Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 101 - Bab 110

SophiaGrief is a luxury.I discovered that between the second bullet and the fifth betrayal. Between the coded dreams and the world Vesper hurled at me like jagged teeth. Between the still silent rot beneath my skin, where I lost grieving the woman I thought I was.Now I'm something else.We came into Switzerland on a forged identity. Bellion arranged for the papers, the bribes, the phony names. I didn't want to know how. That's the way men like Bellion operate—they make the evil look methodical. Clean.The air was burning here. Alpine. Pure. Mocking.As if this world had never been tainted by the filth of the serum.But I knew better.The old military camp excavated from the mountain—Codename: Coven—hadn't been left behind. Not precisely. Left behind meant forgotten. But this one had been entombed with precision. Kept intact. Like a grave waiting for its gods to return.Alex remained beside me on the ridge, his coat flapping behind him in the cold wind, his silence a language I coul

SophiaIt started with the pulse.Not mine.Not even human.But something deep under the skin of the world, like a heartbeat struggling to batter its way out of extinction.We arrived in Zurich under an assumed name again. The city slept, unaware that war was seeping into its veins. I stepped off the plane into cold air that felt heavier than the altitude should have permitted. My skin crawled. My heart failed.Something had changed.No.Something had stirred.Bellion briefed us en route. The override didn’t erase the serum—it unlocked a dormant layer embedded by Elara herself. We’d barely touched the surface of what that meant. But the early fallout was already happening.Serum-enhanced operatives had gone dark in Oslo.Infected research techs in Toronto collapsed during a biometric scan.And in Cairo—a facility leveled in under four minutes. No explosives. No survivors.A few lines of blood on the security room wall:The code is breathing.I didn't know if I had written it.Or if so

*Sophia*You don’t realize when the world comes to an end.Not all at once. Not in the dramatic ways that stories or alarms or heartfelt prayers suggest. It doesn’t erupt or wail, nor does it even ignite. It simply breathes out. Gently. Like a long-held breath that is finally released.That’s what the merge felt like.Not a blast.A capitulation.When Harrow pressed her palm against mine, I didn’t perceive her skin. I sensed her thoughts. Intruding into my own with the delicateness of a surgeon’s scalpel and the closeness of a memory belonging to someone else, a memory that nonetheless stirred sorrow within me.She wasn’t taking me. She was weaving herself into the voids Elara had left behind.And I... I welcomed her.Because deep down, even before this occurrence, I had always understood.I had never been complete.Not truly.Not since the serum redefined the essence of who I was. Not since Chloe silenced me and Nathan fed that silence with untruths.I had been shattered.Harrow wa

**Sophia** The tempest had moved on, yet the air was still heavy with its aftermath. The observatory was enveloped in a hushed stillness, interrupted only by the gentle buzz of the holo-table and the distant sound of melting snow dripping from the roof. Alex stood next to me, his unwavering presence providing stability in the wake of newfound knowledge. I turned the photograph of Ember over and over in my fingers, its edges soft from my touch. Her eyes haunted me, not for what they revealed, but for what they concealed. An emptiness. A reflection of the aspects of myself I dreaded to confront. "Do you think she dreams?" I broke the stillness, my voice barely above a whisper. Alex shot me a sideways glance, his forehead creased in thought. "Dreams?" "Ember. In that facility, all alone and stifled... Do you think she dreams?" He paused for a moment. "I'm not sure. But if she does, they’re probably not dreams we could comprehend." I nodded slowly, the weight of doubt pressin

SophiaThere’s a sound I’ve come to fear more than screams.More than gunfire.More than silence.It’s the sound of inevitability.And it was everywhere. In the way Ember didn’t flinch when the alarm triggered. In the way Alex’s body shifted into a protective stance without thinking. In the way Bellion’s jaw tightened... not with fear, but recognition.They weren’t just coming.They were here.And they weren’t after the serum. They weren't after power. They were after her.No. Us.Because Ember had opened something up when she touched me. Something old. Sealed. Written into my cells like a letter from a life that ought not have been.It was now.I jerked up. Ember didn't get up to offer me her hand. She didn't need to. Her eyes told me everything, twin galaxies of forgotten knowledges and calculated empathy."She's locking onto your heartbeat," Bellion said, speaking low. "It's not proximity. It's imprinting.""Like Harrow?" I asked, even though I already knew."No," he said. "Worse.