Lahat ng Kabanata ng Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Fractured LinesThe safehouse was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded hours earlier. Elena sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, her head resting against the wall as she replayed the events in her mind. The destruction of the warehouse had been a bittersweet victory. They had stopped the drones, but Hawthorne had slipped through their grasp once again, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and devastation. Dante walked in, tossing his empty gun holster onto the table. “You should rest,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “I can’t,” Elena replied without looking at him. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of exhaustion. “Hawthorne’s still out there, and now we’re back to square one.” “You’re not square one, Elena,” Aleksandr said, entering the room with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. He placed it on the table in front of her. “You shut down the drones. That’s something.” Elena finally looked up. “Is it? Hawthorne’s always five steps

Ashes and ShadowsThe helicopter thundered through the night, the coastline shrinking into the distance. The faint glow of fire on the horizon marked where the tower had stood moments ago a temporary victory etched in destruction. But Elena couldn’t celebrate. The fourth man’s shadow loomed over her thoughts. He was still out there, waiting, watching, always one step ahead. Vargas leaned over, his expression a mixture of concern and exhaustion. “We’ve bought some time, but Hawthorne won’t stop. He’ll double his efforts after this.” Elena nodded, barely hearing him. Her fingers traced the edges of a bloodstained map she had salvaged from one of the mercenaries. It was incomplete, torn, but it bore coordinates locations Hawthorne deemed important enough to protect. Dante, slumped in the seat across from her, spoke up. “That map better lead somewhere good because we’re running out of everything—ammo, time, and options.” “It leads to answers,” Elena said, her voice firm. “We’re

Shadows in the AshesThe helicopter soared into the night, the fiery glow of Hawthorne's empire still visible in the distance, fading with every passing second. Elena stared out of the window, the wind whipping through her hair, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. They had won at least for now but there was a heaviness that clung to her, a weight she couldn’t place.“Are we sure we got them all?” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone hard and questioning. “We got Hawthorne,” Elena replied, but even to herself, the words felt hollow. “That was the key piece.”“Maybe,” Aleksandr said, leaning forward in his seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “But Hawthorne was just one part of a much larger machine. You don’t just dismantle a network like that with one blow. Someone else is out there, someone with the power to rebuild it all.”Luca, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his laptop, nodded in agreement. “I’ve been digging through his data contact

Lazarus’s GambitThe faint smirk on Lazarus’s face told Elena everything she needed to know he was about to make his move. Before she could react, Lazarus pulled a concealed device from his pocket and pressed a button. The explosion wasn’t massive, but it was enough to send a shockwave through the east wing, destabilizing the floor beneath them. Elena stumbled, barely keeping her balance as the ground cracked and splintered. Lazarus used the momentary chaos to lunge toward a hidden corridor, disappearing into the shadows. “Elena!” Dante’s voice rang through her earpiece. “What just happened? Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she snapped, sprinting after Lazarus. “He’s trying to escape through the underground tunnels. I’m not letting him get away.” “We’re coming to you,” Aleksandr said. “Don’t!” Elena barked. “Secure the exits and neutralize the guards. I’ll handle him.” “Elena—” Luca began to protest, but she had already muted her comms, her focus narrowing to the chase. The

The Serpent StrikesThe dim glow of the command center cast eerie shadows on the walls as Elena reviewed the latest intelligence. The Hydra’s Prague headquarters lay in ruins, and the fallout from their victory rippled across the globe. Several of the Hydra’s satellite operations had gone dark, but the celebrations were short-lived. A report from Vargas had arrived earlier that morning, carrying an ominous message: “The Hydra is far from dead. It’s adapting.”Retaliation BeginsIt started with the small things. First, their safehouses were compromised. Supplies were stolen or destroyed, and trusted informants went missing. Then came the coordinated strikes: their allies around the world were systematically targeted, forcing Elena’s team into constant motion to stay ahead of the Hydra’s shadow. But the real blow came three weeks later. Elena and her team were in Istanbul, regrouping after another successful mission dismantling a Hydra weapons depot. Just as they began debriefing,