A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 200

Follow the leader

Amber POV

Mr. Stait insisted on assigning protection immediately.

Not private security.

Not family guards.

Military protection.

Disguised as regular security personnel.

And according to him, it was completely non-negotiable.

“You are both considered high-risk targets now,” he said firmly. “And the children are connected to you.”

Jason looked ready to argue anyway.

“No visible tactical gear,” Emory added before Jason could speak. “No armored convoys. No dramatic presence.”

“A subtle security rotation,” Mr. Stait finished. “People trained to respond if necessary.”

Jason’s jaw tightened.

He hated strangers near the children.

Hated the idea of outsiders near our home even more.

But eventually, after several minutes of tense negotiation, he agreed under one condition-

Every single assigned operative would be vetted personally through Cronos.

Mr. Stait accepted immediately.

That alone told me how serious this situation had become.

We left the base shortly afterward.

Before separating, I stopped my grandfather, Mr. Stuart, and Mr. Sun.

“Meet us at the fairy house,” I told them quietly. “There’s something I need to show you.”

Jason glanced toward me instantly, intrigue replacing part of the tension that had followed him all evening.

“What exactly did you build in that house?” he asked as we walked toward the cars.

I smiled faintly.

“You’ll see.”

Iris stepped closer then, her expression calmer than before despite everything she had shared.

“Can I go with you?” she asked softly.

I nodded immediately.

“Of course.”

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The drive home felt strangely quiet after the intensity of the base.

Jason drove.

Iris sat in the back beside me, watching the passing lights silently while my mind continued piecing together possibilities faster than I could fully process them.

By the time we arrived at the fairy house, it was already late. Nearly nine at night.

The property looked peaceful beneath the soft exterior lights, warm and impossibly normal considering the conversations we had just survived.

The front door opened before we could even knock.

Rose appeared first, followed closely by Alice.

“You’re back!” Alice announced dramatically before narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Jason. “Did you go somewhere cool without us?”

Rose looked much calmer than Alice, though amusement flickered in her expression.

“Alex is sulking upstairs,” she informed us quietly. “Because he didn’t get to go to the military base this time.”

Jason snorted softly under his breath.

“He’s six,” he muttered. “Why does he sound like a disappointed intelligence officer?”

“Because Mom Amber and you keep teaching him weird things,” Alice replied immediately.

I almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead, I took out my phone and quickly sent Alex a message through his tablet.

If you want to see something cool, come downstairs immediately.

Less than a minute later, rapid footsteps thundered overhead.

Alex appeared at the top of the stairs, hair messy, expression suspiciously serious despite the pajama pants covered in tiny rockets.

“What kind of cool?” he demanded immediately.

Jason crossed his arms.

“That was fast.”

Alex looked offended.

“I optimize my response time.”

Iris blinked.

Then, unexpectedly, she laughed softly.

It was the first truly childlike sound I had ever heard from her.

Once everyone gathered, I finally pulled out my phone again.

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Jason watched closely now.

did my grandfather.

Mr. Sun and Mr. Stuart had arrived only moments earlier and were standing near the entrance, still carrying the tension of the military base with them.

I opened an app on my screen.

Simple. Minimalistic.

A panic system I had designed myself years ago and upgraded repeatedly after moving into the fairy house.

Then I pressed the activation button.

A soft mechanical hum echoed somewhere beneath the house.

Alice gasped dramatically.

“Ohhhh.”

“Follow me,” I said calmly.

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I led them toward the kitchen.

Everyone followed in silence except Alex, who already looked like he was trying to reverse engineer the system in. his head.

Once inside the kitchen, I crouched slightly and pressed one of the floor tiles near the island counter.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then-

A section of the back wall shifted.

Mr. Stuart startled visibly.

My grandfather looked stunned for perhaps the first time in years.

Jason simply stared at me with growing fascination.

The hidden wall slid open completely, revealing a dimly lit corridor beyond it.

Alex’s mouth dropped open.

“THAT IS SO COOL.”

I smiled despite myself.

“Language,” Jason corrected automatically.

“That wasn’t bad language,” Alex argued immediately while hurrying after me.

The corridor led downward into a concealed command center beneath the fairy house.

