Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Our Guard Sold Us Out

“We possess the key to the cage, Tristan states. He points to the list of account routing numbers. A leash works in both directions. If the dog realizes the

master lacks the food, the dog breas

“We cannot hand this ledger to the press,” I say. My mind races. I formulate a strategy. The Chairman takes control of the board. “The press will bury the story. The senators will claim the documents are forged. Sterling controls the national narrative. He will call the leak a desperate smear campaign by a fugitive. He will use his bought judges to suppress the evidence.

‘How do we break them?” Tristan asks. He watches my face. He waits for the command.

“We steal their money,” I say. I look up at my husband. A cold, ruthless smile touches my lips. “Ricardo possesses the routing numbers. He possesses the account passwords. We do not expose them to the media. We drain them. We take the millions Sterling gave them. We wire the funds to an untraceable

charity in a third-world country. We leave their offshore accounts empty. We watch them panic.”

“Can you execute the transfers, Ricardo?” Tristan asks the speaker.

‘I need two hours to build the ghost proxies, Ricardo replies. The sound of rapid typing bleeds through the audio feed. “I will bounce the signals through

fifty different servers. The SEC will hunt a phantom. By sunrise, every man on this list will possess a zero balance.”

“Do it, I order. “Bleed them dry.”

The plan forms a solid foundation. We will bankrupt the men hunting us. We will turn the political underworld against Prosecutor Sterling. A man without money possesses zero loyalty from criminals.

The green code reflects in Tristan’s eyes. We stand on the precipice of absolute ruin or total victory. We prepare to push the button. We prepare to detonate the financial lives of fifty powerful men.

Then, the hidden folder changes everything.

Ricardo interrupts the silence. “Mina. I found a restricted file buried beneath the financial logs.”

“Open it,’ I say.

The screen shifts. A single document appears. A communication log. A list of encrypted text messages sent to Sterling’s private terminal.

*Sterling receives updates every day from a source on the ground, Ricardo explains. Someone feeds him live intel on our movements. Someone tracks the

I stare at the name. The betrayal cuts deeper than a knife. The pain fractures my soul. Marcus. The man who took a bullet for me. The man who stood by my side in the corporate war. He sold us to the federal prosecutor

“Marcus,’ Tristan repeats. The name sounds foreign on his tongue. He bled for us. He guarded your door.”

“Sterling bought him,” I say. The cold reality sets in. “Sterling possesses endless resources. He found a price. He offered immunity. He offered money.”

“I will skin him alive, Tristan promises. He turns toward the duffel bags. He grabs a fresh magazine for his weapon. “We need a flight back to the capital. We need to reach the safehouse before Sterling’s strike team breaches the door.”

‘Ricardo,” I say to the screen. “Contact Diego on the emergency channel. Tell him to move Elias. Tell him Marcus is compromised.”

“The emergency channel is dead, Ricardo replies. A note of pure panic enters his voice. “The signal jammer activated ten minutes ago. Diego is cut off. He cannot hear us.”

The blood drains from my face. Sterling blocked the communications. Diego guards the bunker blind. He does not know a federal strike team hunts him. He

does not know his own team member holds the knife.

‘Get us a jet,” Tristan commands Ricardo. He shoves the weapons into his tactical vest. “I do not care about the cost. I do not care about the radar. Get me in the air in twenty minutes.”