A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 340

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Amber POV

The judge’s ruling had protected the children.

On paper.

In reality, I knew it wasn’t enough.

Because I had seen Alexander’s face when the results came back.

Shock.

Confusion.

And something else.

Certainty.

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He had looked at Alex the entire time, as if he were trying to force reality to match whatever he believed in his mind.

Maybe he was finally questioning his own bloodline.

Maybe he was beginning to wonder whether Malcolm Vincent had lied to him his entire life.

Or maybe he had simply accepted that Alex happened to resemble his younger brother.

I didn’t know.

And that uncertainty terrified me.

Because one thing was clear: Alexander Vincent had not given up.

We were leaving the courthouse, surrounded by lawyers and security, when someone stepped in front of us.

Alexander.

Immediately, I moved.

I pushed Alice and Alex behind me and placed a hand protectively over my stomach.

Jason stepped closer to my side.

Alexander barely glanced at him.

His eyes were fixed on me.

“I don’t know what trick you pulled.”

I felt Alice grab the back of my coat.

“But those children are Vincent blood.”

His voice was calm, but there was desperation beneath it.

“And I will prove it.”

“Stay away from my children,” I snapped.

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Alexander took a step forward.

You know I’m right.”

Jason immediately moved between us.

“The court already ruled.”

Alexander laughed bitterly.

“The court ruled that I’m not their uncle.”

His eyes landed on Alex.

“Not that they aren’t Vincents.”

He turned back toward me.

“I’ll find the truth.”

Then he walked away.

He never noticed the security camera in the corner recording every second of the exchange.

Two hours later, the footage was everywhere.

Every news channel.

Every social media platform.

Every gossip website.

Millions of people watched Alexander Vincent corner me outside the courthouse and insist that Alice and Alex belonged to him.

His public image was collapsing in real time.

By evening, his lawyers and public relations team had organized an emergency press conference.

One of his attorneys stepped in front of the cameras.

“Mr. Vincent was merely repeating statements that Mrs. Sun herself made during a private phone call.”

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“So he did ask her to leave her husband?”

The public relations manager quickly intervened.

“Mr. Vincent was baffled by Mrs. Sun’s allegations.”

Another reporter shouted, “Did he offer to drop the lawsuit in exchange for children?”

The manager visibly hesitated.

“We acknowledge that Mr. Vincent currently has no heirs.”

The room exploded.

“But Mr. Vincent is still young. He is barely in his thirties. He has plenty of time to start a family.”

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The explanation only made things worse.

one believed them.

The public had already made up its mind.

Alexander Vincent wasn’t a grieving uncle.

He was a powerful man using children to satisfy an obsession.

By the time we returned to the now empty Sun estate, Jason’s phone rang.

Mr. Stait.

“Jason, I need your help with a project.”

Jason thought of the mountain of paperwork waiting for him in his office and sighed.

“I can’t leave Sum Corporation right now.”

There was silence on the other end.

Jason smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“But Amber can take my place, we are going back to Sum in a few hours.”

I nearly laughed.

Mr. Stait sounded surprised.

“Really?”

Jason nodded.

“Unlike me, she owns companies that somehow continue functioning without her.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Are you jealous?”

“Absolutely.”

I laughed.

“Jason, you just need to hire more competent people.”

“I do.”

“No, you hire competent people and pay them to do five jobs at once.”

He looked offended.

“I pay them well.”

“Not well enough for the stress.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Traitor.”

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I kissed his cheek.

isionary entrepreneur.”

Mr. Stait laughed through the phone.

“I’ll call you later, Amber.”

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A Hidden enemy

Amber POV

Three hours later, we arrived at the airport.

Alice was asleep on my shoulder while Alex walked beside Jason, dragging his small suitcase.

We were halfway to the plane when Jason suddenly stopped.

His entire body tensed.

“Wait.”

I turned toward him.

“What happened?”

He was staring at the cockpit.

“Who’s flying that plane?”

The airport employee frowned.

“Our usual crew.”

Jason didn’t move.

“No.”

His voice had become frighteningly calm.

“That’s not my pilot.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

Jason narrowed his eyes.

“The uniform.”

I looked at him, confused.

“The safety clip is missing.”

“What safety clip?”

Jason immediately pulled out his phone.

“The one my old unit uses to signal that everything is secure.”

Within seconds, he was making calls.

Emory.

Mr. Stait.

Former members of his military team.

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The atmosphere changed instantly.

en in military uniforms stormed the runway.

