A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 195

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“As possible heirs.”

Sdence.

“For the children’s gatherings.”

The pattern locked into place.

Not random.

Not opportunistic.

Targeted.

Timed.

They weren’t just removing children.

They were eliminating-or reshaping-heirs.

Before they could take their place.

“My grandfather told me something once,” I said, my voice quieter now, steadier only because I forced it to be.

“The children’s gatherings served three purposes.”

Everyone was listening.

“To bring the families together.”

A pause.

“To form marriage alliances.”

Another.

“And to evaluate the potential of each heir.”

The room shifted.

Because now the pattern had structure.

“I remember attending one of those gatherings,” I continued. “I was around five.”

The same age.

“My parents were gone soon after.”

No one interrupted.

“And after that…”

I let out a slow breath.

“I was mistreated to the point where I almost lost myself.”

Jason’s hand tightened slightly at his side.

“It took me years to rebuild my confidence,” I said. “And even longer to develop the backbone I have now.”

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I met Mr. Sun’s gaze briefly.

Men looked back at the room.

“I believe I was only mistreated to a certain degree…”

A bitter edge slipped into my voice.

“Because I was considered a potential match for the Becker family.”

Silence deepened. 1

“But I was the only female heir at the time.”

Which meant-

“The Vinnys would not have been able to use me the same way.”

I turned slightly toward Jason. 1

“And based on what Mr. Sun said…”

My eyes softened for a fraction of a second.

“Jason was brilliant. Outgoing. Charismatic.”

A pause.

“He would have stood out immediately.”

The realization settled heavily.

“He wasn’t just another child.”

My voice dropped.

“He was a threat.”

And threats-

In a system like this-

Were never left untouched.

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Amber POV

“Someone is trying to make the heirs obsolete,” I said at last, the thought no longer abstract, no longer a suspicion, but something that had taken shape and refused to be ignored.

“They’re not just removing them.”

I shook my head, slowly, deliberately.

“They’re breaking them. Reshaping them. Weakening them.”

The words settled heavily in the room, each one finding its place among the fragments of truth we had been gathering.

“So that when the time comes…”

My voice softened, not in doubt, but in certainty.

“They are no longer capable of leading.”

Silence answered me.

“They want control of the families.

And yet-

Even as the conclusion formed, something in it resisted. Something incomplete.

“But why?”

I looked at them all-at Mr. Sun, at Mr. Stait, at Emory, at Jason-each of them carrying power in different ways, each of them part of something larger than themselves.

“It’s not like the four families hold all the power.”

A quiet breath.

“We are simply the most visible.”

That was the fracture in the logic. The question that refused to settle.

If someone wanted power, why begin here?

Unless-

The thought came slowly, unfolding with a quiet inevitability that made it far more dangerous.

“Unless it isn’t about power in the way we understand it,” I said.

Emory leaned forward, his attention sharpened.

“Then what is it?”

I turned my gaze back to the screen, to the faces that had become more than victims, more than names.

“It’s about access.”

The word lingered.

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“Influence.”

Another piece.

“Legitimacy.”

Now it fit.

Too well.

“They don’t need to control everything,” I continued, my voice steady now. “They only need to control the ones everyone trusts.”

The ones who would one day lead.

The ones whose decisions would ripple outward.

The ones who stood at the center of alliances, of negotiations, of futures yet to be written. 1

“If they control the heirs…”

Jason’s voice, low and certain, completed the thought.

“They control the future.”

A pause.

“And if those heirs are weak…”

The realization settled like a verdict.

“They don’t need to fight for power.”

Another silence.

“It is simply given to them.”

Mr. Stait cleared his throat, the sound deliberate, grounding, as if he were forcing the room back into motion before it collapsed under the weight of everything we had uncovered.

“This may have started with the heirs,” he said slowly, his gaze sweeping across us, “but it has gone beyond that. Far beyond that.”

He gestured toward the screen, toward the faces that had stopped being distant victims and had become something far more personal.

“Most of the victims we’ve identified belong to powerful families. Whatever the original purpose was…’

He paused, as if even he disliked what came next.

“It may have changed.”

The word lingered. Changed. Not ended. Not failed. Adapted.

And something that adapted was far more dangerous than something that simply existed.

Jason spoke then, his voice cutting through the room with quiet precision.

“But why target Alice and Alex?”

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All attention shifted to him instantly.

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they no longer care about controlling the four families…” he continued, his gaze steady, “then why them?”

There was no emotion in his tone, and that made it worse.

“Why Iris?”

His jaw tightened, just slightly.

“And why try to take Amber’s position as heir away?”

A pause.

“Why finance Adrian?” 1

The questions stacked, one over the other, until the entire structure we had built began to tremble under its own contradictions.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

And for a moment-

It didn’t.

Silence stretched, thin and fragile, as if the truth were standing just outside our reach, waiting for someone to see it clearly enough to name it.

“It does,” I said softly.

Every gaze turned to me.