The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 The Sins That Bear His Name

Ryan’s POV

The drive home felt longer than it was, each turn of the wheel tightening the coil inside Ryan’s chest. Night

stretched across Bexlin like a bruise, heavy, dark, pulsing at the edges, and Ryan drove through it with a

stillness that belied the storm growing inside him.

Kimberly.

His sister.

His blood.

And yet the thought of her name now left a bitter metallic taste on his tongue.

He replayed Tevin’s words in his mind again, the revelation printed clearly in the documents they’d shown him, proof that she had forged his signature, withdrawn the money, framed Eve, and let the world tear into

his wife like wolves.

His jaw tightened, knuckles flexing against the steering wheel.

She had nearly ruined Eve.

And for what?

Convenience? Jealousy? Bitterness?

He didn’t know yet.

But he would.

Ryan had never been blind to Kimberly’s flaws, her entitlement, her boredom, the way she tried to sharpen her insecurities by stabbing others, but this… this was deliberate. Calculated. Cowardly. And when he thought of Eve, pregnant, vulnerable, frightened, being branded a thief and humiliated in Westwood, his throat constricted with a tight, hot rage that made the interior of the car feel too small.

He had trusted Eve through it.

He had protected her through it.

But God, he was one decision away from losing her.

From losing everything.

His father had wanted her arrested.

His mother had encouraged it.

Kimberly had orchestrated it.

Had Eve not been protected by the Roderigos…

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Ryan’s vision darkened.

She would have been dragged into a cell.

Pregnant. Alone. Terrified.

The realisation struck him all over again, violent enough to make his breath hitch.

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And all because of his blindness. His negligence. His failure to shield her from the people he should have

known would hurt her most.

“Never again,” he muttered under his breath, a vow carved in steel.

He picked up his phone, pressing a button on the steering wheel.

“Call Alexander.”

The line rang once.

“Sir?” Alexander, his personal assistant, answered immediately, alert, composed, and ready.

“I need a full forensic audit on Kimberly’s accounts,” Ryan said, voice steady despite the fury simmering beneath it. “Every card. Every transfer. Every transaction. Every piece of her spending from the past year, no, from the past two years. Cross-reference withdrawals from the company’s accounts and match them

to her private expenses.”

Alexander paused. “All right, sir. To what extent should I,

“All of it,” Ryan cut in. “If she spent money, I want to know how, where and why. If she sneezed and someone handed her a tissue, I want the receipt.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Alexander?”

“Yes?”

“Not a word of this to anyone. Not my parents. Not the board. Not the accountants. Not anyone.”

“Understood.”

“I want a report on my desk by morning.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll start now.”

Ryan ended the call and exhaled, long and slow, but the tension in his chest didn’t ease. It expanded, spreading through him like fire beneath skin.

Kimberly was not going to get away with this.

Not this time. Not ever again.

The night blurred past him in streaks of headlights and shadows. He barely registered the road until he

turned into the driveway of his home, his and Eve’s home, where the lights glowed warmly inside.

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Warmth.

Softness.

Life.

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Everything he had nearly lost.

He stepped out of the car, exhaustion gripping him like a physical force, but the moment he opened the

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