บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Bay City pulsed with tension. The skyline stood tall and unwavering, but beneath the surface, power plays and betrayals simmered like a storm on the horizon. Darwin Solomon had spent years building his empire, brick by brutal brick. Now, it stood on the verge of collapse.William Newton had made his move, and it was a masterstroke. The allegations of financial misconduct had triggered a federal investigation, shaking the very foundation of Solomon Enterprises. Investors were pulling out. Allies were wavering. And the media? They smelled blood in the water.But Darwin wasn’t out of the fight just yet.Fiona sat in his office, watching as he paced back and forth, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, controlled, but she could hear the razor-sharp edge beneath it. He was fighting to keep his company intact, negotiating with board members, calling in favors, doing everything in his power to stop the bleeding.Yet, she could see it—the toll it was taking. The exhaustion in his eyes.

Fiona’s grip on her phone tightened as she stared at the message. The words burned into her mind.You think this is over? You’ve only just begun.Her pulse quickened, but she refused to let fear take hold. Fear was exactly what they wanted. Whoever had sent this wasn’t just issuing a warning—they were letting her know that she was still a target.Thalassa’s eyes flicked to Fiona’s face, reading her reaction before returning to the phone screen. She didn’t waste time with words of reassurance. Instead, she reached for Fiona’s laptop, already searching for ways to track the message’s origin.“This isn’t William,” Thalassa muttered. “He’s too busy dealing with the media firestorm.”Fiona exhaled sharply, her thoughts racing. “Then who?”Before Thalassa could answer, a knock at the door made them both freeze.Fiona glanced at the clock—too late for casual visitors.Thalassa rose first, moving toward the door cautiously. She peered through the peephole and let out a breath. “It’s Darwin.”

The armored SUV sped through the darkened streets, the city blurring past as Darwin, Fiona, Thalassa, and Lucas sat in tense silence. The echoes of gunfire still rang in their ears, and the weight of Lucas’s revelation hung thick in the air.The Echelon.A secretive network of power brokers with their hands in everything from corporate empires to government policies. They weren’t just fighting a businessman with a grudge anymore. They had declared war on a shadow organization that had remained untouchable for decades.Darwin exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “No more games,” he said. “Tell us everything.”Lucas sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed ahead. “The Echelon operates in cells. Each member controls a sector—finance, technology, media, law enforcement. William was just one of many. His job was to keep you in check, Darwin.”Fiona’s stomach twisted. “So when we took him down…”Lucas nodded. “You made them bleed. And the Echelon doesn’t toler

The world around William Ashford was beginning to crumble.The proof Fiona and Thalassa had uncovered was damning—offshore accounts, fraudulent payments, and direct evidence linking him to the smear campaign. It was only a matter of time before the truth went public.And William knew it.Sitting in his private study, he gripped a glass of whiskey, his knuckles white as he stared at the news reports flooding in.The backlash had begun.Several journalists had retracted their statements, claiming they had been "misled by unreliable sources." Financial analysts were questioning the legitimacy of the attacks on Solomon Enterprises, and whispers of William’s involvement were gaining traction.More dangerously, some of his most powerful allies—those within the Echelon—had started to distance themselves.A weak link was a liability.And William Ashford refused to be anyone’s liability.He set the glass down and reached for his phone. He had one last play left.A desperate one.But it would h

Darwin Solomon had spent years playing by the rules. That era was over.The explosion at the estate had been the final warning. William wasn’t running anymore. He was hunting.And Darwin had no intention of being the prey.Fiona stood beside him in the secure bunker beneath their property, her face illuminated by the dim glow of computer screens. Thalassa sat at a workstation, fingers flying across the keyboard. Lucas paced near the door, weapon in hand, scanning the security feeds.“Any word on the attackers?” Darwin asked, his voice steady.Thalassa didn’t look up. “They were professionals. No identifiers, no digital footprint.” She tapped a few keys, narrowing her search. “But…”Darwin and Fiona stepped closer.Thalassa turned the screen toward them. “I traced their escape route. They were extracted by an unregistered chopper heading west. Only one organization has the resources to pull that off without a trace.”Fiona exhaled. “The Echelon.”Lucas clenched his jaw. “They’re not ev