Soft lights activated automatically as we entered.

Screens lined one entire wall.

Live camera feeds displayed every entrance to the property.

Thermal imaging.

Perimeter motion tracking.

Emergency communication systems.

Independent power backups.

Secure networks completely disconnected from public systems.

Silence filled the room.

Even Emory and Mr. Stait would probably have been impressed.

Jason slowly turned in place, taking everything in.

“You built this?” he asked quietly.

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I nodded once.

Mostly.”

Alex looked deeply offended.

“I helped organize the cable colors.”

“You absolutely did,” I agreed solemnly.

That seemed to satisfy him immediately.

I moved toward another concealed panel and pressed my hand against it.

A second hidden passage opened nearby.

“This connects the three panic rooms,” I explained. “Each room has independent oxygen systems, food storage, water filtration, medical supplies, and direct emergency exits.”

Mr. Stuart looked genuinely shaken now.

“There are spaces between the walls,” I continued, gesturing toward the narrow passageways. “Small enough that only the children can move through them quickly.”

Alice immediately looked delighted.

“So we have secret tunnels?”

“Yes.”

“That is the coolest thing ever.”

Rose remained quieter than the others, but I noticed the way some tension finally eased from her shoulders as she looked around the room.

For the first time since arriving, she looked like she truly believed no one could reach her here.

Iris stood near the entrance to one of the hidden passages, fingertips brushing lightly against the wall.

Her expression was unreadable for several seconds.

Then she whispered-

“They’ll never take us from here.”

The room fell silent again.

Because beneath the excitement… beneath the hidden doors and secret corridors and clever systems-

That was what this really was.

Not paranoia.

Protection.

A promise built into the walls themselves.

Jason finally stepped closer to me, one hand settling against my waist as he looked around the underground command center with open admiration.

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“And here I thought you just built a pretty house,” he murmured softly.

Nooked up at him and smiled faintly.

“I build to survive.”

“No one ever thinks something that looks like a fairytale would be protected,” I said quietly as I watched them continue taking in the command center.

Soft lighting reflected against the screens, against polished steel and hidden reinforced walls, creating a strange contrast against the warmth of the house above us.

“The house itself is a front.”

Jason looked at me with open fascination now.

Not suspicion.

Not concern.

Admiration.

“You planned for war,” he said softly.

I held his gaze for a moment before answering.

“No,” I corrected gently.

A pause.

“I planned to survive one.”

Silence followed me as I moved deeper into the underground level.

Everyone came with me this time, even Mr. Sun, who still looked faintly stunned by the realization that the whimsical fairy house concealed something closer to a fortified compound.

“I designed the panic rooms after the first year I moved here,” I explained while pressing another hidden panel. “ At first it was only supposed to be one.”

A soft click echoed through the corridor.

Then a section of wall slid open seamlessly.

Alex gasped again despite already knowing there were hidden systems in the house.

“That is SO cool.”

Jason sighed.

“You are definitely your mother’s child.”

Alex looked deeply pleased by that statement.

The first panic room was hidden behind one of the upstairs bathrooms.

More specifically-behind the shower wall.

Once the mechanism activated, the marble wall silently shifted sideways, revealing a reinforced steel door

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beneath it.

Stuart stared openly now. 1

“You hid a bunker inside a shower?” he asked weakly.

“It’s waterproof, insulated, reinforced, and one of the least likely places intruders would immediately check,”I replied calmly.

Jason actually laughed softly under his breath.

“That is terrifyingly attractive.”

I ignored him with dignity.

Mostly.

Inside, the room looked less like a bunker and more like a minimalist apartment suite.

Beds folded discreetly from the walls.

Emergency medical kits lined hidden compartments.

Independent air filtration systems hummed quietly overhead.

Rose looked around slowly, her expression unreadable.

“It feels safe,” she whispered.

That alone made every sleepless night designing it worth it.

We moved toward the second panic room afterward.

This one was concealed near the living room.

At first glance, it appeared to be part of the decorative wall paneling beside one of the built-in bookshelves.

I pressed a hidden mechanism beneath the carved wooden trim.

The bookshelf rotated silently.

Alice nearly screamed in excitement.

