A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 376

Amber POV

After that, everything started to spiral.

Apparently, publicly declaring war against a human-trafficking network while six months pregnant had consequences.

Who knew?

My grandfather called before we'd even made it back to the castle. He didn't bother with a greeting.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that someone needed to say it."

"Amber, you named three powerful families on live television."

"Yes. I remember. I was there."

"Do not get smart with me."

I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear and looked at Jason. He was sitting beside me in the car, pretending not to listen while very obviously listening.

"Grandpa, I'm fine."

"You declared war."

"Against human trafficking."

"That clarification is not making me feel better."

"It should."

"It doesn't."

I sighed and rested my head against the seat.

"I wasn't going to stay quiet after hearing Rose and Iris."

His silence told me he understood that, even if he didn't like it.

Finally, Grandpa sighed.

"Increase security."

"Already done."

"Don't go anywhere alone."

"Jason already threatened everyone within a ten-mile radius with death if they let me out of the castle."

Jason looked at me.

"I didn't say death."

I covered the phone.

"It was heavily implied."

"It was not."

Grandpa heard him.

"Good. At least one of you has common sense."

Traitor.

But my grandfather wasn't the only one worried.

The Ember group began contacting me almost immediately.

Some of the women we'd helped reconnect with their real families were terrified that my public declaration would draw attention toward them. We'd spent months quietly helping people reclaim what their families had lost: land, companies, trusts, inheritances, identities. Many of them had children of their own now, and their greatest concern wasn't money.

It was whether the people who had stolen from their families would come after their children next.

I understood.

But the situation had changed.

"The spotlight is on me," I told them during a secure group call. "That's exactly why you shouldn't stop."

Several faces stared back at me.

One of the women shook her head. "Amber, this could expose us."

"Eventually, yes. But right now everyone is looking at me, Jason, the Vincents, the Beckers, and the Vinnys. Every reporter wants to know what I'm doing next."

I smiled.

"So while they're watching me, it's your time to shine."

That got their attention.

"Reclaim your land. File for your family assets. Challenge fraudulent ownership transfers. Recover your companies. Protect your children and document everything. Don't do anything illegally and don't give anyone an excuse to make you look like aggressors. But don't hide anymore."

For generations, these families had survived by convincing their victims that reclaiming what belonged to them would only bring more suffering.

That advantage was disappearing.

One by one, claims began to be filed.

Old land transfers were challenged.

Dormant trusts were reopened.

Companies that had supposedly belonged to certain families for generations suddenly faced documentation proving otherwise.

People began asking where those assets had actually come from.

And, more importantly, parents began safeguarding their children.

The Owen family would remain with us at the castle for the time being. Franklin's mother had initially resisted the idea of relocating, but after everything that happened on the island—and after discovering that her son had secretly joined a military competition on his eighteenth birthday—her tolerance for risk had understandably disappeared.

The castle was becoming less of a home and more of a heavily fortified family shelter.

Considering our lives, that was probably appropriate.

The backlash against the Vincents was worse than even I'd anticipated.

Their first response was predictable.

Denial.

They claimed the accusations were fabricated. They insisted Alexander Vincent's actions didn't represent the family. They accused governments, competing corporations, and even me of manipulating frightened victims to destroy their reputation.

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