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My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy Six
Board’s GambitValenticias POV~“Clara Vane, tech support,” I said, forcing calm into my voice despite the tremor pounding in my chest, and thrusting a fake badge at the security desk of Seryne’s glassy high-rise. The guard, his eyes glacial beneath the lobby’s chandeliers of crystal, nodded, beckoning for me to pass forward. My heart was thumping, my tech assistant disguise — a black blazer, fake glasses, brunette wig — felt like a construction-paper shield against Galden’s empire. The elevator buzzed upward, delivering me to the 40th floor where Gregor’s board gathered in their Lazareth serum ties, the secret I would reveal. Rosanna’s file, nestled in the bottom of my satchel, seared my side, claiming that Dr. Patel’s brother, Ravi, a spy who supplied Gregor with information—is Patel compromised? A grim spike of fear went through me, like a cold blade, shattering trust that I had only recently rebuilt. My fingers found the locket Eleanor gave me, the silver rose a link to my mother
My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy Five
The Final StageRosanna's POV~The old theatre of Seryne was a ruin of decayed glory, its velvet curtains torn, its atmosphere as laden with dust as with the ghostly echo of clapping long gone. I lurked in the shadows of the balcony, strands of silver hair tucked beneath a dark scarf, my hands pressed against the broken railing, fear stabbing keen in my chest. Beneath, on the splintered boards of the stage, Valencia stood opposite Dr. Elias Marrow, her dark hair aglow in a dim spotlight, her pose defiant, although I’d glimpsed the tremble she tried to conceal. I felt it in my heart, fear was a savage sword—she’s so young, so brave. The memory chip’s revelations, Gregor Galden’s serum stash, Natasha’s uncovered leak—this was all forming a noose tightening around my granddaughter, my Eleanor’s heritage. The silence of the theater was oppressive, Seryne’s midnight still shattered only by the straining of old wood, and I leaned forward, my shawl slipping, fear whispering what if we lose h
My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy Four
Memory’s DawnValenticia's POV~Dr. Patel’s sterile Seryne lab was a bastion of white walls and gleaming machines, in direct contrast to the storm roiling in my chest. I was lying in a reclining chair, sleeve rolled up, the pinch of the IV needle echoing dimly against the fear throbbing through my veins like a deafening drum. The antidote, a pale amber liquid, glinted in the vial under the fluorescent lights as Patel set the drip, his glasses slipping down his nose. I suddenly feared, only one rational thought clawing its way through to my brain—what if this breaks me?! The serum-reversal protocol that I had snatched from Dr. Marrow’s secret lab was unproven, promising to return my memories yet overshadowed by a red and terrible warning: Neural overload. Fingers clutching Eleanor’s locket, warm silver rose pressed into my palm, mother’s voice—Hush, my star—fragile anchor amid the storm. Rosanna was sitting beside me, her silver hair reflecting the light, her hand locked on mine, whis
My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy Three
Natasha’s StrikeNatasha's POV~I stood at a folding table — my makeshift command center, littered with burner phones, encrypted drives and a laptop whose cold blue luminous sliced my face with harsh shadows. I whispered so low it was more of a venomous hiss, “Valenticia is done.” My fingers jittered across the keys as I typed, closing off a serum seepage—Lazareth’s mind-control concoction, ready to sell on the black market, a gamble to put me beyond Gregor Galden’s chokehold. My leather jacket creaked as I moved, auburn hair falling into one eye, and flickers of fear like a bad spark—he’s a betrayer, isn’t he? Gregor’s leash, his arrest a smug taunt on Seryne’s news feeds, was a chain I’d shatter, my ambition a blaze to show my worth. Valenticia Clawford’s ceaseless poking—her auction hack revealing Lena Voss, her Marrow lab infiltration—was a knife across my plans, her doggedness unbalancing, her reflection my hunger, a teeth-chewing erosion of sanity.The time I had spent in Dr. V
My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy Two
Gregor’s MaskGregor's POV~The safe house at Seryne looked like a fortress made of cold gray concrete, its walls as scrubbed bare as my grin in the cracked mirror, my gray suit immaculate as if it were cut from that unforgiving fleece that had coated my face and head on the way across town. I was stretched out in a steel chair, a glass of scotch in hand, the amber notes of the liquor profiling the flicker of the dome light sucked through the news wire feed looping on a burner phone: Gregor Galden captures in Lazareth sting. "Valenticia's blind," I whispered, voice icy and my lips curled in a triumphant sneer. The arrest was a joke, a legitimate play with a paid stand-in collared, to put my niece to sleep well. Fear? Absent. Unassailable, my empire — the serum of Lazareth, which could control the minds, unbreakable. I sipped the scotch, sharp bite, and opened a secure tablet, finished ironing out plans for the serum’s release: black-market purchasers already queued, distribution cente
My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress! Chapter Seventy One
The Narrow PathValenticia's POV~I huddled near the rusted steel door that concealed Dr. Marrow’s lab, and it was wet with sea spray and a skittering streetlamp left flinty shadows jagged across my face. The faint light of my laptop flickered, casting shivers on my hand as I hacked the security: a fury of code racing across the screen. Elen’s escape, Natasha Anderson’s terrifying intercom message—You’re trapped—rang in my ears, and panic gripped my throat—is she watching me? The vial containing the antidote, locked in the safe of the Clawford estate, was a distant beacon, it's warning of neural overload a specter that loomed over my every step. I inhaled with thin, ragged gasps, the salty tang of Seryne’s sea cutting into my lungs, and I broke the system, the cameras stopping, locks popping open with a soft click. Here I am, I thought, slipping into the door, my boots making no sounds on the wet cement, fear following me in Seryne’s night like a shadow that wouldn’t leave me be. The
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