“WE LIVE IN A SPY HOUSE!”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose while my grandfather tried-and failed-to suppress amusement.

“This room,” I explained while they entered, “was designed for quick access during gatherings.”

Unlike the first, this panic room contained direct communication systems linked to the underground command

center.

Multiple monitors lit automatically the moment we stepped inside.

“It also contains enough supplies for several days if necessary,” I added.

Mr. Sun crossed his arms thoughtfully.

“You expected someone to attack your home eventually.”

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I met his gaze evenly.

expected someone powerful to realize I was harder to control than anticipated.”

Silence followed that.

Because now everyone understood that my paranoia had not been paranoia at all.

It had been instinct.

The final panic room was the one that affected the children most.

It was hidden between the kids’ rooms, concealed inside the shared clothing storage area.

At first glance, it looked completely ordinary. Shelves. Blankets. Extra clothes. Toys Alice had probably hidden and forgotten.

Then I pressed against one of the hanging rods.

The entire back section shifted inward.

A narrow passage appeared behind it.

“This one was built specifically for children,” I explained quietly.

The tunnel beyond was smaller than the others.

Lower. Easier for children to move through quickly without fear.

Soft emergency lights lined the walls, gentle instead of harsh.

Iris stepped inside first.

Slowly. Carefully.

Her fingers brushed the walls as though testing whether they were real.

“It connects to all three panic rooms,” I explained. “And to two external exits hidden on the property.”

Rose looked up at me.

“So if something bad happens…”

“You run here,” I said immediately. “No matter what.”

Jason’s expression darkened slightly at the conversation, but he stayed silent.

Because deep down, we all knew these preparations were no longer hypothetical.

Alice suddenly looked thoughtful.

“So basically…”

She pointed proudly toward me.

“Mom Amber built a secret survival castle.”

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Then Alex nodded seriously.

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“That is an accurate assessment.”

Dhexpected laughter broke through the tension.

Small at first.

Then real.

Even Iris smiled.

A tiny thing. Fragile.

But genuine.

And standing there, beneath the fairy house disguised as warmth and wonder, surrounded by hidden doors and protected children and people who had finally begun telling each other the truth-

For the first time since the investigation began-

It felt possible that we might survive what was coming.

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Returning to the office felt almost surreal after everything that had happened at the military base.

The world outside continued moving normally.

People still walked through the lobby holding coffee cups and tablets.

Employees still whispered near elevators.

Phones still rang.

As if powerful families were not being dismantled from the shadows.

As if heirs were not disappearing.

As if war was not quietly forming beneath polished boardrooms and smiling headlines.

The moment the elevator doors opened onto the executive floor, I knew something was wrong.

The atmosphere felt sharp. Tight.

Focused in the dangerous way only highly intelligent people became when something was actively going wrong.

Clara was standing near the central workstation, one phone pressed against her ear while another rested between her shoulder and cheek.

A wireless headset blinked faintly against one ear.

“…No, isolate that branch immediately-”

Pause.

“No, I don’t care if it crashes the external server, cut the access now-

Another pause.

“Then reroute through backup seven!”

Silence hit the room the moment I stepped inside.

Every head turned toward me.

Pamela looked up from one of the computer stations.

Dark circles shadowed her eyes.

Clara somehow looked worse.

I frowned instantly.

“Why was I not informed earlier?”

Clara closed one of the calls immediately while Pamela visibly straightened in guilt.

“Amber-”

“No.”

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My voice cut through the room sharply enough to make several employees freeze.

someone is attempting to breach our systems, I expect to know immediately.”

Pamela stood slowly, exhaustion evident in every movement.

“We knew you were already balancing too much,” she admitted quietly. “Your family was the priority.”

Clara nodded once.

“You’ve barely slept in days.”

For a moment, guilt flickered through me.

Then frustration replaced it just as quickly.

“My family is my priority,” I agreed. “But this company is part of that priority.”

I stepped toward the main workstation.

“And if we are under attack, I will not be protected from information.”

Silence followed.

Neither woman argued.

Because they knew I was right.

I dropped my bag onto the nearest chair and slid into the central seat.

The monitors immediately reflected lines of active intrusion attempts.