A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 360

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She smiled.

of them.”

Jason and I went upstairs quietly.

Iris’s door was partially open.

We didn’t enter.

We simply stood there.

Alice was sprawled sideways across the bed, one leg hanging over the edge.

Alex was sleeping beside her.

Rose had apparently fallen asleep on the floor before someone covered her with a blanket.

And Iris was trapped against the headboard because the younger children had somehow taken over her entire bed

Jason leaned against the doorframe.

I felt his hand find mine.

Nobody had been kidnapped.

Nobody had been hurt.

They were home.

Safe.

For tonight, that was enough.

We watched them for several minutes before quietly closing the door.

Later, when Jason and I finally climbed into bed, neither of us immediately slept.

I could feel him staring at the ceiling.

“What?”

He didn’t answer.

“Jason.”

“I’m sorry.”

I turned toward him.

“We’ve already had this conversation.”

“I know.”

“Then stop apologizing.”

“I can’t.”

He looked at me.

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“I volunteered you for that mission.”

eighed.

“Jason–”

“I thought you’d be behind a computer.”

“So did I.”

“Amber.”

His voice cracked slightly.

“I put you in danger.”

He placed his hand against my stomach.

“And them.”

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“You didn’t create the island.”

“But I sent you there.”

“And I agreed to go.”

“You didn’t know what it was.”

“Neither did you.”

He looked away.

“The children could have lost both of us.”

That one hurt.

Because he was right.

For a moment, I didn’t answer.

Then I moved closer and rested my forehead against his.

“We came home.”

“Barely.”

“But we did.”

Jason closed his eyes.

I touched his cheek.

“We can’t change what happened. We can only learn from it.”

His hand remained protectively over my stomach.

“No more volunteering you for military missions.”

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I smiled.

That’s probably a reasonable marriage rule.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

He opened his eyes.

“And no more islands.”

“That one might be difficult.”

He stared at me.

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I couldn’t help it.

I laughed.

Jason groaned and pulled me against him.

Somewhere down the hall, our children were sleeping together because apparently none of them wanted to be alone.

Tomorrow, we would deal with the Vincents.

Oliver.

The second trafficking network.

The accusations.

And the island I couldn’t get rid of.

But tonight, I was home.

Jason was home.

Our children were safe.

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One day

Amber POV

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I didn’t even get one full day.

That was all I wanted.

One day.

Twenty-four uninterrupted hours in which nobody was kidnapped, nobody tried to kill us, nobody demanded custody of one of our children, and nobody uncovered another international criminal organization.

Apparently, that was too much to ask.

I woke up to my phone vibrating against the nightstand.

Jason groaned beside me.

“Ignore it.”

“I can’t.”

“You absolutely can.”

I reached for it.

He grabbed my wrist without opening his eyes.

“Amber.”

“What?”

“We survived an island, a massacre, and a category-five hurricane. We deserve one morning.”

The phone stopped.

I smiled.

“See? Problem solved.”

It immediately started ringing again.

Jason opened his eyes.

“I hate our lives.”

I checked the screen.

Pamela.

That meant I couldn’t ignore it.

“Hello?”

“Turn on the news.”

Of course.

Ten minutes later, Jason and I were downstairs with coffee, watching Alexander Vincent give a press conference.

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“My son is currently being held by the River City military.’

Jason nearly choked.

“His son?”

I stared at the screen. J

Alexander stood surrounded by reporters and lawyers.

“For three weeks, I believed my child was being held somewhere on that island. I went there because I was being blackmailed with his life.”

He paused.

“I found him alive.”

Cameras flashed.

“And now River City’s military refuses to release him to me.”

I put down my coffee.

“Technically, they aren’t refusing to release him. They’re refusing to hand an traumatized eleven-year-old to a stranger.”

Jason nodded.

“Important distinction.”

Alexander continued.

“They will not even allow me to meet him privately.”

A reporter shouted, “Has the child been confirmed as your biological son?”

Alexander’s expression hardened.

“We are working on confirmation.”

