A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 104

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“And now?”

As voice was quiet.

I looked around the room for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

“Now it seems the right person showed up.’

Jason smiled slowly.

“Well…”

“That works out perfectly.”

“Because you unknowingly bought the house I imagined building a life with you in.”

I froze. 1

“What?”

Jason nodded.

“Yes.”

I stared at him.

“You imagined living there… with me?”

He shrugged slightly.

“You were still with Oscar at the time.”

“So it felt ridiculous.”

“But that was the life I pictured.”

Silence settled between us.

Then he pulled me slightly closer.

“So yes.”

“You stole my dream house.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Well.”

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“You married the thief.”

Jason smiled again.

And this time the smile was softer.

Almost relieved.

“Good.”

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He kissed my forehead.

Because I wasn’t planning on giving it back anyway.”

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Alice and Alex?”

Jason didn’t hesitate.

“They’re okay.”

The tightness in my chest loosened just enough for me to breathe.

“Good.”

I nodded once.

Relief settled-but only for a second.

Because the moment passed.

And reality rushed back in.

“We need to talk about Adrian.”

Jason’s attention sharpened instantly.

“What about him?”

I stepped closer.

“He told me something before we left.”

Jason’s expression grew serious.

“What?”

I held his gaze.

“He has a half-sister.”

Jason frowned slightly.

“I know his family situation is messy, but—”

“No.”

I cut him off.

“You don’t understand.”

I took a breath.

“He said the Becker and Vinni families are using her.”

Jason went completely still.

“Using her how?”

“They have her.”

The words felt heavy in my mouth.

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“As leverage.”

Jason’s jaw tightened.

“How old?”

“Thirteen.”

That was enough.

His entire demeanor shifted.

Cold.

Focused.

Dangerous.

“What exactly did he say?” Jason asked.

“He said she’s being held.”

I swallowed.

“That she’s not being treated well.”

Jason’s eyes darkened.

“Define ‘not well.””

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“He didn’t go into detail.”

“But he was scared.”

Jason nodded once.

“That’s enough.”

He pulled out his phone immediately.

“Marcus.”

A pause. 1

“I need everything on the Becker estate.”

“Internal layout. Security. Staff movement.”

Another pause.

“And I want visual confirmation of any restricted areas.”

He ended the call and looked at me.

“I’ll verify it.”

I nodded.

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“I want to see it myself.”

Jason’s gaze softened slightly.

“You will.”

It didn’t take long.

It never did when Jason was involved.

An hour later, we were standing in front of a large screen.

Multiple feeds.

Different camera angles.

Security overlays.

Jason moved through everything with precision.

Fast.

Clean.

Efficient.

I watched him work.

And for a moment… I forgot everything else.

This was why he collected information.

Not just power.

Not control. 1

Precision.

Every move he made was deliberate.

Calculated.

Elegant. 2

It was like watching a dance.

A beautiful, controlled dance where every step had a purpose and nothing was wasted.

He slipped in and out of systems like he belonged there.

No noise.

No trace.

No damage unless he chose it.

I almost smiled.

Because I was nothing like that.

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When I moved online…

wasn’t a dance.

It was a bomb.

Loud.

Decisive.

Irreversible.

Jason could enter a system, take what he needed, and leave without anyone ever knowing he was there.

When I entered…

Everything burned.

Systems collapsed.

Data vanished.

There was no subtlety.

No elegance.

Just destruction.

And for the first time, I understood why we worked so well together.

He was precision.

I was impact.

Together-

We were unstoppable.

Jason stopped.

My focus snapped back instantly.

My stomach tightened.

“What is it?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he tapped the screen.

A new feed appeared.

A small room.

Dark.

Bare.

No windows.

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My breath caught.

There was a girl.

Too thin.

Curled into herself on the floor.

No bed.

No blanket.

Nothing.

I stepped closer without realizing it.

“That’s her.”

Jason nodded.

“Most likely.”

My throat tightened.

“she is supposed to be thirteen?, she looks at most 7 or 8 years old”

“This is bad, worst than i imagined.”

My hands clenched into fists.

“She’s malnourished.”

Jason zoomed in.

Bruises.

Too many.

Too deliberate.

I felt something inside me snap.

“That’s not containment.”