Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 This Is a Personal Hit

“A proxy,” Ricardo interjected. He turned his chair around. “Someone on the outside has his power of attorney for this specific account. Someone who knows the Whitmore secrets. Someone who hates you enough to burn the eastern sector down just to watch you bleed.

“Celeste,” I said.

Tristan shook his head. ‘Celeste is in solitary confinement. After she escaped and held you at gunpoint in the boardroom, the marshals stripped her of all outside contact. She cannot communicate with anyone.”

“Then who?” I demanded. The frustration boiled over. “Who hates me this much? Who has access to Thomas Whitmore’s hidden billions?”

Tristan released my shoulders. He stepped away. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture of rare, unfiltered stress.

“I do not know,” Tristan admitted. “But they have unlimited resources. They know Aegis security protocols. They know the layout of our coastal house. This

is a personal vendetta masked as a corporate hostile takeover.”

The bloodline I tried to ignore was reaching out from the past, dragging its claws across my life. Thomas Whitmore’s toxic legacy refused to die. It infected

everything I touched.

‘We need to visit Thomas,” I said.

Tristan turned to face me. ‘No. You are not going near that prison.”

“He holds the answers,’ I argued. “He knows who controls that account. He knows who is targeting our son. I will sit in front of him, and I will tear the name

out of his throat.”

“Thomas is a master manipulator,” Tristan countered. He closed the gap between us again. “He wants you in that room, Mina. He wants to see the terror in your eyes. He wants to know his proxy is succeeding. If you walk into that prison, you give him the power.”

“I have the power!” I shouted. “I am the Chairman! I own the Johnston Group! I defeated him!”

“Then act like it!” Tristan fired back. His voice rivaled mine, a clash of titans in the small room. ‘Do not run to a prisoner begging for answers! He will use

your fear against you. He will spin a web of lies and enjoy watching you choke on them.”

I glared at him. My chest heaved.

Tristan did not back down. He stood his ground, a steady, unyielding wall. He was right. Thomas Whitmore fed on desperation. Walking into his visitation

room meant acknowledging he still controlled my life. It was a surrender.

I closed my eyes, I took a slow, deep breath, forcing the furious energy down into a tight, manageable knot in my stomach.

‘Fine,’ I said. I opened my eyes. The cold logic returned. “We do not go to Thomas.”

“How?” Ricardo asked. “The proxy used Pembroke as a shield. Now that Pembroke is exposed, the proxy will cut ties and disappear deeper into the

syndicate.

“We follow the money,” I stated. I looked at Ricardo. “You have the routing number. The account is dormant no more. Every time a dollar moves from that offshore bank to the syndicate, it leaves a digital footprint. Trace it. Track every transaction, no matter how small. Find the physical location of the server

processing the transfers.”

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Chapter 190 This Is a Personal Hit

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Tristan’s expression tightened Yes

What did you promise him?

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You told the part. I whispered

I bought a name. Tristan corrected You told me we share the dirt Miran This is the dist Wir the dark money network

When is his window”

mom his ghost shipment, and he gives us the rest of

“Tonight at midnight

I looked at the clock on the wall. Ten hours Ten hours until the Johnston Group facilitated an illegal syndicate operation. If the authorities caught the shipment, the resulting scandal would destroy Aegis, tank the stock, and end my reign as Chairman

But I needed the proxy I needed the name of the person standing outside Elias’s window. I would burn a hundred ports to keep my son safe.

“Confirm the window with Silas, I ordered. My vence lacked emotion. I severed my conscience from my duty Make sure Marcus removes our security teams from the docks. If we are crossing the line, we do not leave footprints.

Tristan held my gaze. He saw the shift in me. He saw the ruthless calculation taking root. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, a sharp contrast to the brutal reality of our choices.

“You are terrifying. Tristan murmured.

I am a Whitmore,” I said. The words tasted like bile, but I forced myself to swallow them is time I start acting like one.”

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