All Chapters of My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The sky over Prague was bruised with the purple hues of early evening as Grace Ashford stepped out of the limo, wrapped in midnight blue silk that shimmered like moonlight on water. The grand opera house, now transformed into the venue for Roland Eckhart’s infamous annual charity ball, loomed like a palace of secrets.Grace's steps were steady, calculated, her arm entwined with Nathaniel’s. Every movement was rehearsed, every glance choreographed. This wasn’t just a party.It was a battlefield dressed in velvet and gold.As she reached the entrance, cameras flashed, their lights stinging like hornets. Journalists called her name, hungry for a quote from the woman who’d dethroned Verona and survived a corporate war.Grace offered a poised smile.The Queen had arrived.Inside the Wolf’s DenThe ballroom glittered with opulence, golden chandeliers, marble columns, and a sea of masked elites moving to the delicate waltz of a live orchestra.Everyone was watching her.Nathaniel leaned in,

The private jet sliced through the clouds like a silver blade, heading straight for Geneva. Grace sat quietly by the window, her face bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun. But her mind was a storm.Could her mother truly be alive?Or was this just another trap, another web spun by Verona, the woman who’d once claimed to be her godmother and turned out to be one of Roland’s deadliest allies?Nathaniel sat beside her, silent, but watchful. His fingers intertwined with hers, grounding her.“You’re quiet,” he finally said.“I’m trying to prepare myself,” she answered, not looking away from the horizon. “For the possibility that she’s alive… or that she’s not.”He nodded, his thumb gently brushing her knuckles. “Whatever happens in Geneva, we face it together. You’re not alone in this.”Grace’s gaze flicked to him. “No. I’m not.”But in her heart, she knew this was a journey she’d have to walk through the fire to understand.And if Verona was lying…Grace wouldn’t hesitate thi

The yacht cut through the dark sea like a blade through silk.Grace stood at the bow, hair whipped by the wind, eyes locked on the distant silhouette on the horizon, Roland Armond’s private island. The place where it all began. Where lives were stolen, fates rewritten, and innocence devoured.Behind her, Noah sat in silence, still grappling with everything he’d learned his stolen childhood, his sister, his blood soaked past. Nathaniel was below deck, reviewing blueprints of the estate one last time. Aria had stayed behind in Istanbul to track any reinforcements Roland might send.Grace gripped the railing harder. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore.It was about reclaiming everything.The Island of MasksThey arrived just before dawn.The estate rose like a beast out of the jungle stone towers, reinforced gates, motion sensors, guards. Roland wasn’t just hiding. He was preparing for war.Nathaniel joined her at the bow, binoculars in hand. “The eastern wall has a blind spot. We go

The tension inside the Zurich bunker was so thick it could’ve been cut with a blade.Everyone moved with precision, Noah coordinating surveillance, Aria assembling field teams, Eva silently observing, and Grace... Grace felt as though the walls were slowly closing in on her. Every breath was heavier, every thought laced with dread.Jade was coming.A ghost from the same bloodline. A sister. A killer.Grace stood at the center of the operations room, arms crossed, eyes locked on a large screen projecting the world map. One red dot blinked in Johannesburg. The same red that marked Roland’s death, and now, Jade’s presence.“Any movement?” she asked, voice clipped.Noah zoomed in on the satellite feed. “She’s left the safehouse she was in. Last seen on surveillance near the airport two hours ago. We assume she’s heading west.”Nathaniel leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “She’s not wasting time. If she’s anything like Roland described, she’s trained to disappear into c

The dawn was ghost-pale over Zurich.In the distance, church bells rang faintly, hollow echoes across the city skyline, oblivious to the war that was hours from erupting behind Ashford Estate’s towering gates.Grace stood before her assembled SEEDs in the training hall, now converted into a command center. A holographic map of the compound flickered above the table. Every pathway. Every weak point. Every escape route.Her voice was calm, but inside, adrenaline rushed like a tsunami.“Jade will strike today. We don’t know how many she’s bringing, but assume they're trained, lethal, and have no hesitation.”Nathaniel stepped forward. “We hold the compound. We don’t chase. We don’t leave formation. Everyone follows Grace’s orders.”Samira, dressed in all black, crossed her arms. “And if she tries to negotiate?”“She won’t,” Grace replied. “Jade only talks when it benefits her.”Eva smirked, a dagger twirling between her fingers. “Good. I’m done talking anyway.”Hearts Before the FireBef