Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The cold Zurich air carried a sense of unease as Fiona, Darwin, and their team settled into their new safe house. The previous battle had left them battered but not broken. They had struck a major blow against Lucian, but they knew he wasn’t the kind of man to accept defeat quietly. Marcus was the first to speak as he scanned his laptop. “Lucian’s network is in chaos. Graves is officially burned. His accounts are frozen, and every major financial institution is flagging his transactions.” Thalassa leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “That means Lucian is desperate. And desperate men are unpredictable.” Fiona sat on the edge of the table, her mind racing through their options. “We’ve forced his hand, but he still has resources. He’ll retaliate, and we need to be ready.” Darwin exhaled sharply. “Then we go on the offensive.” Isabelle checked the security feed. “We need to find out where Lucian is holed up. He’s too smart to be out in the open.” Marcus’s fingers flew across the

The air in the Zurich safe house was thick with tension. The video they had just watched still lingered in everyone’s minds. The Echelon was not defeated. If anything, they had just been provoked. Fiona exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "So we cut off the head of the snake, and now the body is lashing out. We need a plan." Darwin nodded, pacing near the window. "We have their financial records and safe houses. We can track their movements, but they already know we’re coming. We need to be one step ahead." Thalassa leaned back against the couch, her sharp eyes assessing the room. "They have power, influence. What we need is leverage. Something to force them into the open." Marcus tapped away on his laptop. "That might be harder than it sounds. The Echelon operates in shadows. Every time we take one of their members down, another takes their place. But..." He trailed off, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "There’s a name that keeps coming up in their encrypted messages—

The media storm ignited by the leaked files spread like wildfire. Every major news outlet dissected the revelations, exposing names that once seemed untouchable. Protests grew in intensity, and the world demanded accountability. But Fiona knew better than to believe their fight was over. At the safe house, the team remained on high alert. The air was thick with tension as they watched the fallout unfold on the news. Marcus monitored chatter from intelligence circles, tracking the movements of those who still held power within Lucian’s crumbling empire. "There’s a problem," he announced, eyes fixed on his screen. "Several high-profile figures have vanished. No official resignations, no public statements—just gone." Darwin frowned. "That means they’re regrouping. They won’t take this lying down." Fiona exhaled sharply. "We expected this. They’ll strike back. We just don’t know when or how." Thalassa, pacing near the window, added, "We rattled the cage, but the beast isn’t dead yet

The tension in the safe house was thick, an unspoken weight pressing down on them as they absorbed the implications of their meeting with Morrigan. The woman was unlike any adversary they had faced before—calculated, controlled, and entirely unshaken. She hadn’t threatened them outright, but her words had carried a far more insidious warning: they were playing a game much bigger than they had realized, and she had just invited them to the next level. Fiona ran a hand through her hair, pacing near the window. “She knew exactly how to find us, how to draw us in. That means we’ve already underestimated her.” Darwin leaned against the table, arms crossed. “She wants us to believe we have a choice. That we can either join her or become casualties.” “She’s right about one thing,” Thalassa murmured from her seat in the corner. “Lucian’s fall left a power vacuum. And it’s naive to think it would just disappear.” Marcus, who had been silent until now, looked up from his laptop. “She’s als

The silence in the safe house felt different now—heavier, more suffocating. After their daring mission in Zurich, the team had returned, expecting some form of reprieve. Instead, the weight of their actions pressed on them. Fiona sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers idly tapping her phone, eyes flickering over the reports Marcus had sent. The glow of the screen only illuminated the exhaustion that had settled in her bones. Darwin paced the room, his thoughts elsewhere. He ran his hand through his hair, each step heavy with the knowledge of what was coming. The clock on the wall ticked louder in the quiet room, every second passing with unbearable tension. "We’ve hit her, but we haven’t broken her," Fiona muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. Darwin stopped pacing, turning toward her. "I know," he replied. "But we’re getting closer. That’s what matters." Marcus was at his laptop, the blue light from the screen illuminating his face as he sifted through data. "Morriga