All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Sophia’s POVThe cove trembled as the hidden platform rose from its depths, the masked figure’s gun gleaming, their chilling voice—“The cipher was never yours”—cutting through the rain-soaked chaos. The child, Liam’s younger brother, broke free from Lily’s grip, his knife flashing toward her, his eyes wild with Syndicate conditioning but flickering with a desperate plea for salvation. 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’ betrayal and his brother’s role as a Syndicate pawn fractured my trust. My mother and uncle fired at my aunt’s submarine, their

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate drone’s red lights pierced the rain, its guns whirring as my cousin, Nadia, stood on the resistance boat, her rifle raised, her voice cold: “The stars lied, Sophia.” Her face, once familiar from childhood summers tracing Orion’s stars with my father, was now hardened, her eyes gleaming with Syndicate loyalty—a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. 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 and the tunnel’s distress signal. 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 family’s betrayals—his parents and now his brother’s microchip—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle fired at

Sophia’s POVThe satellite strike’s flames roared through the cove, the explosion’s heat searing the air as Dr. Voss stood on the submarine’s deck, his missile launcher gleaming, his eyes blazing with vengeance. His voice—“You thought you’d won?”—cut through the chaos, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor. 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 and the cove’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 family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily guarded the child—Liam’s bro

Sophia’s POVThe submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, Dr. Voss’s daughter—Anya, thought dead in a Syndicate purge—standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s mine.” The clearing trembled, the EMP charges’ pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—cried out, his neutralized chip no longer a threat but his fear a haunting echo. 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 and the clearing’s EMP trap. 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 family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle,

Sophia’s POV The submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, my father’s former lover, Dr. Maria Cole, standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s not done.” The clearing trembled, the EMP’s pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—clung to Lily, his cries softening, a spark of hope in his eyes. 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 and the clearing’s EMP. 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, mending the trust fractured by his family’s betrayals. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily, her