Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 The Uncle Spots The Heir

I snatched Elias from the thick wool blanket. I pressed his warm body against my chest. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm

against my ribs.

Lucia dropped her book onto the grass. She saw the terror drain the color from my face. She did not ask questions. She grabbed the

blanket and the diaper bag.

“Pack the car,” I commanded. My voice shook. “We leave right now.”

We sprinted across the park to the secure parking lot. I strapped Elias into his car seat. My hands fumbled with the plastic buckles. I forced my fingers to steady. The black luxury sedan carrying Frederick Langley was gone, but the threat remained.

I carried Elias into the nursery. I locked the door. I sat in the rocking chair and held him for hours.

I needed to know the exact surrounding of the breach. I could not rely on Tristan. Tristan promised protection, but his protection

isolated me. I needed my own network.

I transferred a massive sum of capital from my personal Aegis dividend account. I hired a private intelligence firm based in the capital. I instructed them to track Frederick Langley. I wanted his phone records. I wanted his flight logs. I wanted the names of

every person he contacted in Port Sterling.

Three days passed in silence.

I relocated my base of operations. I moved Elias and Lucia to a luxury penthouse in the center of the capital. It sat two blocks from the Aegis headquarters. The building featured biometric security scanners, private underground parking, and armed guards in the

lobby. The Johnston family knew about Port Sterling. I refused to wait.

I sat in my corner office on a Tuesday morning. The sprawling city skyline offered zero comfort.

Chloe opened the glass door. She carried a thick, sealed dossier.

“The intelligence firm delivered this ten minutes ago, Chloe said. She placed the file on my desk.

I broke the seal. I pulled out the printed reports.

Frederick Langley did not sit idle. The dossier detailed a investigation. He hired fixers to bribe the administrators at the Port

Sterling charity clinic. He failed to secure the physical medical files. Eduardo Valdez buried those records deep.

But Frederick did not need the paper. He possessed the photograph from the park.

I turned the page. A transcript of a intercepted phone call sat in the center of the file. Frederick spoke to another senior board

member of the Johnston Group.

I read the text.

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“The resemblance is undeniable. The boy possesses the gray eyes. The timeline matches her termination date. Tristan hid an heir in the rust belt. If Tristan failed to secure the Whitmore alliance to satisfy the trust, this child changes the entire structure of the controlling

shares. We need confirmation.”

I dropped the paper onto the glass desk.

The Johnston family did not care about Tristan’s heartbreak. They did not care about my ruined marriage. They cared about the

trust. The Johnston Family Charter required Tristan to secure a high-net-worth alliance to maintain his absolute veto power. If the

failed, the board could challenge his leadership.

But an heir altered. A blood-son bypassed the alliance clause.

Frederick intended to drag my son into a corporate warzone.

I stood up. I paced across the carpet.

Hiding offered zero solutions. Tristan’s uncle proved that distance meant nothing to billionaires. If I stayed on the defensive, they

would surround me. They would deploy their endless legal teams to demand paternity tests. They would tie me up in family court

for a decade, draining my resources and suffocating my business.

I needed to strike. I needed to acquire a undeniable piece of leverage. I needed to force the Johnston family to recognize that

attacking me meant destroying their own wealth.

I picked up my desk phone. I dialed the head of my acquisitions department.

“Find me a target,” I instructed. “I want a vulnerable company in the luxury retail sector. I want a brand allied with the Whitmore

family or the Johnston board. I want to buy it, and I want the acquisition completed by next week.”

“That is an aggressive timeline, Miss Hayes, the director noted. “We will need to offer a massive premium above market value to

force a rapid sale.”

I possess the capital,” I said. “Find the target.”

On Thursday afternoon, Marcus stepped into my office.

The security contractor looked tense. He closed the glass door behind him.

“We have a situation in the lobby,” Marcus reported. “A man bypassed the ground floor security desk. He utilized a Johnston Group

platinum credential to override the elevator locks. He is waiting in the executive reception area.”

“Tristan?” I asked. My hands tightened into fists.

“No, Marcus replied. “An older man. Gray suit. He matches the photograph of Frederick Langley.”

The air left my lungs. He came to me.

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“Remove him, I ordered.

“He stated he possesses documents regarding Elias Hayes, Marcus said. The name hung in the air, heavy and lethal, ‘He stated he will leave them with the reception staff if you refuse a meeting.”

I closed my eyes. A fury settled into my bones. He threatened to expose my son to my own employees.

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