A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 249

One more week

Amber POV

The words sent chills down my spine.

An incident.

Something planned.

Something deliberate.

I continued.

“We brought Jason to the Alliance.”

A small flicker of hope appeared.

Then vanished immediately.

“Unfortunately, our castle had already been compromised.”

My hands tightened around the page.

No.

“Someone inside our organization betrayed us.”

Jason cursed softly.

“Jason was taken from the castle and returned to Vincent control.”

The words felt like a punch to the chest.

I turned toward Jason.

His face had gone completely expressionless.

That somehow worried me more.

He wasn’t angry.

He wasn’t shocked.

He looked tired.

As if a part of him had always known.

The letter continued.

“We searched tirelessly.”

“We failed repeatedly.”

“And it remains our greatest regret.”

I swallowed hard.

“Jason remained imprisoned for another year.”

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Another year.

An entire year.

While everyone searched.

While his grandparents looked for him.

While Rebecca tried to leave clues.

While the Alliance tried to find him.

Another year.

My chest ached.

I continued.

“Eventually we uncovered enough information to direct his grandparents toward the Blue Flower Trail.”

The same trail.

The same flowers.

The same house.

The same rescue.

The story Mr. Sun had told us.

The letter ended with several final lines.

I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.

“Amber.”

“It is important that you remember something.”

I frowned.

Remember what?

“The Vincents are not a family.”

The words seemed to echo inside the car.

“They are a group.”

A pause.

“An organization.”

“An idea.”

“A network.”

I exchanged a look with Jason.

Because we already suspected that.

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The next line surprised me.

But we have an Alliance.”

My breath caught.

“The Ember Alliance still exists.” 1

Jason sat upright.

I stared at the page.

Unable to move.

Unable to breathe.

Because for the first time since this nightmare started…

The letter wasn’t talking about enemies.

It was talking about allies.

The final sentence was written in darker ink.

As though the writer wanted to make absolutely certain we remembered it.

“You are not alone in this fight.”

Silence filled the car.

Neither Jason nor I spoke.

Because for years we had believed we were chasing ghosts.

Then we believed we were fighting a a family.

Then an organization.

And now…

For the first time…

We had proof that somewhere out there…

Someone else had been fighting the Vincents all along.

The letter rested on my lap.

Neither Jason nor I spoke for several minutes.

The ocean stretched endlessly before us, illuminated by the moonlight.

The photographs remained scattered across the dashboard.

Images of children we didn’t remember being.

Images of a place we didn’t remember knowing.

Images of a life neither of us could recall.

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I picked up one of the photographs.

it, Jason was sitting on a stone wall.

I was beside him, holding what appeared to be a flower crown.

Both of us were smiling.

Happy.

Comfortable.

Safe.

I looked at Jason.

“Do you remember anything else?”

His gaze remained fixed on the ocean.

For a long moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then he sighed.

“No.”

The answer came quietly.

Almost reluctantly.

“I don’t remember the castle.”

A pause.

“I don’t remember you.”

Another pause.

“I don’t remember any of these pictures.”

My chest tightened.

Not because I blamed him.

Because I knew exactly how frustrating missing memories could be.

“What do you remember?”

Jason remained silent for several seconds.

When he finally spoke, his voice sounded distant.

As if he were describing someone else’s life.

“I remember working.”

The answer made my stomach twist.

“I remember cleaning.”

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A pause.

following instructions.”

Another pause.

“Obeying.”

The sunrise hadn’t begun yet, but somehow the world felt darker.

Jason’s expression remained calm.

Too calm.

The kind of calm that only came from years of accepting something terrible.

“I didn’t have a name.”

My breath caught.

“What?” 1

He laughed softly.

A humorless sound.

“I wasn’t Jason.”

A pause.

“At least not there.”

Another pause.

“I was whatever they needed me to be.”

I stared at him.

He wasn’t looking at me anymore.

His eyes remained fixed on the horizon.

“I wasn’t treated like a child.”

A pause.

“Or a person.”

Another pause.

“I was an asset.”

The word felt wrong.

Cold.

Dehumanizing.

And yet I knew exactly what he meant.

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An investment.

Antool.

A future resource.

Not a little boy.

Not someone’s son.

Not someone’s grandson.

An asset.

I reached for his hand. 1

Without hesitation, he intertwined our fingers.

Neither of us spoke.

Because there wasn’t really anything to say.

What comfort existed for a child who had been treated like property?

None.

At least none that words could provide.

The first rays of sunlight slowly appeared on the horizon.

The ocean transformed from black to deep blue.

Then gold.

The sunrise over Sum was beautiful.

The kind of beauty that made everything seem possible.

For the first time since opening the letter, Jason smiled.

A small smile.

“We should probably go home.”

I looked toward the photographs.

Toward the letter.

Toward the words.

You are not alone in this fight.

For years we had believed we were uncovering a conspiracy.

Now we knew something far more important.

Others had fought before us.

Others had survived.

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Others were still out there.

aiting.

Watching.

Helping.

The thought was strangely comforting.

I carefully placed the photographs back into the envelope.

Jason started the car.

Together we began the drive home.

To the castle.

To our children.

To our family.

The road wound through the mountains.

Morning light illuminated the forests surrounding the property.

When the castle finally appeared in the distance, I smiled.

The restored towers gleamed beneath the rising sun.

A week ago, it had simply been a castle.

Now it felt different.

Alive.

Connected.

As though it had been waiting for us all along.

Jason parked near the main entrance.

Several lights were already on.

Alice was probably awake.

Which meant everyone would be awake soon.

The thought made me laugh.

Jason looked amused.

“What?” 1