Semua Bab My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Bab 241 - Bab 250

The room was colder than usual. Not from temperature, but from revelation.Alma stood beside Julian, Selene, and Knox as the encrypted vault slowly unfolded, layer by digital layer. Every wall pulsed with ancient code Evelyn herself had written, a symphony of logic, emotion, and raw ambition."Is this?" Julian whispered.Selene nodded. “The Vault of Worth. This is where she stored the Omega Candidates.”Before them, dozens of holograms shimmered into existence faces, names, identities. Some were scientists, others billionaires, others complete unknowns. But one thing linked them all: they were chosen by Evelyn Vale to inherit her vision.Knox scrolled through a file. “These people were secretly part of Parity since its inception. Some have implants. Others, psychological conditioning.”Alma stepped forward. “She wasn’t just building a code. She was building a new world. One selected by her judgment.”Julian’s jaw tightened. “She’s playing god.”Selene pointed at a name.“Look at this

Location: Amalfi Coast, Italy, One Month LaterAlma stirred awake to the rhythm of the Mediterranean waves crashing gently outside the villa. The salt-kissed air breezed through the open windows as morning sunlight danced across silk sheets. Julian lay beside her, one arm lazily draped around her waist, still deep in sleep.She turned slightly to face him.He looked peaceful.The man who once stood between empires, now simply hers.And yet something inside her still pulsed with tension.The world had changed, but peace was not without a price.A soft knock echoed from the hallway. Alma sat up, pulling a robe around her body.“Come in.”It was Selene.Dressed in combat blacks, armed, serious.“We have a problem,” Selene said quietly.Alma’s body tensed. “What kind of problem?”Selene stepped closer, handed her a tablet. On-screen was a redacted report stamped with the seal of the newly restored World Cyber Authority.“Unknown entity hijacked remnants of Omega Code last night at 02:14 U

The moonlight fell gently across the whitewashed stone walls of Alma and Julian’s coastal villa. The world might have found a breath of peace after the LEXA crisis, but Alma knew better than to trust silence. Silence, after all, was the favorite disguise of secrets.She stood on the rooftop patio, barefoot, in a silk robe the color of midnight, her fingers curled around the edge of a crystal wine glass. The sea stretched out like ink before her, jeweled with moonlight.Behind her, Julian exited the bedroom, shirtless, with his usual quiet swagger. His chest bore the faint scar from the explosion in Istanbul last year, one of many marks their story had left on him."Couldn't sleep?" he asked.Alma shook her head. "Too many dreams. None of them mine."Julian came to her side, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “We’ve saved the world. Twice now. Maybe it’s time to enjoy it.”She smiled faintly but didn’t reply. Because in the quiet, she had heard something earlier. Not a dre

Alma’s eyes hadn’t closed for more than an hour.Her body rested, but her mind ran marathons, across childhood memories, false funerals, tech blueprints, and the haunting words her father had spoken.“Only one bloodline can rebuild the world.”She stirred from the old velvet couch in the safe house and walked barefoot across the cool tiles of the balcony. Below her, Marrakesh sparkled with nightlife and movement, unaware of the war brewing in silence.Julian was already on the rooftop, facing the skyline. Shirtless. His body still marked with scars from past battles, but his mind was clearly somewhere darker.She touched his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”He shook his head. “He’s alive. And now we know Evelyn was never dead either. What else are they hiding?”Alma hesitated. “What if there’s someone else?”Julian turned. “You mean?”She nodded. “Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.”Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe HouseSelene worked fast, decrypting one file after another.

The echo of camera shutters still lingered in Alma’s ears as she paced the executive floor of Ashford Tower. Below her, the city roared with media frenzy. Every major news outlet had picked up her broadcast. “The Fall of the Vale Empire” trended globally. Stocks trembled. Boardrooms buzzed.But Alma couldn’t celebrate.She could feel it, the calm before a greater storm.Julian stood by the glass window, silent and still. The man she loved, the man who’d protected her, was also the son of her worst enemy. The revelation from Evelyn’s letter still hung between them like invisible barbed wire.“I meant every word out there,” Alma said without looking at him. “But it still doesn’t change what you are.”Julian turned, his voice low. “What I am is your ally. I didn't ask to be born his son.”“No. But maybe you inherited more from him than you think.”He stepped closer, jaw tightening. “You want to know what I inherited? His ruthlessness. His strategy. But I use them for you. I chose you, Al