A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 115

A target.

I closed the folder slowly.

“They didn’t just hurt her,” I said quietly.

Grandfather’s gaze hardened.

“They erased her.”

I lifted my head.

“Not anymore.”

Grandfather nodded once.

Then reached for his phone.

“I’m calling them.”

I frowned slightly.

“Calling who?”

He looked at me, already dialing.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sun.”

That made sense.

But then he added-

“Mr. Stuart was one of their closest friends.”

My breath caught.

“Everyone knew what losing his family did to him,” Grandfather continued.

“Destroyed doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

The call connected.

His tone shifted.

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More formal.

More urgent.

“We need you to come to the estate.”

A pause.

“Yes… it’s about the Stuart family.”

Another pause.

Longer.

“They need to know.”

He ended the call slowly.

The silence that followed-

Was heavier than anything before.

Because this wasn’t just about us anymore.

This was about a man-

Who had mourned his family for sixteen years.

A man who believed-

He had buried his legacy.

And now-

We were about to tell him-

She had been alive all along.

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Furious

How do you look at a man who has spent years fueled by hope and tell him that hope is a jagged blade? There was no way to deliver the truth without breaking him. Iris was alive—the last of his blood, the sole heir to his legacy- but she had been forged in a fire set by his own allies.

While he searched, they traded. They stripped her of her natne and prepared to sell her off to the highest bidder like a piece of property, even while she was a child. It was a betrayal of the highest order, a business deal written in his granddaughter’s blood. The Beckers and the Vinnys didn’t just want the inheritance; they wanted to erase her until there was nothing left to claim.

My heart went numb as the weight of it settled. It was strange-Jason seemed to find his rhythm with Rose, connecting with her in a way I couldn’t reach. But Iris? Iris was the one left in the wreckage, and she was mine to fight for.

How do you look at a girl who has barely turned sixteen and tell her that her entire life was a lie designed to keep her small? It wasn’t just a kidnapping; it was a systematic theft. They didn’t just steal her name; they stole every advantage, every comfort, and every scrap of knowledge that should have been her birthright. They traded her potential for their profit.

The hardest part wouldn’t be explaining the cruelty of her captors, but the depth of the love she had missed. Somewhere, a man had spent years shouting her name into the silence, refusing to believe the evidence of her death. She had a grandfather who had never stopped looking-a man whose heart had been waiting for her while she was being broken by strangers.

My own heart broke for her then, mourning the ghost of the girl she should have been. But as the grief settled, it hardened into something else. Something sharper. I looked at the wreckage they had left of her and found my resolve. They had stolen her past, but I would burn the world to bring back her happiness.

Jason found me at the edge of the stairs, a shadow in the dim hallway. Grandfather had already retreated, his voice a low, strained murmur as he spoke with the Suns on the phone.

When Jason reached for me, I didn’t pull away. He held me as the first sob finally broke through. 1

“She is the Stuart heir, Jason,” I whispered against his shoulder, my head throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache. ” She is Iris Stuart. They took everything from her-the years she should have spent playing, singing, just being. They stole her innocence, and she’s never going to get that time back. It’s just… gone.”

I could feel the hot trail of tears on my cheeks, the salt stinging my skin. Jason’s grip tightened, his embrace turning from a comfort into a shield.

“Then we bring it back,” he murmured, his voice vibrating with a dark, simmering promise of anger. “We bring back her happiness-for her and for Rose. We make sure they are cared for, that they are safe, and that they never have to want for anything ever again.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes hard with resolve. “We make them whole again.”

Jason took my face between his hands, his palms warm against my tear-stained skin. He forced me to look up, anchoring me until my eyes met his. The comfort was gone, replaced by a terrifying, quiet clarity.

“And we destroy them,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, jagged edge. “We dismantle the Beckers and the Vinnys. Every brick, every bit of influence-we tear it all down.”

I searched his face, seeing the same numbness in him that had settled in my own heart.

“The Vinnys might slip through,” he continued, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line over my cheekbone.”

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They played it too close to the vest; there isn’t enough evidence to bury them yet. But the Beckers?” A cold, dark smile touched his lips, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “The Beckers are done. By the time we’re finished, they won’t even have a name left to hide behind.”

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Luis Stuart

Amber POV

The garden felt different that afternoon.

Not heavy.

Not tense.

But… watchful.

We sat together.

Grandfather.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun.

Jason.

And me.

The table between us untouched.

Conversations low.

Measured.

Careful.

In front of us-

The children.

Alice laughed as she ran across the grass.

Alex followed, pretending not to enjoy it as much as he clearly did.

And Rose-

She was sitting on the ground.

Watching.

Smiling.

Small.

Fragile.

But real.

A few steps away—

Iris.

She wasn’t playing.

Not yet.

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She stood slightly apart

Watching everything.

Watching Rose.

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