A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 232

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“They came for me.”

Grandfather closed his eyes.

“Yes.”

The answer was immediate.

Absolute.

No hesitation.

No uncertainty.

Yes.

My legs suddenly felt weak.

Three years old.

Three.

A child.

I remembered flashes.

Tiny fragments.

Being scared.

Being alone.

Being told to behave.

A woman yelling.

The memories were vague.

Broken.

But suddenly they felt real.

“They took me because of the engagement.”

Grandfather shook his head slowly.

“No.”

That surprised me.

“No?”

His expression became grim.

“They took you because your father refused them.”

The words hit like a physical blow.

Because this had never been about marriage.

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Never been about alliances.

Never been about politics.

Control.

It had always been about control.

Suddenly, countless pieces began falling into place.

Jason.

The Bloom girls.

Iris.

The children hidden by the Beckers. 1

The stories from Sum.

The castle.

The Ember family.

The heirs.

The Vincents had not been creating alliances.

They had been collecting people.

Shaping them.

Positioning them exactly where they wanted them.

And my father had discovered it.

He had seen something terrible enough to destroy an agreement that should have secured our family’s future.

Something terrible enough to risk offending one of the most powerful organizations in existence.

Something terrible enough to get himself killed.

I swallowed hard.

“Grandfather…”

My voice sounded small.

Far younger than I wanted it to.

“Did my father know?”

His eyes closed briefly.

“Yes.”

The answer came instantly.

Without hesitation.

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“He knew they were dangerous.”

Apause.

“He knew enough to be afraid.”

The room felt impossibly quiet.

Only the steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the space between us.

My grandfather squeezed my hand again.

For the first time since waking up, he looked uncertain.

Not weak.

Not frightened.

Uncertain.

As if he had reached the part of the story he dreaded the most.

“Amber.”

I looked up.

His expression was filled with regret.

The kind of regret that had been carried for decades.

“There is more.”

My stomach dropped.

Because somehow…

I knew the worst part of the story still hadn’t been told.

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A childrens castle

Amber POV

I stared at my grandfather in silence.

Every answer he gave seemed to create ten more questions.

For years, I had assumed my kidnapping was an isolated incident. A tragedy. A crime committed by opportunists who saw a vulnerable child and took advantage of the situation.

Now I wasn’t so sure.

Now it felt like another piece of a much larger puzzle.

Grandfather leaned back against the hospital bed, exhaustion visible on his face.

The conversation was clearly taking a toll on him, but he continued anyway.

“When you disappeared, I searched everywhere.”

His voice was quiet.

Painfully quiet.

“You have no idea how many people were looking for you, Amber.”

I swallowed hard.

“I hired private investigators. Security firms. Former military personnel. I contacted every business partner, every government official I knew. I even offered rewards.”

His hand tightened around mine.

“And still, there was nothing.”

The room fell silent.

Only the rhythmic beeping of the monitors filled the space.

“I wasn’t the only one searching.”

That made me frown.

“What do you mean?”

Grandfather looked toward the window before answering.

“The same week you disappeared, Jason vanished.”

My eyes widened.

“What?”

He nodded slowly.

“At the time, we didn’t connect the two events.”

A bitter smile crossed his face.

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“Looking back now, we should have.”

Achill ran down my spine.

Jason had been taken.

I had been taken.

Iris had been taken.

The Bloom girls had been taken.

The pattern was impossible to ignore.

“How did they find me?” I asked quietly.

Grandfather’s expression softened.

“That is the strange part.”

The strange part?

Everything about this story was strange.

“It wasn’t one of my investigators.”

I frowned.

“Then who found me?”

“The governor.”

I blinked.