Page 85 of The Billionaire’s Contract Bride

Tears brimmed in Aria’s eyes as she touched her stomach through her coat. “I haven’t told him yet.”

Evelyn looked toward the glass, where Damien stood vigilant in the hallway. “Tell him,” she urged gently. “Tell him before fear tells him first.”

Two hours later, Aria used the encrypted key card left on the chapel altar to bypass security and enter Augustus Blackthorne’s private archive beneath Blackthorne Tower. Damien and Lucien followed closely behind, weapons drawn but lowered.

The subterranean vault was lined with physical server stacks and tape reels containing forty years of documented family betrayals.

Celeste waited near the back wall beside a bank of playing monitors.

“You said to come without him,” Aria noted, stepping into the dim light.

“I needed to know whether he was capable of letting you make that choice,” Celeste replied calmly.

Damien’s jaw set, his voice dangerously low. “You poisoned Evelyn just to run a psychological test on me?”

“I didn’t poison her—Augustus did,” Celeste countered, sounding bored. “I stole the antidote from his private vault before he could use it as leverage.”

Celeste pressed play on an audio console. Augustus’s clipped, icy voice echoed through the concrete archive:

“The Vale woman will force Damien to expose Lucien’s security credentials. Once the wife loses trust in both men, she will naturally turn to the party who proves the guard innocent.”

A second voice answered on the recording.

Victor.

“And then?”

“She signs over the Vale trust, or her mother receives the terminal dose.”

Damien’s hand immediately dropped to his side arm, his knuckles turning white.

Aria caught his wrist, her grip firm and grounding. “Evidence first, Damien.”

Celeste observed their hands with a faint, sad smile. “He has changed.”

“No,” Aria said, looking up at Damien’s dark, fierce gaze. “He is changing. There is a significant difference.” But she said it with warmth, and an almost smile flickered across Damien’s face before he wiped it into careful neutrality again.

Additional recordings exposed years of Victor’s illegal offshore payments, Augustus’s illegal surveillance networks, and the precise execution of the aconitine poisoning. But the primary file concerning Elias Vale’s murder was conspicuously missing from the rack.

“Augustus moved it,” Celeste explained. “He believes the original paper ledger is still hidden somewhere with Evelyn.”

“Why did you work for him after you escaped?” Aria asked.

“Because Augustus found me six months after Damien let me go,” Celeste confessed quietly. “He threatened my sister’s children. Every year since, he has demanded one more piece of leverage to keep them safe.” She looked at Damien. “And now I am simply tired of surviving at everyone else’s expense.”

Before Damien could respond, high-pitched alarm sirens shattered the silence of the vault.

Red strobe lights flashed overhead as heavy footfalls echoed down the access corridor. A dozen armed federal agents flooded the archive, weapons raised and tactical flashlights cutting through the haze.

A lead federal agent stepped forward, unholstering a pair of steel handcuffs.

“Aria Vale-Blackthorne,” the agent declared, his voice booming off the concrete walls. “You are under arrest for federal wire fraud, grand theft of corporate assets, and criminal conspiracy.”

Damien instantly stepped between the agent and Aria, his body blocking her completely. Aria reached a hand out to steady him, even if a small part of her appreciated him being so sure she could not have done this. “On whose authority? On what evidence?”

The agent raised a thick, blue-labeled case file.

“Every fraudulent offshore account opened this week bears your wife’s verified digital signature,” the agent stated. “And every illegal transfer was authorized using her new independent trust credentials.”