All Chapters of Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lyla’s POVTwo days had passed since Becky’s second arrest, and yet sleep refused to find me.The girls slept peacefully in their cribs. Jace kept watch with Collins, coordinating a full sweep of our home, background checks on staff, even double-tapping security lines. But I felt it in my bones—this wasn’t over.Becky’s warning rang like church bells in my head.“She’s already chosen her next target.”Who was she?I paced from one end of the room to the other, my mind clouded with who this "Architect" could be. I mean, she knew virtually everything about me, she's definitely someone closer than I thought. But who exactly is she? She stood there in an undisclosed underground facility outside the city, watching surveillance footage from a dozen screens. She was undeniably endowed, her fashion sense was top notch, her long brown hair flowed freely across her shoulders. She wore black gloves, rarely spoke, but when she did, her voice was as smooth as velvet, and as sharp as a blade cut

Lyla’s POVThe tea cup clinked gently as Collins set it down on the table. He didn’t notice the slight tremble in his hands. At least not yet. “I’ll have the new guards arrive before noon,” he said, wiping his mouth casually. “Anyone you trust in particular?”I smiled gently. “I trust you to make the right call.”His pupils had started to dilate. I smiled softly. The serum was working.The military-grade compound I’d slipped into his drink wasn’t detectable in standard tox screens. It didn’t alter memory or scramble the mind. It simply turned the volume up on truth—dialed it so loud a lie became physically impossible to say.I leaned forward, calm as still water.“Collins,” I said gently, “how long have you been working with the Architect?”The pause lasted two seconds too long.“Since the fire,” he said flatly.I blinked. “The orphanage fire?”He nodded.“That was over a decade ago. You—what do you mean?”He looked me dead in the eyes. “They saved me from the wreckage. I was suppose

Lyla’s POVThat night, I couldn’t sleep. The weight of the shocking revelation from Dr. Mayer pressed so hard on me. Even with Jace cuddled behind me and both our hands on my belly, a storm was still brewing in my mind.They’re not after me. They’re after what I carry.Every kick from the twins reminded me: their bloodline wasn’t just mine. It belonged to something far more dangerous. Something born in a lab, buried beneath government black sites, and now resurrected in the hands of the Architect.I slipped out of bed at 3:14 a.m.Jace stirred but didn’t wake.Downstairs, I slid open my laptop. I had one goal: Find the remaining files from Project Seraphim. If the Architect wasn't lying, then I wasn’t the only one. There were others.And maybe—just maybe—one of them survived.After four hours of digital digging and one untraceable proxy into an encrypted defense archive, I found it.Subject 03ACodename: "Gabriel"Status: Retained – Off-gridProject Role: Behavioral Prototype – Enhan

Lyla's POV After the incident, life went back to normal, to its usual hustle and buzzling. But while we were relaxed and thought that the Architect's reign died with her code. That peace could be coded back into the world like a firewall. But peace is never permanent apparently when blood remembers.Deep beneath the frost-ridden city of Australia, in a facility cloaked in electromagnetic silence, a woman stood before the embryonic remnants of a war long thought ended.Seraphina, twenty-one years old. Raised in secrecy by the last loyalists of the Architect’s bloodline. Not born—but built.She was the perfect shadow. Not a clone. Not a daughter. A weapon with emotions calibrated just enough to manipulate.The lab walls shimmered with biometric maps. One showed Lyla’s DNA spiral interwoven with Jace’s—Chimera-7.“They think they’ve won,” Seraphina said coldly to the masked board seated before her. “But their children carry the seed of what’s next.”Behind her, a glass cylinder opened,

Lyla’s POV The floodlights overhead began to hum, pulsing once—then twice—as if sensing the tension in the air.Seraphina didn’t move. “You’re not here to destroy the Syndicate,” she said rashly. “You’re here because you’re scared of what will happen if you don’t stop me.”“You’re right.” I replied, stepping forward. That made Seraphina pause.“You’re right,” I continued, drawing the compact blade from her belt. “Because we’ve seen what monsters like you do when the world’s asleep.”Seraphina tilted her head. “And yet you brought your ghosts with you.” She glanced at Gabriel. “Poor thing still thinks he gets to choose what he is.”Gabriel’s jaw clenched. He could hear her voice—the one that had once promised him salvation. Power. Purpose. He had followed her, believed in her... until the Architect’s programming shattered and truth flooded in.“Do it,” Jace hissed beside him, his voice sharp. “Take the shot.”But Gabriel didn’t. Not yet. He couldn’t.Not until he understood why she s