All Chapters of My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The Narrow PathValenticia's POV~I huddled near the rusted steel door that concealed Dr. Marrow’s lab, and it was wet with sea spray and a skittering streetlamp left flinty shadows jagged across my face. The faint light of my laptop flickered, casting shivers on my hand as I hacked the security: a fury of code racing across the screen. Elen’s escape, Natasha Anderson’s terrifying intercom message—You’re trapped—rang in my ears, and panic gripped my throat—is she watching me? The vial containing the antidote, locked in the safe of the Clawford estate, was a distant beacon, it's warning of neural overload a specter that loomed over my every step. I inhaled with thin, ragged gasps, the salty tang of Seryne’s sea cutting into my lungs, and I broke the system, the cameras stopping, locks popping open with a soft click. Here I am, I thought, slipping into the door, my boots making no sounds on the wet cement, fear following me in Seryne’s night like a shadow that wouldn’t leave me be. The

Natasha’s StrikeNatasha's POV~I stood at a folding table — my makeshift command center, littered with burner phones, encrypted drives and a laptop whose cold blue luminous sliced my face with harsh shadows. I whispered so low it was more of a venomous hiss, “Valenticia is done.” My fingers jittered across the keys as I typed, closing off a serum seepage—Lazareth’s mind-control concoction, ready to sell on the black market, a gamble to put me beyond Gregor Galden’s chokehold. My leather jacket creaked as I moved, auburn hair falling into one eye, and flickers of fear like a bad spark—he’s a betrayer, isn’t he? Gregor’s leash, his arrest a smug taunt on Seryne’s news feeds, was a chain I’d shatter, my ambition a blaze to show my worth. Valenticia Clawford’s ceaseless poking—her auction hack revealing Lena Voss, her Marrow lab infiltration—was a knife across my plans, her doggedness unbalancing, her reflection my hunger, a teeth-chewing erosion of sanity.The time I had spent in Dr. V

The Final StageRosanna's POV~The old theatre of Seryne was a ruin of decayed glory, its velvet curtains torn, its atmosphere as laden with dust as with the ghostly echo of clapping long gone. I lurked in the shadows of the balcony, strands of silver hair tucked beneath a dark scarf, my hands pressed against the broken railing, fear stabbing keen in my chest. Beneath, on the splintered boards of the stage, Valencia stood opposite Dr. Elias Marrow, her dark hair aglow in a dim spotlight, her pose defiant, although I’d glimpsed the tremble she tried to conceal. I felt it in my heart, fear was a savage sword—she’s so young, so brave. The memory chip’s revelations, Gregor Galden’s serum stash, Natasha’s uncovered leak—this was all forming a noose tightening around my granddaughter, my Eleanor’s heritage. The silence of the theater was oppressive, Seryne’s midnight still shattered only by the straining of old wood, and I leaned forward, my shawl slipping, fear whispering what if we lose h

Dr. Patel's POV-Rosanna’s file lay open on my desk, and it screamed betrayal: Ravi, my brother, named as Galden’s mole. How could he? I thought, my hands shaking, our memories as boys — sharing kites under Mumbai’s sky — in flames now. Fear shot through me like a cold pulse as I opened a secure line to Valenticia, my voice quavering: “Ravi’s double-crossing you, releasing your plans to Gregor. Her breathless voice snapped: “Patel, you’re sure?” I clutched at the desk, “Rosanna’s evidence—it’s him. The thing was, my Galden past — as a serum trigger-maker — was smothering me with shame. I had made this bad dream, I thought, feeling a surge of fear. Valenticia’s firm, “Get proof,” centred me, but dread murmured — can I meet my brother?The monitors hummed, Valenticia’s Galden Exposed leak looping, Ravi’s name a wound. I hacked a drive stolen from him, serum formulas I’d designed, reworked now for warheads…and I can’t do it, Ravi, my fingers fumbling, heart pounding—he’s not the Ravi I u

Pier’s Reckoningvalenticia's POV~I was on Seryne’s pier, the waves beating below, a roaring noise, blitzed by the fear in my chest. Ravi Patel stood at the end of the pier, a silhouette against the lights, smirk chilling, slowly turning my way. “You’re late, Clawford.” Mentz snarled, that cutting-in-the-air voice of his, which sounded like sanding boards across salt air. My heart pounded, fear sharp—Christ, he’s Gregor’s mole, but how much more does he know? The tape recorder in my pocket hummed, awaiting his confession, heavy with Rosanna’s file, my satchel. Eleanor’s locket was warm against my clothes, and my mother’s voice whispered against the locket-- Hush, my star--and I was determined. “Speak, Ravi,” I said sternly — “why would you betray us?” His laughter was ice, “Stefan has delivered you to Gregor - your lover has sold you out”. My heart split, agony shard piercing through—Stefan?Fear spiked, piercing doubt—are we already lost? I held the phone, live-feed of Seryne’s und