A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 148

For motive.

Meanwhile-

I pulled up the building we had identified.

The so-called ghost property.

I zoomed into the layout.

Floor plans.

Structural modifications.

Entry points.

Emergency exits.

Ventilation shafts.

I overlaid nearby streets.

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Traffic patterns.

Camera placements.

Escape routes.

“This isn’t just a hideout,” I murmured.

Jason glanced at me.

“What do you see?”

I zoomed into a section of the building.

“Reinforced walls here… and here.”

Another layer appeared.

“Limited external access.”

Then-

A pause.

I leaned closer.

“This area…”

Jason stood and moved beside me.

“What?”

I highlighted the section.

“No windows.”

His expression darkened.

“Containment.”

I nodded slowly.

“This place was designed for control.”

Jason’s phone vibrated.

He picked it up immediately.

“Marcus.”

He didn’t put it on speaker this time.

Just listened.

Then-

His expression changed.

Sharp.

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Focused.

Send it,” he said.

A second later, his tablet lit up with a video file.

Jason opened it.

I stepped closer.

A robotics competition.

Younger.

Crowded room.

Students.

Judges.

Energy.

And then-

I saw him.

Emilian.

Younger.

But unmistakable.

Standing beside a partially assembled robot.

His hands moved quickly, adjusting components mid-competition.

Efficient.

Precise.

Controlled.

But that wasn’t what made my breath catch.

It was his eyes.

He wasn’t looking at the robot.

He was looking-

At me.

On the screen, a younger version of me moved between stations, focused on my own project.

Unaware.

But he wasn’t.

He never looked away.

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Jason’s voice was low. “He’s not even watching his own build.”

Nidn’t answer.

Because I was too focused on what came next.

The results were announced.

Second place.

Emilian.

For a moment-

He didn’t react.

Then-

Everything snapped.

He grabbed the robot. 1

And smashed it.

Once.

Twice.

Again-

Metal bending.

Pieces breaking.

The room froze around him.

But he didn’t care.

His breathing was uneven.

His hands shaking-

Not from weakness.

From fury.

Jason paused the video.

Silence filled the room.

“He lost control,” Jason said.

I shook my head slowly.

“No.”

Jason looked at me.

“That wasn’t loss of control,” I said quietly.

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“That was the result of control failing.”

Jason’s expression darkened.

I looked back at the frozen image.

At his face.

At his eyes.

“He needed to win,” I continued. “Not for the competition.”

Jason followed my gaze.

“For you,” he finished.

A chill ran through me.

Because this-

This wasn’t admiration.

This wasn’t interest.

This was fixation tied to performance.

To outcome.

To possession.

Jason closed the video.

“He doesn’t tolerate losing,” he said.

“And he’s been losing against me for years,” I replied.

Silence.

Heavy.

Then Jason stepped closer.

His hand returning to my waist.

Firm.

Grounding.

“This ends tonight.”

I nodded.

Because now-

This wasn’t just a hunt.

It was a confrontation.

Years in the making.

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We were walking into it

Polly aware.

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