Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 311 - Bab 320

Sophia’s POVThe sniper’s shot echoed across the cliff, the visitor crumpling to the ground, their blood pooling in the rain as the lake glinted below, its dark surface a mirror to the chaos. 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 that had exposed the Syndicate, their secrets now flooding the world through the virus in the microchip. The cliff trembled beneath us, rocks sliding into the abyss, threatening to drag us down. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath ragged but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my anchor, though his father’s betrayal—revealed as the Syndicate’s leader—still fractured my trust. My mother, rifle raised, guarded my wounded uncle, while Vanessa supported Elena, their faces grim as the cave’s collapse echoed behind us. The mysterious sni

Sophia’s POVThe drone’s red lights pinned us to the lake’s muddy shore, its hum a menacing pulse as my brother—Ethan, long thought dead—stood before me, his gun raised, his eyes cold with a truth that shattered my heart. His words, “You shouldn’t have trusted the stars,” cut deeper than the rain stinging my skin, a betrayal that echoed the Syndicate’s relentless pursuit. The journal and three drives in my hands held my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had exposed the Syndicate’s empire, now crumbling under the virus’s broadcast. Liam clung to me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my anchor, though his father’s role as the Syndicate’s leader still fractured my trust. My mother, dragging the unconscious scarred woman, stood with my uncle, their rifles ready, while Claire covered us, her redemption as the sniper a fragile shiel

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate speedboat’s roar cut through the rain, its sleek hull slicing the river as Liam’s father stood at its helm, his eyes cold with vengeance, a mirror of Liam’s face but stripped of warmth. 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 that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, crippling their empire via the raft’s satellite uplink. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his father’s role as the Syndicate’s leader fractured my trust. My mother and uncle fired from the shore, their rifles flashing, while Claire, her redemption as the sniper proven, covered Vanessa and Elena, their wounds slowing them but their loyalty unyielding. The scarred woman—Dr. Ellis’s sister—clung to the

Sophia’s POVThe cave’s entrance crumbled under the Syndicate helicopter’s gunfire, rocks sealing us inside as Liam’s mother leaned from its side, her rifle gleaming, her eyes cold with a loyalty to the Syndicate that mirrored her husband’s betrayal. Her voice—“You’ve gone far enough”—cut through the rain, a chilling echo of Liam’s father, twisting the knife of familial treachery. 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 that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, crippling their empire with the microchip’s virus. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his parents’ roles as Syndicate leaders fractured my trust. My mother and uncle stood guard, their rifles ready, while Claire, her redemption as t

Sophia’s POVThe submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, Dr. Voss’s vengeful eyes locked on us as the cliff crumbled beneath our feet, rocks plunging into the lake’s dark depths. His voice—“You thought you’d won?”—cut through the storm, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor, now a Syndicate puppet. 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 that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his parents’ roles as Syndicate leaders fractured my trust. My mother and uncle fired at the submarine, their rifles flashing, while Marcus Kane and his resistance fighters stormed the shore, their guns