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mon Poy thour

Not on her-

But around her.

Because that word-

Prey-

No.

Never.

Not her.

Not ever.

Then-

She said it.

“Take me with you.”

A pause.

Her voice didn’t shake.

Didn’t hesitate.

“Take me hunting.”

Silence.

The room faded.

The officers.

Grandfather.

Everything.

Gone.

Because now-

It was just her.

And me.

I leaned back slightly-

Just enough to look at her.

Really look.

She wasn’t scared.

She was angry.

Focused.

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Alive.

And in that inoment-

I understood something.

If I tried to protect her by leaving her behind-

I would lose her.

Not physically.

But something worse.

Her trust.

Her choice.

Her fire.

And that-

That I would never risk.

My hand came up-

Brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“You’re not prey.”

I said quietly.

A beat.

“You never were.”

My thumb traced lightly along her jaw.

“And if you come with me…”

A pause.

“There’s no turning back.”

Because this-

Wasn’t business.

This wasn’t strategy.

This was war.

And once it started-

It wouldn’t stop.

I held her gaze.

Waiting.

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Because even now-

Even after everything-

The choice-

Was still hers.

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Three

Amber POV

I didn’t hesitate. Not when he warned me, not when he asked, not even when I understood exactly what this meant. There was no turning back-and there hadn’t been for a long time.

We moved naturally, without needing to say much, as if this wasn’t new to us. As if we had done this before. And in a way… we had.

Jason pulled a tablet toward us, his movements precise and controlled, while I was already pulling data before he even finished opening the files.

“Becker estate layout,” I said.

“Already mapped,” he replied without missing a beat.

I glanced at him, a small smile forming on my lips. Of course it was.

He zoomed into the structure, highlighting entry points, exits, and blind spots. At the same time, I overlaid financial logs, movement patterns, and irregular transactions.

“They’ve been funding something off-books,” I murmured.

Jason didn’t even look surprised. “Of course they have.”

Our hands moved almost at the same time, reaching, adjusting, refining. His strategy was clean and silent. Mine was faster, more aggressive. And yet, they fit perfectly.

Then-

Jason’s tablet vibrated.

A message.

He glanced down, his expression sharpening.

“Marcus,” he said quietly.

I shifted closer as he opened it.

Profiles filled the screen.

Names.

Connections.

“According to the family profiles,” Jason read, his voice turning colder, more focused, “the most likely suspects are three.”

He tapped once.

“The head of the Becker family.”

Again.

“His son.”

And then-