My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 140

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Delia Knows Shit!

~Julian~

I did not sleep.

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I lay in the dark and thought about the terrace and what Delia had said and what she had not said and the difference between the two. She had said Las Vegas. She had seen the certificate. She had said Jules and Kat.

What she had not said was anything that connected either name to a real person.

She had said Jules. She did not know Julian raced. She had no way of knowing that Jules was Julian, that Jules was the name he had used on underground circuits for fifteen years, the name that had ended up on a Las Vegas marriage certificate because a drunk twenty–eight–year–old had written the only name he answered to on a circuit. To Delia, Jules was a stranger’s name.

She had said Kat. She did not know who Kat was. She had an investigator, photographs, and a timeline of I******* but nothing that put a surname to a one–syllable alias on a six–year–old document. To Delia, Kat was a ghost.

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I was not much further ahead than Delia on that front. I suspected. I had been suspecting for months the timeline, the Monaco keycard, the tyre mark in a Dubai port road, and the way she talked about racing with the fluency of someone who had lived inside it. I had said Kat Kensington out loud to an empty office and felt it land like a fact.

But I did not have proof.

Suspicion was not confirmation. And the conversation I needed to have with Katia was not one I could walk into with suspicion. I needed to say it to her face and watch what happened next.

She had placed the names on the table and watched my face for a reaction.

I had given her nothing.

Because I had realised, standing on that terrace in the cold, that Delia did not know. Not the full picture. She had fragments – the certificate, the aliases, and the existence of a prior marriage. She had been building something from those fragments, and she had decided tonight to test how much she actually had.

The answer was ‘not enough‘.

Not yet.

I got up at five and went to my study.

I had noticed it three weeks ago. Small things: the laptop at a slightly different angle than I had left it. A folder in the filing drawer that had been replaced in the wrong order. The passkey that Grandma’s birthday unlocked, which I had changed immediately when I noticed the angle of the laptop, but which had clearly been used before I changed it.

Delia had been in my study.

I did not know how many times or how long or exactly what she had found. But she had been in here, and she had been careful about it, and she had found enough to walk onto a terrace last night and say, ‘Jules and Kat‘, with the confidence of someone who had done their research.

I called a security firm at five fifteen. By eight AM two technicians were at the estate installing a biometric locking system on the study door. Hand scan only. No passkey. No override. If your hand was not in the system, the door did not open. I had it registered to two hands, mine and Grandma Celeste’s.

Delia’s hand was not in the system.

Nobody else’s was either.

When the technicians left, I stood in the study and looked at the desk and thought about what she had found. The marriage certificate she might have found it. The file labelled K she might have opened it. The folder with the investigators‘ reports

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and the search records and six years of dead ends.

But not the connection.

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Because the connection was not in any document. It lived in my head – in forty–three photographs and an I*******) timeline and the head tilt exactly to the left and a tyre mark still warm in a Dubai port road at two in the morning. None of that was in a file. None of that was on a laptop. It was in me, assembled from evidence that no investigator had put together because no investigator had been looking at both sides of it simultaneously.

Delia had found the marriage certificate and decided to use it as a weapon.

She didn’t know it was pointing at her own sister.

I called Zane at seven.

He appeared at the estate at seven thirty with coffee and the expression of a man who had been awake for most of the night himself.

“Talk,” he said.

“Delia knows about Vegas,” I said. “The certificate. The aliases. She has been in my study – I don’t know how many times. I’ve now had the lock changed.” I picked up my coffee. “Last night on the terrace she told me she knew. She said Jules and Kat.”

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Zane was quiet for a moment. “How much does she actually have?”

“Fragments,” I said. “She knows the certificate exists. She knows the names on it. She does not know Jules is me knowledge of my racing alias. And she does not know who Kat is.”

Zane looked at me steadily. “But you think you do.”

“I suspect,” I said. “There is a difference.”

“A small one at this point.”

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“Not small enough,” I said. “I am not walking into the most important conversation of my life on a suspicion. The timeline fits. The circuit fits. Dubai. The way she carries herself in a room. All of it points in one direction.” I paused. “But pointing is not proof. And until I have sat across from her and said it and watched her face, I do not know. Not for certain.”

“And Delia?” Zane said.

“Delia cannot connect Jules to me because she does not know I race,” I said. “And she cannot connect Kat to anyone without a surname. She has two aliases and a six–year–old document and an investigator who has been hitting walls for weeks. What she has is not enough.” I paused. “Not yet.”

“Then use the window,” Zane said quietly. “While she is still putting pieces together, you talk to Katia. Today.”

“Yet,” Zane said.

“Yet,” I agreed.

We sat with that.

“Victor,” Zane said. “She is feeding him something. We don’t know what.”

“Whatever she found in my study goes to Victor,” I said. “That is the assumption we work from. Which means Victor may know about the marriage certificate. He may know about the search for Kat.” I looked at the window. “He does not know Kat is Katia. If he did, he would have used it already.”

“So we have a window,” Zane said.

“A small one,” I said. “And it is closing.”

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Zane looked at me. “Julian. The conversation you told Katia you were going to have – tomorrow. That was last night. It’s tomorrow.”

I said nothing.

“You need to tell her,” Zane said. “Before Delia connects the last dot. Before Victor does. Before anyone else in that family does. “He paused. “She needs to hear it from you.”

“I know,” I said.

“Today,” Zane said.

“I know, Zane.”

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