“So you don’t know?”

“I know.”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Apparently DNA is optional when you’re a Vincent.”

Before Alexander could continue, the broadcast changed.

Mr. Stait appeared.

And unlike Alexander, he didn’t bring lawyers.

He brought evidence.

“Oliver Vincent is not a prisoner.”

Behind him appeared photographs from the island.

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The tunnels.

he underground rooms.

The hatch.

The women.

Then Oliver’s rescue record appeared with identifying information censored.

“This eleven-year-old child was discovered alongside six women who had escaped an area of the island used as á human hunting ground.”

The reporters became silent.

Mr. Stait continued.

“He had been kidnapped.”

Another photograph appeared.

“He was terrified, dehydrated, and unaware that Alexander Vincent claimed to be his father.”

Alexander’s narrative collapsed almost instantly.

“The child does not know Mr. Vincent,” Mr. Stait said. “Whatever biological relationship may exist between them does not change that.”

I nodded slowly.

“Good.”

Jason smiled.

“He isn’t giving Alexander an inch.”

“He shouldn’t.”

Mr. Stait looked directly into the cameras.

“Our responsibility is to protect the child, establish his identity, investigate his kidnapping, and help him process what happened.”

Another reporter shouted, “Will Alexander Vincent eventually be allowed access?”

“That decision will be made according to the child’s welfare and the investigation.”

Simple.

Clean.

And considerably more reasonable than Alexander’s accusation that the military had stolen his son.

Unfortunately, Alexander wasn’t our biggest problem that morning.

Because the accused families had started talking.

And this time, they weren’t only defending themselves.

They were pointing fingers.

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One family released a statement claiming that while the Vincents had never personally participated in a hunt, they had helped organize access to the island.

Another claimed introductions had been arranged through intermediaries connected to the Vincent network.

A third went further.

They accused the Vincents of helping identify wealthy clients interested in the hunts.

I stared at the television.

“There it is.”

Jason’s expression hardened.

“The connection.”

“Maybe.”

I wasn’t accepting anything without evidence anymore.

Not after everything we had gotten wrong.

The families accusing the Vincents were desperate.

Desperate people lied.

But desperate people also exposed each other.

Emory called less than an hour later.

“The island has officially been declared a crime scene.”

I sighed.

“My island.”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hate saying that.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I absolutely will not.”

He laughed.

“River City and Sum are submitting formal requests for access.”

“For what?”

“Full forensic investigation.”

I immediately became serious.

“Together?”

“Joint operation. River City wants to investigate the hunting grounds. Sum wants access because of the possible Vincent connection and the trafficking investigation.”

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“Do they need my permission?”

The island belongs to you.”

I closed my eyes.

Of course they did.

“Send me whatever I need to sign.”

Jason looked at me.

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“People died there.”

I looked toward the television.

“Search every centimeter.”

Emory became quiet.

“That’s essentially what they intend to do.”

“Then they have permission.”

I hung up.

Jason slid a plate toward me.

“Eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Amber.”

I looked at him.

He pointed at my stomach.

“You’re feeding three people.”

I reluctantly picked up a piece of toast.

“Not even one day.”

He smiled sympathetically.

“You almost got twelve hours.”

“Luxury.”

Then my phone rang again.

I stared at it.

Jason stared at it.

Neither of us moved.

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“Maybe if we ignore it, they’ll assume we’re dead,” he suggested.

Considering the last week, that’s entirely believable.”

The phone continued ringitig.

I checked the number.

Encrypted.

My expression changed.

Jason noticed.

“Who?”

“The Ember Association.”

I answered.

“Amber Asher.”

A woman’s voice came through.

“Mrs. Asher, we finished tracing the families from the island.”

I immediately put the call on speaker.

Jason sat straighter.

“What did you find?”

There was a pause.

Then Alison Sparks spoke.

“All of them.”

I frowned.

“All of what?”

“Every family publicly identified as having participated in the hunts.”

I stopped chewing.

“What about them?”

“They’re connected.”