All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Sophia’s POVThe visitor’s voice sliced through the rain, sharp and mocking, as the van’s headlights bathed us in a harsh, unyielding glow. “You can’t outrun the truth, Sophia!” My heart pounded, each beat a frantic echo of the numbers my father had burned into my memory—7-4-9-2-1-8. *The stars will show you the way.* But the stars were hidden tonight, swallowed by storm clouds, and the truth felt like a noose tightening around my neck. Elena’s hand gripped mine, her touch firm but not comforting, her eyes scanning the alley with a sharpness that spoke of experience. Claire trembled beside me, her breath hitching, but it was Liam’s shout from the roof—a raw, pained cry—that tore at my soul, rooting me to the spot.“We have to go,” Elena urged, her voice low, urgent, pulling me toward the shadows of the side street. “If they catch you, it’s over.”But I couldn’t move, not with Liam up there, fighting for me. The thought of him hurt, maybe dying, was a knife in my chest, sharper than th

Sophia’s POVThe sedan’s engine growled as we tore through the city, the drone’s red lights blinking like malevolent eyes in the rearview mirror. Rain streaked the windshield, blurring the neon signs and streetlights into a kaleidoscope of color, but nothing could blur the image of my father staggering, clutching his side as the visitor’s gunshot echoed. My heart was a raw wound, torn between grief and the faint, stubborn hope that he was still alive. The numbers—7-4-9-2-1-8—pounded in my mind, a lifeline tying me to him, to the cabin, to the cipher he’d hidden in me. *The stars will show you the way.* But the stars were gone, swallowed by the storm, and I was running blind.Elena’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, her eyes flicking between the road and the mirror. “They’re still on us,” she said, her voice clipped, urgent. “That drone’s tracking us, feeding our location to the Syndicate.”Claire huddled in the backseat beside me, her breath shallow, her face pale

Sophia’s POVThe rain stung my skin, the helicopter’s flames painting the cabin’s porch in flickering orange, but all I could see was Liam—bloodied, defiant, his dark eyes locked on mine despite the gun pressed to his temple. The man in the suit’s smile was a blade, cold and sharp, but Liam’s gaze held a warmth that anchored me, a silent vow that he’d fight for me, for us, no matter the cost. My heart ached, love and fear twisting together, his presence a reminder of every stolen moment—his lips on mine in his penthouse, his whispered promises under the city lights. He was my billionaire, my haven, but the secrets he’d kept about the Syndicate made my trust waver, even now, with his life hanging by a thread.Claire’s betrayal burned fresh, her gun raised as she stood beside Vanessa, her fake fear replaced by a traitor’s calm. “Give it up, Sophia,” she said, her voice devoid of remorse. “The Syndicate always wins.”Vanessa’s eyes flickered, her gun lowered, a hint of doubt in her stanc

Sophia’s POVThe explosion rocked the shed, a deafening roar that sent dust and splinters raining down, the air thick with the acrid bite of smoke. My ears rang, my heart pounding as I clutched the encrypted drive, its weight a reminder of my father’s secret, the key the Syndicate would kill for. Marcus stood in front of me, his gun still aimed at the visitor, his body a fragile shield between me and their cold smile. The man in the suit’s detonator blinked red in his hand, his face twisted with triumph as flames lit up the night outside, casting jagged shadows through the shed’s open door. Liam’s shout—raw, alive—echoed from the chaos, and my love for him surged, a fire that burned through the fear. He was my billionaire, my anchor, the man who’d held me under the city’s glittering lights, promising a future we’d fight for. But his secrets, his ties to the Syndicate, lingered like a shadow, and now Marcus’s wavering loyalty was my only hope.“Marcus, don’t do this,” the visitor said,

Sophia’s POVThe cabin shook as the explosion roared, flames licking through the doorway where the visitor stood, their gun trained on me, their smile a cold promise of pain. My heart pounded, the encrypted drive clutched in my trembling hand, its weight a tether to my father’s secret—the cipher that could dismantle the Syndicate. The visitor’s coat was streaked with blood, their eyes gleaming with a twisted intimacy that made my skin crawl, a reminder of the love I’d once felt for them, now poisoned by betrayal. Behind me, the basement stairs creaked, Elena’s pained gasp echoing as Scar’s betrayal—another knife in my trust—left her wounded. Vanessa’s claim of loyalty rang in my ears, a flicker of hope I couldn’t afford to believe, not yet. But it was Liam I saw in my mind—his bloodied face, his fierce eyes, his shout of love on the porch. He was my billionaire, my anchor, the man whose touch had rebuilt me, and the thought of him bleeding out, maybe gone, was a wound deeper than any