All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Sophia’s POVFear had no place here anymore.I’d burned through my last reserves of terror somewhere between Madrid and Site Eleven, somewhere between Nyx’s dead eyes and the echo of my brother’s laughter. Now there was only purpose. Ruthless, singular purpose.And Alex.And my girls.The drive west was merciless. The roads weren’t roads anymore—just broken veins threading through a ruined countryside. Trees clawed at the Jeep, branches snapping like brittle bones against the windows. The engine groaned beneath us, but Alex didn’t slow.Neither did I.My hand stayed tight on the pistol resting in my lap. Every mile closer to Caleb’s sanctuary made my pulse spike higher, my skin itch hotter.Because I could feel it now—under my ribs, beneath my scarred skin.This wasn’t about Nyx anymore.It never had been.“Tell me again what you saw,” Alex said, voice sharp against the wind battering through the broken window.I didn’t hesitate.“She had Lina’s face. Younger. But hers.” My throat clo

Sophia’s POVFire.It should have swallowed her.The blast had torn through the crypt like hell waking up. Concrete crumbled. Metal twisted. Smoke thick as hands clawed at every breath.But Eve walked through it.Unburned. Unbothered. Unstoppable.She looked at me the way a god looks at something beneath notice.A tilt of her head. A flick of her gaze.And then that soft, terrifying smile.“Hello again, Mother.”Her voice hadn’t changed. Still that eerie calm, like silk stretched over blades.Behind her, the others followed. Girls with blank faces, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Wires threading their skin like veins. Children made from science, stitched together with cruelty and code.Not human.But not machines either.Somewhere in between.Somewhere worse.Alex pulled me behind him, weapon raised.“You said this place would kill them,” he hissed at Caleb’s brother.“It should have,” the man said, backing toward the emergency hatch. “It killed everything else.”“Not them,” I said,

Sophia’s POVThe girl’s whisper rippled through the air like smoke through shattered glass.My name.Soft. Uncertain.But real.Alex heard it too. I felt it in the way his grip tightened on my wrist, the silent question burning in his eyes.Liana.No. It couldn’t be.We left them safe. We left them far away from this nightmare, buried in the wreckage of my past.Didn’t we?Alex’s jaw clenched. “Tell me that wasn’t—”“It was.”The air shifted. The endless white began to bleed gray, like ink seeping through fabric. Shapes emerged in the distance—trees without leaves, buildings half-swallowed by sand, sky fractured in angles that hurt to look at.It looked like Madrid. Like Site Eleven. Like nowhere and everywhere we’d ever run from.And standing beneath a crooked streetlamp that flickered between dimensions…Liana.Her hair hung limp around her face. Her small hands clutched something close to her chest. A doll? A shard of glass? I couldn’t tell.Behind her, the shadows moved. Watching.

Sophia’s POVThe road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions.It’s paved with silence.Hours of it.No words between us as the Jeep carved through forgotten roads, asphalt bleeding into dirt, dirt into gravel, gravel into nothing but earth and memory.Alex drove like the devil was at our heels. Maybe he was.Lena sat shotgun, eyes fixed on the map like it owed her an apology for every twist of fate that led us here.I watched the horizon.Watched it shrink into something narrower, sharper, until it wasn’t sky anymore—it was a target.We didn’t speak because there was nothing left to say.We all knew what waited at the end of this road.Madrid. Site Eleven. The roots of every lie we’d ever tried to bury clawing their way back to the surface.And Damian.If he was alive, he was there.If he wasn’t… what waited might be worse.I counted our weapons again. Silly ritual. I knew every clip, every round, every knife hidden beneath my jacket.But counting gave me something to hold onto. Som

Sophia’s POVI should have known running wouldn’t be enough.The thing in the rearview mirror didn’t blink.It didn’t falter.It didn’t even breathe.It just kept moving—like hunger wrapped in skin.And the worst part?It wore my face perfectly.Same eyes.Same scars.Same smile I only used when I was lying.Alex’s hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white with tension.Lena hadn’t said a word since we left Site Eleven in flames behind us.Silence pressed in thick, like fog with teeth.“What is that?” Alex asked, voice low. Controlled. On the edge of breaking.I couldn’t answer.Because I already knew.And knowing hurt more than I could say aloud.“It’s the contingency,” I said finally. “In case I failed. In case I ran.”“They cloned you?” Lena spat. “Jesus, Sophia—how many secrets are you hiding?”“Too many.”But this one… this was the worst.Project Nyx hadn’t just been about bioware weapons or neural mapping or unlocking doors to dimensions we couldn’t name.It had been about in