All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Sophia’s POVLiana’s laughter rang through the hallway like sunlight in the middle of a storm. It was the kind of sound that made you stop, take a breath, and remember that life still had sweet, untainted moments. I had just changed her diaper, and now she was bouncing in her high chair, waving her spoon like a wand, flinging mashed banana into the air like it was confetti.“Liana, baby, that is not how we use our food,” I said with a chuckle, catching a piece of flying banana before it splattered against the wall.She giggled in response, not at all remorseful.As I cleaned her face and hands for the tenth time, I kept glancing at the baby monitor, half-expecting to hear raised voices or footsteps thundering downstairs but it had been quiet ever since Alex stepped out to talk to Diana.Mark and Julius were still in the living room, their heads buried in their laptops. Occasionally, one of them would mutter something like “He’s definitely laundering money” or “This clause is criminal,

Alex’s povI watched the amber swirl of scotch in my glass, barely tasting it as I sat in the leather armchair of Sophia’s study. The room was dimly lit, the scent of sandalwood curling in the air, mingling with the tension that had settled between us.Sophia paced near the window, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her phone buzzed every few minutes, and each time she glanced at it, I could see the barely-contained irritation tightening her jaw.“You know this is a mistake,” she said finally, turning to me with fire in her eyes. “Meeting Damian won’t change anything. He doesn’t do mercy. He smells blood and bites harder.”I set the glass down on the table, leaning back with forced calm. “Maybe. But this time, the blood he’s after isn’t just Nathan’s. He’s circling Lian. That changes the rules.”Sophia stopped pacing, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “You think appealing to his conscience is going to make a dent?”“No,” I said simply. “But appealing to his ego

Sophia’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped. It drummed steadily against the windshield as the car pulled away from the restaurant, rhythmic and relentless—much like the thoughts running through my mind.I sat in the back seat, fingers clasped tightly in my lap, watching the blurred city lights smear across the glass. Beside me, Alex was silent, his posture deceptively relaxed but I knew him too well to be fooled. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed forward like he could see the next fight barreling toward us.Damian had given us a sliver of ground. Just enough to think we might have influence but I wasn’t naïve. Leverage with men like him was temporary—fickle as the wind and just as dangerous.“You didn’t have to speak up the way you did,” I said finally, my voice breaking the silence. “He would’ve listened to me.”Alex turned, brows furrowed. “He respects strength and he doesn’t think you have the stomach for mercy.”A dry laugh escaped me. “Funny. I thought that’s what he thought of you.”“H

Nathan’s POVThe message came in just after sunrise, but I didn’t read it until the second time my phone vibrated.From: Unknown Number— You’ve got 72 hours. After that, the story won’t belong to you anymore.No signature. Just that. I stared at the screen for a long minute, my coffee untouched and going cold beside me. My thoughts were sluggish, like my mind hadn’t decided whether to panic or go numb.In the end, it didn’t matter because I knew exactly who it was from.Damian.He was playing his endgame, and I was still figuring out the rules.*************************************The kitchen was quiet, the kind of silence that only comes after sleepless nights. I hadn’t been back to the office in two days, had ignored four missed calls from my legal team, and sent Lina back with her nanny after only an hour together. I hated myself for it. But I hated what I’d become more.I wasn’t the man I thought I was—not after the DNA results, not after Sophia looked at me with that measured ca

Alex’s POVThe second the feed cut out, I rerouted all surveillance away from the sublevel and into black-zone protocol. No traces, no backups. If Damian traced it, all he’d find was static.Sophia’s calm unnerved me. I’d seen her fight through a broken femur and still clear a corridor of armed targets in under a minute but that face—the one she wore in that chair—wasn't bravery. It was a calculation.FamilyShe was already planning how to die on her terms.I slammed my fist against the console before I could stop myself. The pain anchored me. I didn’t have time to spiral.“Route alternate extractions,” I told the system, typing as fast as my brain could feed instructions. “Clear path to Dagger Point, Site Eleven, and Alpha Ghost. Priority on child evac.”Every layer of code I activated added more risk to myself, more exposure but none of it mattered if Liana and Lina didn’t make it.My earpiece buzzed. “Still breathing?” came a voice,it was Tasha and she was right on time.“Barely,”