All Chapters of Fool Me Once: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

159 Chapters

Ashes to Empire

Cassie’s POVThe world was quiet at the top.From the rooftop of the Geneva broadcast tower, I could see the city stretch endlessly beneath the overcast dawn. My hair whipped in the wind, and I held the final drive close to my chest, the one Anton called “the ignition.”It was poetic, in a way. We had fought fire with fire, survived betrayals, DNA lies, sniper shots, vaults full of secrets, and psychological warfare across continents. Now, all that remained was one choice.Burn it down.Or build something new.Behind me, Margaret tapped her tablet, connecting to the satellite relay that would override every broadcast node Elise’s allies had hijacked. She glanced up, her voice crisp.“We’re synced. Once you insert the ignition, it’ll push the real Cassandra Files - every tape, every contract, every voice into public record. Unfiltered and irrefutable.”“And irreversible,” I said softly.Margaret’s jaw tensed. “Yes.”Below us, the world was waking up to headlines of the collapsed Richar

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

The Ashes We Bloom From

Cassie’s POVThe halls of Richards Global were no longer lined with portraits of Edward Richards.They were empty now - clean walls, no shadows. And somehow, that made the ghosts feel louder.I stood in the boardroom, the same one where Elise had once cornered me with false paternity claims, the same place I’d been dragged through the fire of scandal and clawed my way out.Now? I was here by choice.Not to fight.Not to win.But to release.The final board meeting had been brief. I’d relinquished my remaining title, not because I was guilty, but because I didn’t need to prove anything anymore. The world had seen the truth. My name had been burned, rewritten, twisted, and I had survived.I wasn’t a Richards.And thank God for that.Margaret lingered by the glass door. “Are you sure you want to walk away from it all?”I gave her a soft smile. “There’s nothing here I want anymore. Except what’s waiting for me outside this room.”Her eyes glistened, pride and sadness mixing in equal measu

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

The Red Room

Cassie’s POVThe wind whispered across the Swiss mountains as our plane touched down on the private strip nestled between two pine-covered ridges. The air was colder here, thinner too, like it carried secrets no one dared speak aloud.The key in my coat pocket felt heavier the closer we got.Jeffery sat beside me in the SUV that Anton had waiting. His hand rested over mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin, anchoring me to something soft amidst the dark weight of what we were about to face.“This is the last one, right?” he asked softly.I nodded. “The final legacy vault. At least, the last marked one.”He glanced out the window. “The Red Room. Sounds like something out of a Cold War thriller.”“It was on Edward’s early schematics,” I replied. “Before the empire, before Richards Global even went public. Back when he was just building influence - quietly, obsessively.”Anton drove ahead of us in the lead vehicle. Margaret had remained in Geneva to handle the residual media sto

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Amalfi

Jeffery’s POVThe sea whispered against the cliffs below as I stood on the terrace, the breeze lifting the linen of my shirt and the last of my worries with it.Amalfi had a way of silencing ghosts.Below, the water shimmered like glass tinted with gold from the sinking sun. And behind me, I could hear her laughter - soft, warm, real. It came from the open villa, where Cassie was barefoot and carefree, her voice echoing over the classical music playing low through the vintage speakers. Not the haunting laughter of someone surviving, but the joy of someone beginning again.We had made it. Not just past Elise, or Edward’s legacy, or the digital warfare that nearly destroyed us, but past ourselves. Past who we had to become just to survive.For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no plan. No secret bunker. No vaults. No codes or counter-surveillance. Just two scarred souls on the edge of the Mediterranean, trying to figure out how to live again.Cassie stepped out onto th

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

The Final Story

Cassie’s POVThe waves roared louder than I remembered.Or maybe it was just the sound of my heart beating like a war drum in my ears as I stared down at the card.ONE FINAL STORY.CHOOSE YOUR ENDING WISELY.The crimson seal had been broken. Someone had opened it before we ever touched it. Someone had been here, watching and waiting.Jeffery stood beside me, with his jaw tense, and his eyes scanning the hills above the villa. The Amalfi Coast was postcard-perfect, with warm sunlight on terracotta roofs and vineyards spilling down the cliffs like green waterfalls, but suddenly it felt like a set and a lie, just a temporary illusion someone had curated to lull us into lowering our guard.And it had worked.He looked at me. “We left the war. But it didn’t leave us.”I didn’t respond. My fingers trembled as I turned the card over. On the back, there was a number. Untraceable. But it flashed on my burner phone seconds later, like someone was watching our every move in real-time.It was fro

