A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 337

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One name appeared repeatedly.

Alexander Vincent.

Another…

Amber Asher.

The final page contained a handwritten note from my mother.

If you are reading this, then I hope the world has changed enough that this will never happen.

They chose you for him.

They believed you were the only woman of your generation capable of giving Alexander Vincent healthy heirs.

My hands began shaking.

Jason gently took the papers before I dropped them.

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I whispered.

Grandfather Asher’s face had turned pale.

“They planned your future before you were even old enough to understand what marriage meant.”

I looked toward Jason.

Everything suddenly made sense.

Alexander’s obsession.

His confidence.

His certainty that I belonged to him.

It hadn’t started recently.

It had started before I was born.

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Hundreds of miles away…

A cargo vessel crossed the sea beneath the cover of darkness.

Emory and Mr. Stait stood beside customs officers as the final shipping container was forced open.

The smell inside made everyone recoil.

Blankets.

Water bottles.

Chains.

And frightened young women huddled together.

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“Easy,” Emory said gently.

You’re safe now.”

One girl collapsed the moment they reached her.

He caught her before she hit the floor.

She couldn’t have been older than eighteen.

Her lips were pale.

Her pulse was weak.

She forced her eyes open just long enough to whisper two words.

“I’m…”

She struggled to breathe.

“…a Vincent.”

Before anyone could ask another question…

She lost consciousness.

Behind her…

More frightened girls slowly emerged from the darkness of the container.

None of them spoke.

But every face carried the same expression.

Fear.

And for the first time…

The Vincent family’s darkest secret had arrived alive.

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Amber POV

The castle had never felt so quiet.

Tomorrow.

In less than twenty-four hours, we would return to court.

Every hallway felt heavier.

Every smile from the children reminded me what was at stake.

I refused to let them see how frightened I truly was.

Jason was reviewing documents in his office when his secure phone rang.

Only a handful of people had access to that number.

He answered immediately.

“Jason.”

His expression grew serious.

It was Mr. Stait.

Jason activated the speaker so I could hear.

“We intercepted another shipment.”

My stomach tightened.

“What kind of shipment?” I asked.

Mr. Stait didn’t answer immediately.

His voice was grim.

“Women.”

Silence filled the room.

“They were hidden inside refrigerated transport containers.”

“Some were barely conscious.”

“Emory is treating them now.”

I closed my eyes.

“Did anyone talk?”

“One of them.”

“An older woman.”

Mr. Stait continued.

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“She told us she had been transferred from household to household for more than ten years.”

Neither Jason nof I interrupted.

“She wasn’t sold once.”

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“She was traded.”

“Again and again.”

I felt sick.

“As if she were property…”

Mr. Stait sighed.

“That’s exactly how she described it.”

He continued.

“She identified the Vincent family.”

Jason immediately straightened.

“Did she name Alexander?”

“No.”

The answer came quickly.

“She repeatedly identified Malcolm Vincent.”

Jason looked at me.

My heart sank.

“Alexander’s father,” I whispered.

Mr. Stait confirmed it.

“According to her testimony, Malcolm Vincent organized the kidnappings and controlled where the women were sent.”

Jason rubbed his forehead.

“Do we have documents?”

“No.”

“Photographs?”

“No.”

“Financial records?”

“No.”

Mr. Stait’s frustration was obvious.

“We finally have direct testimony connecting the Vincent family to the trafficking…”

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“…but we have almost nothing to corroborate it.”

She witness.

No physical evidence.

Not enough to dismantle an empire.

“I’ll keep digging,” Mr. Stait promised before ending the call.

That evening I couldn’t sleep.

Jason had finally drifted off beside me when my encrypted tablet vibrated.

Unknown sender.

No return address.

No digital signature.

Only one sentence.

Read immediately.

Every instinct told me to delete it.

Instead…

I opened it.

The message contained only a few short paragraphs.

Amber Asher,

Your children are safer than you believe.

I frowned.

I kept reading.

Alexander Vincent is not Malcolm Vincent’s biological son.

My pulse quickened.

He was born outside the family and secretly acknowledged.

He does not know the truth.

I stopped breathing.

The final lines were even more unbelievable.

If your investigation is correct…

If the children’s father truly was Nikolay Vincent…

Then Alice and Alex are not merely members of the Vincent bloodline.

They are the legitimate heirs of the Vincent family.

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Protect them.

not let Alexander discover the truth before you do.

The message disappeared from the screen a second later.

It had been programmed to erase itself.

I sat frozen in the darkness.

Jason stirred beside me.

“Amber?”

My voice barely escaped my lips.

“I think…”

I looked at the now-empty screen.

“…someone inside the Vincent family is trying to help us.”

Jason sat up immediately.

“What happened?”

I repeated the message word for word.

When I finished…