Semua Bab My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Bab 161 - Bab 170

The following morning brought with it an eerie calm, the kind that wrapped around Aurora’s chest like a noose. She stood on the balcony of Damian’s penthouse, the cool breeze from the sea brushing against her skin. The air smelled like salt and secrets.In the distance, the waves crashed as if warning her of what lay ahead.Inside, Damian was pacing. The information from the flash drive had been copied, encrypted, and sent to three different locations. “Just in case,” he’d said. But the real storm was yet to come.Aurora turned to face him. “We need to confront him.”Damian stopped, his jaw tightening. “Your father is a man who thrives on control. You take that from him, he’ll lash out.”She stepped closer, her voice unwavering. “Let him.”For a moment, he just stared at her. “You’ve changed.”She nodded. “So have you.”They were no longer playing lovers in a forbidden fantasy. They were allies. Warriors. And the war was personal.Damian walked to his desk and pulled open a drawer, re

The courtroom was silent, save for the scribble of pens and the rhythmic tapping of a stenographer’s keyboard. Elena sat in the front row, her eyes locked on the man she loved, Sebastian Wolfe, dressed in a tailored navy suit, silver cuffs on his wrists. He looked calm, composed. Dangerous, even in restraint.But she knew better. She had seen the cracks beneath the armor. The man who whispered poetry to her in the middle of the night. The man who carried the weight of vengeance on his shoulders, only to set it down for love.Now, that man stood trial.The prosecutor, a stern woman with sharp features and sharper words, stood. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Sebastian Wolfe is not a mere businessman. He is a predator. He orchestrated financial takedowns with precision. He manipulated stock markets through ghost subsidiaries. And he did all this while charming the world with philanthropic smiles.”A murmur rippled through the room.Elena clenched her hands on her lap. She didn’t know

The boardroom of the newly rebranded Wolfe-Carrington Corporation buzzed with anticipation. Reporters camped outside the skyscraper’s lobby. Inside, shareholders shifted in leather seats, whispering about the power couple now running the empire.Elena adjusted the sapphire pin on her blazer, her fingers betraying the nerves she refused to show on her face. She looked every bit the billionaire heiress turned corporate phoenix. But today wasn’t about elegance, it was war disguised as business.Sebastian entered, his presence magnetic. Wearing a charcoal-gray suit with an open collar, he moved like a man who had nothing to prove but everything to protect. His hand brushed Elena’s back as he passed her, the brief contact grounding them both.He took the seat at the head of the table, and Elena sat to his right.Across from them sat Victoria Halden, the interim CFO, an icy, ambitious woman who once stood loyal to Edward Carrington and who now eyed Elena like a lioness watching her competit

Elena stood at the edge of her father’s estate garden, the night wind rustling the branches of the old oak tree that had once been her childhood hiding place. The stars were bright overhead, but her world felt darker than ever. Somewhere out there, her father’s hidden son, Julian Knox, was planning his next move.“Julian” she whispered the name like a curse and a prayer.Behind her, Sebastian stepped into the moonlight. He had shed the jacket of his bespoke suit, sleeves rolled up, looking less like the billionaire heir and more like a soldier preparing for war.“He’s already started leaking documents,” he said, handing her a tablet. “This morning, two anonymous exposés were published online about Carrington Holdings, detailing financial corruption, insider trading, and fake humanitarian fronts.”Elena scrolled through the articles, her stomach twisting. “Some of this it’s true.”“I know. But not all of it,” Sebastian replied. “He’s mixing truth with lies, twisting facts into a blade.

The sun had barely risen over the Atlantic when Elena stood at the edge of the infinity pool, the soft wind toying with her silk robe. Her reflection shimmered on the water’s surface like a fragile illusion, much like her life had become. She no longer knew which version of herself was real: the girl who fell recklessly in love with her father’s rival, or the woman standing at a crossroads, forced to choose between duty and desire.Behind her, the sprawling glass mansion was quiet, too quiet. Damien had left the night before after another argument that had left them both raw and breathless, not from passion, but from pain.She clutched the pendant he’d given her weeks ago, the one with the sapphire center. The same pendant she had seen in an old photograph, worn by a woman who looked just like her mother.The revelation had broken her.She wasn't just Damien’s lover.She was connected to him in ways neither of them had dared to imagine.“Elena.”The voice was husky, unexpected, and ha