All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Sophia’s POVThe scarred woman’s rifle gleamed in the firelight, its barrel locked on my heart as the boat rocked beneath me, the lake’s dark water lapping at the hull. Her words—“She’s mine”—cut through the rain and gunfire, a claim that chilled me deeper than the storm. The three drives in my hands, each a piece of my father’s cipher, burned with the weight of his secret, the key to toppling the Syndicate. Liam fought in the clearing, his bloodied form a blur against the Syndicate’s enforcers, his love for me a fire that kept me moving despite the fear. His touch, his whispered vows in his penthouse under the city’s glow, were my anchor, but his secrets—his past with the Syndicate—made my trust waver, even now. Vanessa stood frozen by the dock, her brother Marcus groaning in the mud, his betrayal of her a wound we both felt. Elena, bleeding but fierce, gunned the boat’s engine, urging me to stay low as the mysterious hunter’s shots kept the Syndicate at bay.“Don’t move, Sophia!” th

Sophia’s POVThe visitor’s voice cut through the flames and rain, a chilling vow—“You’re mine!”—as my mother’s face, alive and fierce, burned into my mind. She stood before me, the hunter who’d haunted the Syndicate, her rifle still smoking from the shot that dropped Scar. My heart reeled, torn between shock and love, the journal and three drives in my hands heavy with my father’s cipher—the key to destroying the Syndicate. My mother, long thought dead, was here, her eyes blazing with a love I’d buried years ago. Liam’s shouts echoed from the clearing, his bloodied form fighting through the Syndicate’s enforcers, his love for me a fire that kept me standing. His touch, his whispers in his penthouse under the city’s stars, were my lifeline, but his secrets—his ties to the Syndicate—still gnawed at my trust. The lake’s shore was a battlefield, with Elena and Vanessa beside me, the scarred woman regrouping, and the visitor closing in, their wounded shoulder no match for their relentless

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate helicopter’s spotlight pinned us to the lake’s shore, its blinding beam cutting through the rain as the visitor’s voice crackled through the speaker, cold and taunting: “This isn’t over, Sophia.” My heart pounded, the journal and three drives in my hands pulsing with the weight of my father’s cipher—my memories, the true key to unlocking the Syndicate’s secrets. Liam’s arm was around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath ragged but his eyes fierce with love, a vow that tethered me to hope. His touch, those stolen nights in his penthouse where he’d held me under the city’s glow, whispering promises of a future, were my strength, even as his Syndicate ties cast shadows on my trust. My mother stood beside me, her rifle raised, her return from the dead a miracle that still felt unreal. My father, alive and grim, scanned the trees, while Elena, bleeding but resolute, and Vanessa, her loyalty fragile but proven, flanked us. The scarred woman’s laugh e

Sophia’s POVThe visitor’s gun gleamed in the vault’s dim light, aimed at my heart, their vengeful smile a twisted echo of the love we’d once shared. The scarred woman stood beside them, her rifle steady, her face a mask of fury as the vault’s hum grew louder, the screen flashing: *Data Transmission Incomplete. Manual Override Required.* The journal and three drives in my hands pulsed with my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key to exposing the Syndicate. Liam pinned Dr. Ellis to the ground, his knife at her throat, his bloodied shoulder trembling but his love for me unyielding, a fire that burned brighter than the chaos. His touch, those stolen moments in his penthouse under the city’s glow, were my strength, though his Syndicate ties still shadowed my trust. My mother, rifle raised, guarded the vault’s entrance, her return from the dead a miracle that steadied me. Elena, wounded and gasping, leaned against Vanessa, whose loyalty had proven true but fragile, her eyes

Sophia’s POVThe vault’s ceiling collapsed, dust and rock swallowing us as Liam’s desperate shout—“Sophia!”—faded into the dark. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key to the Syndicate’s downfall, now broadcast to the world. The microchip from the journal had stopped the turrets, but the stranger’s face—Liam’s face, older, colder, his gun aimed at me—burned in my mind. Liam’s father, a man he’d never spoken of, stood at the tunnel’s entrance, his voice chilling: “You should’ve stayed out of this, son.” Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his love a fire that burned through the chaos, though his Syndicate ties—and now this familial betrayal—shattered my trust. My mother pinned Dr. Ellis, her rifle steady, while my uncle, my mother’s brother, fired at the scarred woman, who ducked into the shadows. Vanessa and Elena, wounded but fierce, guarded