All Chapters of Fool Me Once: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Jeffery’s POVThe room was quiet, but my mind roared as if it were on a battlefield.I stared at the blurry satellite images Anton had pulled up on the screen - coordinates in the Alps. A compound, shielded by high fences and surveillance drones. The last known location of the woman I loved.Cassie.The fixer's network had done its job - fast, surgical, and expensive. I didn't care about the price; I would drain my inheritance and burn my empire to the ground if it meant getting her back."She's there," Anton confirmed, tapping a finger on the screen. "Your girl. She's been moved around, but this place... It's Elise's fallback estate.""I want a team," I said, standing. "We go tonight."Anton lit a cigarette as if this were just another day at the office. "She's protected, Richards, with armed security and tech-grade jammers. If you rush in like a hero, we'll be scraping you off the mountainside."I clenched my jaw. Each second we waited, Cassie was trapped in that lion's den with Eli

Jeffery’s POVThe message from Anton came through in encrypted code.ANTON: DNA lab compromised. We’re not just chasing ghosts - they’re building them.I stared at the screen, the message pulsing like a threat in neon, and my blood ran cold.“Compromised how?” I called him immediately, pacing the penthouse suite in Zurich, where we’d relocated temporarily for safety.Anton’s voice was sharp, but laced with restrained panic. “The test Elise sent? The one tying Cassie to Edward? I finally tracked the lab that processed it. The chain of custody was falsified. It's not real, Jeffery. The data was overridden before it even hit their internal servers.”I stopped dead."Are you saying Cassie isn’t-"“I’m saying the DNA evidence Elise is pushing is part of something bigger. Someone’s trying to rewrite her bloodline.”I closed my eyes. Elise was making history - and using every ounce of Edward’s ghost to do it.“She’s breaking Cassie from the inside out,” I muttered.“Worse,” Anton added. “She

Jeffery’s POVThe elevator descended slowly into the sub-basement beneath Anton’s private Zurich safe house - an old repurposed intelligence bunker buried beneath the city like a forgotten sin. Every floor we passed felt like shedding another layer of illusion, another level down into Edward’s paranoia.Anton stood beside me, silent, jaw tight, his hand resting near the inside of his coat like he expected a ghost to greet us when the doors opened.“This protocol,” I asked, my voice low, “how bad is it?”Anton gave a dry laugh. “Worse than bad. It’s nuclear.”The doors hissed open.We stepped into a dim, temperature-controlled room lit by harsh fluorescents and the soft hum of servers lining every wall. In the center of the room sat an antique-looking console, brushed steel and blinking lights, out of place in the high-tech space around it.“This was Edward’s core,” Anton explained. “Built it in secret. Independently wired. Not even your CTO knows it exists. Only the original architect

Jeffery’s POVThe first time I heard of the Black Archive, I thought it was a myth - one of those whispered legends executives used to scare each other into silence.Turns out, it was real.Anton met me in a dimly lit, private garage under Geneva’s old financial district. He handed me a black-gloved keycard. No markings, no words - just a chipped corner and the weight of history.“This is it,” he said, his voice gruff. “Edward’s last vault. The one he didn’t trust even his own lawyers to know existed.”Beside me, Cassie shivered under her trench coat, not from cold, but from the pressure. She hadn’t slept in 48 hours. I could see it in the slight twitch at the corner of her left eye - the one she thought she could hide behind a smoky stare.“We need to be fast,” she murmured. “If Elise finds out…”“She already knows,” I said bitterly. “That’s why we move now.”The building above was a derelict publishing house, long abandoned and dusted with the rot of forgotten paper, but beneath it,

Jeffery’s POVThey always say the truth sets you free.No one ever tells you how violent the process is.The tapes went live at exactly 6:00 a.m. Geneva time. Anton had timed it perfectly - released through five mirrored servers, seeded into international media outlets, whistleblower platforms, and financial watchdog forums before Elise’s people could even wake up and scramble.Edward Richards’ voice flooded the world.Cold, calculated, and unmistakably him.There were threats to Eleanor Jones, recorded coercion, offshore kill lists, bribes, and the Zurich protocol. Everything he’d buried in silence for decades crawled into the light all at once.And right at the center of it all was Cassie.Not as his heir nor his daughter.But as the woman he’d tried to erase and failed.I stood beside her in the private media holding room, watching the screens as the headlines detonated one after another.RICHARDS EMPIRE BUILT ON BLACKMAIL AND BLOODDNA SCANDAL CONFIRMED FORGED — CASSIE JONES CLEAR