A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 196

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Amber POV

Emory was the one who broke the silence.

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“I don’t think we’re talking about a single family anymore.”

The words shifted the ground beneath us.

“We know the Vinnys couldn’t have orchestrated this alone,” he continued, pacing slowly now, his thoughts moving faster than his steps. “And the Beckers…”

He shook his head.

“They were support. Tools.”

A pause.

“I don’t even think they knew the full scope of what they were part of.”

Mr. Stait frowned slightly.

“You think they were expendable?”

Emory nodded once.

“A fallback. A shield. Something to burn when necessary.”

The room fell quiet again.

“This…” he added, looking at all of us now, “this looks like an organization.”

Not a family.

Not a rivalry.

Something far more structured.

“Someone-or several people-are trying to break the nation’s systems apart.”

“The nation?” I echoed before I could stop myself.

Emory turned to me.

“Yes.”

He gestured toward Mr. Sun, toward Jason, toward the invisible weight of everything they represented.

“The four families are public,” he said. “They influence. They manage markets. They create opportunities. They move capital.”

His voice sharpened.

“They build companies. They create jobs. They sustain a system where people can grow through effort-not just inheritance or controlled access.”

A pause.

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“The four houses represent stability.”

That word echoed.

“Growth,” he added. “Continuity.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You remove one,” Emory continued, “and another rises.”

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“That’s how the system survives.”

He looked at Mr. Stait.

“Now that the Becker family is gone… which house replaces them?”

It didn’t even take a second.

“The Stuart family,” I said.

Emory nodded.

“Exactly.”

Then he stepped closer.

“And what happens if the Stuart family disappears?”

A pause.

“If they have no heir?”

I frowned slightly, thinking through it.

“Then…”

Another name surfaced.

“The Bloom family,” I said slowly. “Possibly.”

Emory’s expression sharpened instantly.

“Yes.”

The word hit like confirmation.

“See?” he said. “The system replaces itself.”

A beat.

“Unless you control the replacements.”

Silence.

“The Blooms,” he continued, his voice lowering, “have not one-but three daughters who were taken.”

My stomach dropped.

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“All firstborn.”

A pause.

“All heirs.”

The pattern wasn’t forming anymore.

It was complete.

“They didn’t just plan for one outcome,” Emory said.

His gaze moved across all of us.

“They planned ahead.”

A final, devastating realization settled into place.

“They already have the Blooms under their control.”

The question did not echo.

It settled.

“How do we get them all?”

For the first time since this began, no one rushed to answer.

No theories.

No strategies.

Because this was no longer about understanding the enemy.

It was about confronting them.

Mr. Sun spoke into that silence, his voice measured, deliberate-like a man placing a final piece on a board he had been studying for years.

“I think…”

His gaze shifted to me.

“It may be time to call your grandfather, Amber.”

Something in the room tightened.

“He is close to the Bloom family,” he continued. “Closer than most realize.”

A pause.

“He financed their beginnings.”

Of course he had.

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