Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 51 - Bab 60

SophiaThe morning light filters through the high-rise windows of my office, golden and deceptive. I sit at my desk, fingers curled around the handle of my coffee cup, but my mind is far from the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.Chloe took the bait.She thinks she’s integrating herself back into Carter Industries. She thinks she’s secured a foothold.I let her believe it.But Bellion’s latest report confirms my suspicions—she’s making small, calculated financial moves. At first glance, they seem harmless, but when you know what to look for?It’s a slow, methodical betrayal.Across from me, Alex leans against the edge of my desk, flipping through a copy of the same report. His sharp golden-brown eyes flick upward, meeting mine. “She’s bold.”“Too bold,” I murmur, setting my cup down. “She wants us to see her making these moves.”Bellion clears his throat from where he stands near the bookshelf. “Which means she either thinks we’re foolish or—”“She’s baiting us,” Alex finishe

Sophia Power is an illusion. The strongest men don’t actually own power; they only convince others that they do. And right now, Nathan is still convincing himself that he has control. I stand at the center of Alex’s penthouse, Bellion’s latest intel spread across the table before me. The dim lighting casts long shadows over the documents, financial records, and offshore transactions—all leading to one undeniable fact. Nathan is shifting, adapting. Not just fighting to survive—but planning his next throne. Alex leans against the wall, arms crossed. His sharp gaze flicks from me to Bellion. “He’s not running scared. He’s running smarter.” Bellion nods. “The last move wasn’t enough to break him. But it did something else—it made him reckless.” I tap my fingers against the edge of the table. Reckless men make mistakes. And mistakes? They are leverage. I lift my gaze. “Where’s Chloe?” Bellion’s expression darkens slightly. “Still with him.” I exhale, my fingers tightening. Chloe i

SophiaNathan prepares for war.That much is clear.Alex and I sit across from him in his office, the weight of Bellion's report hanging over us. The report is open on the desk, its contents confirming our worst nightmare—Nathan isn't retreating. He's reshaping.Alex leans forward, putting his fingers to his temple. "This isn't desperation. It's planning."I exhale, my hands clenching harder on the edges of the report. "He's not doing it to save himself—he's rebuilding. That means he has assets."Alex nods gravely. "And worse—he has supporters."The realization creeps into me like ice.Nathan is terrible by himself. But with the proper people backing him? He's unstoppable.Not if I get to him first.I straighten, my tone calm but firm. "We need to know who's supporting him."Alex looks at me. "We already have a lead."I raise an eyebrow.He points to the report. "The meeting Bellion intercepted—Nathan wasn't discussing business with old associates. He was in a room with politicians. S

SophiaThe door slams shut behind us, entombing us in the dark.The quiet is deafening.Nathan's footsteps echo down the corridor, one by one by one, growing fainter and fainter.And then—nothing further occurs.I draw a slow, deliberate breath, forcing my heart to steady. The chill steel cage in my palm reminds me of the real world. The woman inside clutches my wrist, knuckles locked, eyes wide with something beyond terror.I hold her hand carefully. "We're extracting you."Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Just a stiff nod.Alex steps next to me, his stance tense. He's already scanning the room, the door, weighing the possibilities. His mind thinks fast, always planning three moves ahead. But even he understands we don't have much time left.Nathan just issued the rules.And we stepped right into his game.Bellion's voice crackles through the earpiece. "Report."Alex puts a hand to his ear, voice clipped. "We've got hostages. Dozen, at least. Nathan locked us in."There's a si

SophiaThe underground tunnel is oppressive, the wet air clung to me like a double layer of perspiration. The odor of mildew and stagnant water weighs heavy, my lungs filling with each breath. My pulse pounds against my ribs like a war drum as I tread, my boots sinking into the uneven ground.Alex is pushed up close against me, breathing stolidly but tense with fear. At our backs, the hostages shuffle in unsteady movement, their own terror whispering through the blackness. I can feel it thick on the air—fear repressed only barely, the atavistic need to run clamoring on their blood.We don't have time to be scared.We must move.Bellion's voice crackles in my earpiece—at last. "You're near the secondary exit. Security is thin on that side, but there's activity on the upper level. Nathan's men are clearing the perimeter."Of course, they are.I exhale a sharp breath. "How many?""At least six on the ground level, two at the service tunnel entrance."My fingers tighten. Six. Two more tow