All Chapters of My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The Italian sun dipped behind the cliffs of Amalfi, painting the sky in streaks of amber and lavender. Grace sat barefoot on the terrace, her skin still tender from the burns, her ribs taped beneath a silk robe, and her heart, uncertain.Damien emerged from inside the villa, carrying two glasses of red wine.“You’re not supposed to be drinking,” he said with a teasing smile.She raised an eyebrow. “You brought two glasses.”He handed her one and shrugged. “I said you weren’t supposed to. Not me.”They clinked glasses quietly.For a moment, there was only the sound of waves crashing below them, and the rustling of olive trees in the wind.Grace exhaled slowly. “You ever wonder how we got here?”Damien chuckled. “You mean from private jets and boardroom battles to blood-soaked vaults, clones, and kidnapped kids?”She nodded.He tilted his head, eyes serious now. “We survived.”“That doesn’t mean it’s over.”What Peace Feels Like…Inside the villa, Hope, Grace’s clone, technically, but m

The knife trembled in Noah’s hand.Or maybe it was Grace’s grip around his wrist, her breath coming fast, heart pounding louder than the footsteps echoing down the hall. The moonlight filtered through the broken curtains of the guest room, casting ghostly slivers across the floor. Hope, safe in the adjoining suite, hadn't stirred. Yet.“Noah?” she hissed, still straddling his chest, the cold steel of her blade pressing to his throat. “What the hell are you doing here?”He gave a twisted smile, blood trickling from his lip. “Finishing what you started.”A footstep in the hall. Damien burst in with his gun drawn, eyes sharp, posture lethal. Behind him, Cassian appeared seconds later, gaze flicking from Noah to Grace’s position on top of him.“I thought he was dead,” Damien muttered, lifting his gun to Noah’s temple.“He should’ve been,” Cassian added.Noah laughed, low and bitter. “You all underestimate the Board. You think Jade’s the enemy? She’s a puppet. A wild one, but still just a

The convoy raced through the shadowed Swiss countryside, headlights slicing through the darkness like swords.No one spoke. Not Jade. Not Cassian. Not even Hope, who clutched her tiny hands into Grace’s shirt as if afraid the silence might swallow them next.But Grace was not silent in her mind.Her thoughts screamed.Where is Damien? What if he didn’t make it out? What if I told him to stay? What if this is my fault?She stared out the window, watching the flames of the Eterna Tower still flickering in the distant skyline. Each ember that glowed in the rearview mirror was a bullet in her chest.Cassian’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched so tightly, it looked like he might crack his own teeth.“He told me to get you out,” he muttered after a long pause.Grace turned to him, voice raw. “He saved us all.”Cassian didn’t respond.Because deep down, they both knew the truth: Damien had always been willing to trade his life for Grace’s.Safe House, Broke

The soft rustle of olive trees in the breeze should have been peaceful.But Grace felt it, a shift in the air. A pressure.Danger had returned.Inside the villa, Damien was studying the satellite images Noah pulled up on the secure laptop. Multiple heat signatures. Military-style vehicles parked two miles out. Drones sweeping the countryside.“We have thirty minutes. Tops,” Noah said.Damien turned to Grace. “They found us.”Her jaw tightened. “Then we do what we always do. We don’t run, we survive.”Noah tossed a duffel bag onto the table. “Guns. Grenades. Two burner phones. And one very pissed-off ex-hacker with a grudge.”“I like your optimism,” Damien muttered.Noah cracked a grin. “I charge extra for sarcasm under fire.”The Calm Before the StormGrace walked out to the courtyard, her boots crunching on gravel. She stood under the stone archway where she’d once kissed Damien under a pink Tuscan moon.Now that same sky looked like it was holding its breath.He joined her a moment

The storm over the Alps rolled in fast, lightning streaked the black sky as if nature itself was reacting to the chaos Grace had unleashed.The leak went global.Board secrets flooded every corner of the internet. Names. Accounts. Surveillance footage. Assassination orders. Bribery trails. Government cover-ups. No one was spared.World leaders held emergency press conferences. Billionaires vanished overnight. Protests erupted from Geneva to Johannesburg. And through it all, one name kept surfacing in the classified documents:Grace Ashford.MarkedAt the Austrian safehouse, Grace stood before a cracked mirror, staring at her reflection.Everything had changed.No more hiding. No more wondering who she was. No more running from her family name.Ashford.It had once been a name built on opulence, scandal, and shadows. But now, thanks to her, it meant something else.Justice.Truth.Rebellion.She turned as Damien entered the room, his arm still in a sling, the bruises on his jaw darker