Semua Bab The Billionaire's secret heir: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The helicopters hovered like silent predators above Zurich’s skyline. The cold dawn winds buffeted their hulls, but inside the lead aircraft, the team was deadly still.Damian sat up front, eyes fixed on the Dominion Tower below. Its glass panels reflected the orange hue of sunrise, masking the evil pulsing within.“Status check,” Mia called into the comms.“Team Alpha locked and loaded.”“Bravo team ready.”“Charlie in position.”“Delta standing by.”The synchronized confirmations came from Zurich to Tokyo, Lagos, São Paulo, and Abu Dhabi. Each team was now poised for the simultaneous assault.Mia glanced at Damian. “Fifteen minutes until synchronized breach.”Damian nodded. “No room for error.”He looked at Cole seated across from him. The man was checking his rifle, the tight grin of a soldier who lived for moments like this stretched across his face.“This time, we cut off the head,” Cole said. “No more running.”“No more running,” Damian agreed, voice low.The DescentThe helicop

The Atlantic stretched endlessly before them, a calm surface hiding the storm beneath. The floating fortress loomed like a mechanical leviathan, slicing through the waves with terrifying precision. Its massive hull glinted under the morning sun, and even from miles away, the hum of energy vibrating through the water was unmistakable.Damian stood on the deck of the tactical vessel, wind whipping his hair, salt stinging his eyes. Beside him, Cole checked weapons and gear, his knuckles still bruised from Zurich. Mia was huddled over a holographic map, fingers flying as she traced the Mother ship’s course and projected potential weak points. Sienna stood nearby, her arms wrapped around Julian, who stared wide-eyed at the looming shadow in the distance.“This isn’t just a ship,” Mia muttered. “It’s a fortress. And it’s alive.”Julian tilted his head. “Alive?”“Yes, baby,” Sienna whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “It thinks, just like a person… or maybe bigger than a pers

The Atlantic was quiet for the first time in hours. Not peaceful—just quiet, in that strange way a battlefield falls silent after everything worth screaming about has already burned out.Damian stood alone on the top deck of the disabled Dominion flagship, surrounded by the wreckage of a war that felt too big for one night. The wind whipped his jacket open, carrying the bitter smell of burnt steel and dying circuitry.Below him, the waves slapped against the hull like an impatient reminder that the world was still turning, whether he was ready for it or not.He closed his eyes for a moment. Just one. He needed one second where he didn’t have to think about strategy, survival, or the enemy still lurking in the dark.Julian’s small, exhausted body had slumped into Sienna’s arms the moment they reached safety. The boy had pushed himself far beyond what any child should ever endure. Damian had carried him below deck afterward, tucking him carefully beside Sienna. She had kissed the back o

The corridor felt too small to hold everything happening inside it. Red emergency lights flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows that sliced across the walls. The hum of the building’s damaged power grid vibrated under their feet. And in the center of it all stood Elias Cavendish—alive, breathing, smirking—the brother Damian had mourned for years.Damian stared at him as if his brain was refusing to accept what his eyes already knew.“Elias,” he whispered. Not a greeting. A wound reopening.Elias opened his arms slightly, a cruel imitation of warmth. “You still recognize me. I’m flattered. Truly.”Kenneth looked from Damian to Elias and back again, his face draining of color. Sienna felt Julian clutch her hand even tighter, pressing himself into her side like he understood instinctively that something terrible was unfolding.Damian shifted. It was subtle—barely noticeable to anyone who didn’t know him. But Sienna saw it. A small step back. His right hand sliding forward. His body tu

Damian didn’t sleep that night.Even after Sienna and Julian drifted off—Julian curled against her chest, Sienna’s breathing soft and steady—Damian sat awake at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the faint line of moonlight spilling across the wooden floor. The events of the last twenty-four hours replayed in a loop: Julian’s revelation, the serum’s strange reaction, the way his body had fought off the poison that should have killed him.And the voice he heard.Find the dark corridor. Don’t trust the light.It wasn’t a hallucination. Damian knew the difference between panic and prophecy. Whatever spoke to him, whatever pulled him back from death, wasn’t done with him.A soft rustle made him turn. Julian had shifted, small fingers clutching Sienna’s shirt as if even in sleep he sensed danger. Damian’s chest tightened. That boy wasn’t just a child—they all now knew he was the key to something bigger, something engineered and hidden. And if one organization wanted hi