All Chapters of My Father's Rival Is My Lover : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The morning after the wedding shimmered with tranquility. Birds chirped from cypress trees that framed the edge of the estate, and soft waves lapped the rocky shore below. Villa Azzurra, once a place of secrets, now breathed like a sanctuary.Alma stirred beneath cream-colored silk sheets, the sun warming her cheek. Her hand stretched instinctively to the other side of the bed.Empty.She sat up slowly, her white slip falling off one shoulder. Her fingers brushed the warm indent Julian had left. A folded note lay beside it, weighed down with a small, pale seashell.Gone for a walk. Didn’t want to wake you. You were dreaming with your eyes open. I’ll bring coffee. Love .Alma smiled and pressed the note to her lips.She rose and stepped into a long robe, tying it loosely around her waist. As she walked barefoot through the stone hall, her reflection in the antique mirrors reminded her of a life once obsessed with perfection, with image. But now she was untamed, radiant, soft in a way p

The morning after the global broadcast was strangely quiet.No more sirens. No angry calls from world leaders. Just a deadly, uncomfortable silence, like the world was collectively holding its breath.In their private safehouse deep in the Italian Alps, Alma and Julian were already on edge. The air outside was crisp, but inside, the tension was suffocating.Julian stood by the window, his gaze lost in the misty mountain horizon. He hadn't spoken much since the files went public. Alma, on the other hand, hadn’t stopped moving, checking lines of code, securing satellite VPN links, triple-checking their alternate escape plans.“It’s too quiet,” Alma murmured, scrolling through secure feeds. “Too clean.”Julian turned toward her. “We pulled the pin on the world's most powerful cartel. And no retaliation? That’s not Aureum. That’s not Cassian.”She stopped typing. “He’s planning something. And we need to be three steps ahead.”A sharp knock echoed from the front of the cabin. Both of them

The message echoed in Alma’s mind like a drumbeat she couldn’t silence.“Don’t come looking. I’d rather die on my terms than live on Cassian’s.”She had listened to the voicemail a dozen times since Julian vanished, and each time, it shattered her in a new way.He was gone.Vanished into the world, leaving behind only the silence and the scent of his cologne on their shared pillow. No clues. No coordinates. No digital trail. As if he had never existed.Selene found her in the safehouse’s basement gym, punching a bag until her knuckles bled through the wraps.“You can’t fight the pain away,” Selene said quietly.“I can try,” Alma growled, swinging again. “He left me.”“He thought he was saving you.”“Then he’s a damn fool.”Selene crossed her arms. “You trained me to think two steps ahead. If Julian’s playing martyr, then he’s headed somewhere that matters.”Alma stopped punching.“Cassian.”Somewhere in Montenegro, Cassian’s Mountain EstateThe air was thin at this altitude. Crisp. Qu

The Mediterranean shimmered like scattered diamonds as Alma stepped onto the balcony of the villa overlooking the coast. Her bare feet kissed the cold marble. The ocean breeze pulled at her silk robe, and far below, the city buzzed with its usual glamour.But today, Alma wasn’t Alma Delacourte, the most wanted fugitive on Interpol’s list.Today, she was something else.She was a power in her own right.Since the fall of Red Eden, Julian and Alma had dismantled every major offshoot Cassian had built, one by one. The biotech firms. The shadow shell companies. The digital currency systems meant to track human genetics. Piece by piece, the empire was turned into dust.Cassian Vale, now locked in a black-site prison in Eastern Europe, hadn’t been seen or heard from publicly in 180 days.The world was changing.And they were at the center of it.Julian walked out onto the balcony behind her, holding two espresso cups and shirtless under the early sun. The scars on his chest, physical remind

The steel door sealed with a hiss behind them.Julian spun to face the threat. Selene raised her sidearm in a blink. Alma stayed perfectly still, her eyes locked with the woman outside the glass, the woman who had once promised her perfection.Circe.Even through the thick bulletproof barrier, her presence was unmistakable. Regal. Cold. Clinical. Her black uniform was pristine. No visible weapons, but Alma knew better. Circe didn’t need bullets.She had built her arsenal in flesh and blood.“Shut it down!” Julian yelled.Selene turned back to the console, fingers flying over the interface. “I’m in a ghost loop. She's activated a lockdown.”Circe’s voice echoed through the speaker above the door, soft and poisoned with familiarity.“Alma. Welcome home, my brightest creation.”Alma stepped forward slowly. “Don’t you dare call me that.”“But that’s what you are,” Circe said, almost gently. “We molded you. Every cell, every instinct, every flash of brilliance. You weren’t born into greatn