All Chapters of My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The chopper blades thundered overhead as Grace cradled Micah tightly to her chest, her body shielding him from the chaos of their retreat. The compound blazed behind them, Jade's fortress of lies finally crumbling to ash.Micah’s small arms wrapped around her neck, trembling, not from the cold, but from the storm of revelations that had ripped through his young world.She stroked his hair gently. “I’ve got you, baby. No one’s ever taking you from me again.”Damien stood beside her, blood still smeared across his cheek, eyes on the perimeter, always the protector. Noah was at the controls, steady hands flying them across the ocean toward an uncertain dawn.But in Grace’s arms was the one thing that now gave her purpose beyond revenge.Her son.Her future.Three Weeks Later, A Private Villa in Southern ItalyGrace walked barefoot through the tiled corridors of the villa, her silk robe trailing behind her like a whisper. The morning light streamed in through open French doors, the scent

Snow fell in thick, silent drapes outside the villa in Copenhagen. Inside, everything was still, except for Grace’s heart.It pounded in her chest like war drums.Micah was safe now, curled under blankets in the next room. Noah stood at the edge of the living room, scrolling furiously through a tablet filled with satellite images and fragmented comms logs. He was talking, she knew. Explaining something important. Strategic.But she couldn’t hear him.Her mind was still trapped in the silo, in the fire, in the last words she’d heard from Damien before everything exploded.And thenNothing.No sign of him.No trace.No signal.Just ashes.Grace clutched the locket around her neck. Inside was Micah’s photo. The only thing she had left that hadn’t been tainted by lies, betrayal or death.She whispered, “He can’t be gone.”Noah finally stopped pacing. “Grace, you need to hear this.”She turned slowly. Her voice was low, deadly calm. “If it’s not about Damien being alive, I don’t want to he

The wind howled over the darkened alleys of Marrakech as Grace stepped out of the shadowed SUV, her boots hitting the ground with quiet authority. Her face was concealed beneath a scarf, her eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. She didn’t need backup. This was personal.She checked her holster, adjusted the tiny blade tucked at her waist, and moved through the maze of sandstone buildings with one destination in mind, the Blue Widow's Nest, Zara’s private safe house rumored to be guarded by ex-KGB agents and ghosts of the old world.But Grace didn’t fear ghosts.She’d become one herself.Jade’s Growing GuiltInside the villa, Jade sat in front of a mirror, staring at her reflection.She looked like someone else now, more angular, eyes colder, lips painted in war-red. But beneath the surface, the same little girl from Marrakesh’s orphanage lived on. The same girl Grace had once rescued from a smuggler’s cage, taught how to read, and trained in the art of survival.She still remembered her

The safehouse was quiet, too quiet for someone like Grace who had spent years in war zones and boardrooms that felt like battlefields. But as she stared at the encrypted files on her laptop, silence was necessary. It was her shield, thin but vital, against the storm that was coming.Zara was on the move again. And Jade Jade was becoming something unpredictable.Damien entered the room, his hair still damp from the shower, a mug of coffee in one hand and a look that lingered between exhaustion and obsession.“You’ve been up all night again,” he said.“I slept for twenty minutes,” Grace replied, not looking away from her screen. “Zara’s money trail leads to a shell company called Spectra Global in Geneva. She’s using them to launder the AI's test trades, but something doesn’t add up.”Damien handed her the coffee. “Zara’s always had a backup to her backup. You think Spectra is the real nerve center?”Grace took a sip and leaned back. “I think Spectra is the doorway. But the real system,

The moon hung like a watchful eye over the Aegean Sea, casting silver shadows over the villa. Inside, everything was supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. The kind of silence that follows a proposal.But silence, in Damien and Grace’s world, rarely meant peace.It meant something was brewing.Something was coming.Jade sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room, her laptop balanced on her thighs, Leo beside her. He was sketching again, except this time, the images looked like blueprints overlaid with cryptic symbols. His pencil moved with unnerving precision, like he wasn’t entirely the one guiding it.Grace stepped in from the balcony, her engagement ring glinting under the chandelier light.“How long has he been drawing?”Jade didn’t look up. “Three hours. Nonstop.”“Same symbols?”“He’s layering them now. The system he’s building” She tapped the laptop. “It's not just Zara’s Athena AI. It's something new.”Damien entered with a glass of whiskey. “How new are we talking?”Jade turne