Last Updated : 2026-01-02

Embers

Jeffery’s POVThe world was burning again, but this time, it was the kind of fire we chose.I stood barefoot on the villa’s sun-drenched tiles, morning coffee in my hand, eyes tracing the horizon where sky met sea. The headlines still spun from yesterday’s data drop: The Matchstick Doctrine. Project Vestige. The Richards Black Archive. It was everywhere on every screen, every feed, every whispered conversation between stunned world leaders and exposed powerbrokers.But here… in Amalfi, it was quiet.Cassie was still asleep, wrapped in linen sheets, her silhouette calm beneath the open shutters. The breeze toyed with a strand of her hair, and for a second, I just watched her - breathing, whole, safe.We’d made it through the fire. And now we were standing in the afterglow.But not without a cost.Yesterday’s card still sat on the terrace table. ONE FINAL STORY. CHOOSE YOUR ENDING WISELY. The seal had been broken. The choice had been made. And still, a final ember lingered in the form

Last Updated : 2026-01-03

No More Fires

Cassie’s POVVenice smelled like memory.Salt, Age, Ink, history, and blood.The boat skimmed silently through the Grand Canal under the haze of early morning mist. No words passed between us, none were needed. Jeffery sat beside me, jaw set, fingers curled over the handle of the leather case holding the Architect’s final message. I could feel his thoughts, unspoken but loud. This wasn’t a trap. This was a reckoning.The coordinates led us to a crumbling palazzo that looked forgotten by time. Ivy spilled over the stones like vines, windows shuttered with heavy iron, the kind that told you this place was once meant to keep something in or keep someone out.We stepped off the boat and approached the old brass door. The key slid into the lock as if it had always belonged there.Inside, the air shifted - thick, dusty, dry like parchment. The foyer opened into a long hall lined with faded portraits, faces with no names. And at the very end, a crimson door.No signs. No labels. Just that ey

Last Updated : 2026-01-04

Dust and Truth

Cassie’s POVVenice was quieter now.The kind of quiet that settled after a storm, not because it was over, but because everything it had ripped through had finally stopped moving. No more broadcasts. No more encrypted messages. No more veiled threats or hidden codes.Just ripples across water, and the scent of dust rising in sunlight.We stayed another week. Not because we had to, we weren’t hiding anymore, but because part of me didn’t want to leave until I could feel sure the world outside the lagoon wouldn’t collapse again the moment we exhaled.Each morning, I walked the narrow streets before sunrise. No disguises, no sunglasses, no bodyguards. Just Cassie. Not Cassandra. Not “the Architect.” Just a woman with coffee in one hand and centuries beneath her feet.By the fifth morning, I started sketching again.It wasn’t much, charcoal on parchment from a forgotten street vendor, but it was something I hadn’t done in years. I drew faces I remembered. Some I wished I didn’t. Elise. E

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

The Garden Door

Cassie’s POVThe garden had been overgrown when we returned.Wild rosemary trailed over stone paths. The lavender had stretched across the low wall like it, too, had refused to be tamed. And in the far corner, beneath the old fig tree, the red door stood like a relic from another life.It had no hinges, no frame, and no threshold. Just a door that was painted and upright, embedded into the vines. The first time I saw it, months ago, I thought it was symbolic. A metaphor left behind by some eccentric artist. But now, it felt more like a mirror.Jeffery called it “the door to nowhere.”But to me, it had always been the door to what came next.We cleared the garden together in the days that followed. Not with haste, but with purpose. Pulling weeds felt strangely therapeutic. We didn’t talk about Edward, Elise, or vaults. Just tomato roots and soil texture, and the best way to encourage lemon blossoms.By late afternoon, the red door was visible again, its surface weathered, but the color

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

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