The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The Final Trap “We found her,” Cole’s contact said. “She’s in Paris.” “Running?” I asked. “No. Waiting.” Vanessa knew we’d follow. “She’s baiting us,” Cole said. “We have to go anyway.” He booked a flight that night. In Paris, we traced her to an elite hotel. The concierge said she was expecting us. That confirmed it—Vanessa wasn’t hiding. She wanted us there. We entered the suite cautiously. Vanessa stood by the window, smiling. “Well, well. Mr. and Mrs. Hart.” “This ends now,” Cole said. “Oh, I agree. But with one twist.” She tossed a file on the table. Photos. Of me. With another man. Faked. Clearly edited. She grinned. “Proof of infidelity. That’ll void your prenup.” “There is no prenup,” I spat. “Not anymore. Cole removed it.” She faltered. “You’ve lost,” Cole said. “We have every email, transfer, and fake ID you used. You’re going to prison.” Vanessa’s smile cracked. I walked up to her. “You tried to ruin me. But all you did was show me who I really am.” She lunged. Cole pulled me back. Security burst in, tackling her to the ground. “It’s over,” I whispered. But outside, as we walked away, a man in a black suit stopped us. “Mr. Hart?” “Yes?” “You’re being investigated for obstruction and aiding a fugitive.” “What?” The man held out a badge. “Cole Hart, you’re under arrest.”