The pilot tried to run.

He barely made it ten meters.

Alice woke up crying as armed soldiers surrounded the plane.

Alex grabbed my hand so tightly that it hurt.

“Dad?”

Jason knelt in front of him.

“It’s okay.”

But his face said the exact opposite.

An hour later, the truth emerged.

The entire crew had been hired under false identities.

The plane had never been intended to reach Sum.

A bomb disposal unit searched the aircraft.

Twenty minutes later, one of the soldiers emerged from beneath the nose of the plane.

“We found something.”

My blood ran cold.

Mr. Stait stared at the device in disbelief.

“A bomb.”

The false pilot sat handcuffed nearby.

“We were just doing our job,” he muttered.

Mr. Stait crouched in front of him.

“Do you really think the people who hired you planned to let you survive?”

The man frowned.

“What?”

Mr. Stait pointed toward the plane.

“That bomb was under the nose of the aircraft.”

The pilot’s face went pale.

“You weren’t supposed to land either.”

For the first time since his arrest, the man looked genuinely terrified.

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Alice was sobbing against my chest.

Alex sat beside Jason, silent, his small hands trembling.

I wasn’t scared anymore.

I was furious.

Someone had looked at my children and decided that they could dic.

Someone had decided that my babies, still growing inside me, were disposable.

Jason wrapped an arm around my waist.

“We’re not flying.”

I nodded immediately.

“We’re driving.”

Mr. Stait stepped forward.

“I’ll take you.”

Jason shook his head.

“No.”

He pulled out his phone once more.

“I want my truck.”

“The armored one?”

Jason nodded.

“The Hummer I left at the military base.”

Two hours later, it arrived.

Massive.

Black.

Built to survive a war.

We loaded our bags in silence.

Before climbing into the passenger seat, I looked back at the airport.

At the plane.

At the soldiers still surrounding it.

For months, our enemies had hidden behind lawyers, courts, and public appearances.

Not anymore.

This wasn’t a legal battle anymore.

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This wasn’t a fight over inheritance.

Someone had been willing to blow up a plane carrying my children.

They hadn’t tried to take Alice and Alex away.

They had tried to erase them.

And as Jason started the engine and we began the long drive back to Sum, I finally understood something terrifying.

Our enemies weren’t hiding their intentions anymore.

They truly wanted us dead.

I wasn’t in shock anymore.

That had ended the moment I saw Alice and Alex sleeping in the back of the Hummer.

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Alice was hugging her stuffed rabbit, her head resting against Alex’s shoulder. Alex was asleep too, one arm wrapped around his sister as if he could protect her even in his dreams.

They were alive.

My children were alive.

And now that I knew they were safe, all that remained inside me was anger.

Pure, blinding anger.

Outside, darkness swallowed the highway leading back to Sum. The headlights illuminated the empty road ahead while Jason drove in silence.

I stared through the windshield, replaying everything that had happened at the airport.

Someone had known we were flying back to Sum.

Not guessed.

Known.

They had known which plane we would use.

They had known our schedule.

They had known enough to replace the entire crew of Jason’s private jet.

And they had planted a bomb in less than twenty-nine minutes.

The security team had inspected the aircraft barely thirty minutes before we arrived. Jason himself had confirmed it.

The bomb hadn’t been there.

Which meant that whoever had done this had access to the airport, access to the plane, and access to information that should have been impossible to obtain.

I crossed my arms over my stomach.

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There was more.

They had copied the pilots’ uniforms perfectly.

They knew enough details to fool airport security.

But they hadn’t known about Jason’s safety protocol.

The tiny clip hidden inside the uniform jacket.

A meaningless detail to almost anyone else.

But not to Jason.

Not to the people who had worked with him.

I closed my eyes.

There were only two possibilities.

The real crew was unconscious somewhere.

Or they were dead.

Deep down, I already knew which possibility I believed.

They were dead.

Someone had murdered innocent people to get to us.

To get to Alice.

To get to Alex.

To get to the twins growing inside me.

My hand instinctively moved to my stomach.

For months, our enemies had hidden behind courtrooms and lawyers.

Now they had tried to blow up an airplane.

I turned toward Jason.

The dashboard lights illuminated his face, highlighting the exhaustion in his eyes.

And despite everything that had happened to us, despite the bomb and the trial and the threats…

He looked guilty.

As if this were somehow his fault.

“Jason.”

He didn’t answer.

“Hey.”

He finally glanced at me for a moment before turning back to the road.

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“They trusted me.”