All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151Alexander's office at Kane Industries had been transformed into a war room. Maps of Boston covered every surface, marked with red pins showing abandoned buildings, warehouses, and industrial sites where a kidnapper might hide. FBI agents huddled around laptops, tracing phone signals and analyzing security footage. Private investigators fielded calls from informants across the city."Nothing from the industrial district," Agent Martinez reported, hanging up her phone. "We've checked twelve warehouses so far. All empty."Alexander stood at the window, his hands pressed against the glass as he stared out at the city that somewhere held his wife. Three hours had passed since Mona's disappearance, and every minute felt like a knife twisting in his chest."Sir," Daniel Mercer approached with another stack of files. "We've identified the woman who lured Mrs. Kane into the alley. Margaret Walsh, former Caldwell Industries accounting clerk. Fired six months ago for falsifying times

Chapter 153 Alexander's hands trembled as he dialed the encrypted number that Daniel had given him three hours earlier. The voice that answered belonged to Marcus Reed, a former Navy SEAL who now ran private military operations for clients who needed problems solved quietly and efficiently. "Kane here," Alexander said when Reed picked up. "I need your team. Tonight." "I heard about your wife," Reed's voice was calm, professional. "Kidnapping extraction is dangerous work. High risk of civilian casualties." Alexander pressed his phone closer to his ear, blocking out the noise of FBI agents and technicians working around him. "Marcus, I'll pay whatever you ask. Just bring me people who can get her back alive." "Money isn't the issue. This is about skill and precision. One mistake and your wife dies." "Then don't make mistakes," Alexander said firmly. Two hours later, four men in dark tactical gear arrived at Kane Industries through the building's secure entrance. Marcus Reed led t

Chapter 155Samuel's chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps. Blood pooled beneath him on the concrete floor, spreading outward like spilled wine. His white shirt was now crimson, the fabric clinging to his chest where the bullet had torn through muscle and bone."Samuel!" Alexander dropped to his knees beside his cousin, pressing his hands against the wound to stop the bleeding. The warmth of Samuel's blood seeped through his fingers as he tried to apply pressure to the hole in his chest.Samuel's eyes found Alexander's face, his pupils dilated with shock and pain. "Can't... can't breathe," he whispered, blood frothing at the corners of his mouth.Emily stood frozen against the wall, the gun still clutched in her trembling hands. Her face was white with horror as she stared at her dying son. "I didn't mean to shoot you," she said, her voice breaking. "I was aiming for her. I was trying to kill her."The sound of heavy boots pounded up the warehouse stairs. Voices shouted comm

Chapter 157Emily sat on the narrow cot in her Suffolk County Jail cell, staring at the concrete wall where someone had scratched the words "NOBODY CARES" into the gray paint. The orange jumpsuit they had given her hung loose on her shrinking frame. She hadn't eaten since her arrest twelve hours ago, hadn't slept, hadn't spoken to anyone except to refuse the lawyer the court had appointed for her.The sound of metal doors clanging and footsteps echoing down the corridor made her look up. A guard approached her cell, keys jangling from his belt."Caldwell," the guard said. "You have a visitor."Emily's heart leaped with desperate hope. "Samuel? Is it Samuel?"The guard's expression remained neutral. "Visitor room. Let's go."Emily's hands shook as the guard placed handcuffs on her wrists and led her through the maze of corridors toward the visitor area. Maybe Samuel was alive. Maybe the doctors had been wrong. Maybe her son had survived and come to see her.The visitor room was a steri

Chapter 159Sarah Caldwell sat in the small coffee shop near Boston Common, stirring her untouched latte and staring out the window at people hurrying past in the November cold. Two weeks had passed since Samuel's funeral, two weeks since she had walked away from her mother forever, two weeks since she had become truly alone in the world.Her phone buzzed with a text message from Alexander Kane: "Can we meet? I have something important to discuss with you."Sarah stared at the message for a long time before responding. She had no reason to trust Alexander Kane, no reason to believe he wanted anything good for her. But she also had nothing left to lose."Where?" she typed back."Kane Industries. Top floor. One hour."Sarah finished her coffee and walked through Boston's financial district toward the gleaming tower that now housed what had once been her family's empire. The November wind cut through her thin coat, reminding her that she couldn't afford to buy warmer clothes. Her savings