Semua Bab The Billionaire's secret heir: Bab 121 - Bab 126

Damian had a way of narrowing the world down to a single, lethal center. Right now that center was a black wolf stamped into mud, rimed with dirt and oil, pressed into the trail left by a van that had taken his son away.The mark had been small—an emblem on a bumper—but it had the kind of history that did not fade. Kenneth had inched forward and traced it with one shaking finger as if touching it could stitch sense back into the chaos.“It’s a sigil,” Kenneth said again, his voice thin. “Not Dominion. Not Elias’s usual. This one… my grandfather used to say it in warnings. The Wolf with the crown.”For a second Damian could not breathe. The name that followed the image—the Black Wolf—was not rumor. It was memory carved into family bones. A faction his grandfather had walled off and buried when he tried to drag the Cavendish name into daylight. Men with teeth and temper and old grudges. Men who had refused to die.“Who runs them now?” Sienna asked, though she already knew the answer she

Damian had been in dozens of war rooms, but none had ever made his bloodstream freeze the way this one did. The air inside the command center felt thick, almost metallic, vibrating faintly—as if the building itself knew something was coming.Mia stood at the center console, fingers flying over the holographic interface. Strings of code streamed down the transparent screens like falling rain.“They’ve gone dark,” she muttered. “Zurich node is sealed. Lagos is sealed. Tokyo… sealed. All five hubs have locked their systems simultaneously.”Damian swore under his breath. “They’re anticipating our next strike.”“No,” Mia said, shaking her head. “This isn’t anticipation. This is orchestration. Someone triggered a synchronized lockdown from the inside.”Luka lifted his head from the secondary monitor. His voice was faint. “That means they’ve advanced to Phase Two.”Sienna, cradling Julian protectively at her side, tensed. “Which is?”He hesitated…but only for a moment.“Neural awakening,” Lu

The storm broke just after midnight.Wind slammed against the compound windows as if trying to claw its way inside, and the entire building hummed with a restless kind of tension. Sienna felt it before she even stepped fully into the corridor—a strange vibration in her bones, a heaviness in the air like the moment before lightning splits the sky.Julian was asleep in her arms, but light sleep. His breathing had changed recently. Softer. Too soft.She kept walking toward the medical wing, her pulse tripping over itself. Luka had insisted on running another scan—just routine, he’d said—but nothing about this night felt routine.When she entered, Luka was already there, pacing back and forth. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot from hours without rest.“You’re late,” he said, though there was no anger in it—only fear pretending to be control.“I came as fast as I could,” Sienna whispered. “He finally dozed off. What’s going on?”Luka swallowed. “I think… Julian’s implant is evolving.