All Chapters of The Ultimatum Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

By noon, banks froze accounts “pending review.”By early afternoon, reporters began circling the Harrow Foundation, cameras pointed, voices sharpened with suspicion.HARROW FAMILY FINANCES UNDER SCRUTINY AFTER ASSASSINATION CONTROVERSYMrs. Harrow watched it unfold from her living room, confusion giving way to irritation, then to unease.Calls went unanswered. Advisors stopped returning messages. Her assistant whispered nervously about investigators requesting documents that should have been sealed years ago.“This is harassment,” she snapped. “My husband is dead. This is cruel.”But grief did not shield her the way she’d assumed it would.Marcus didn’t stop there.He pushed deeper.He released information to the underworld too. Quietly. Deliberately. Proof that Mrs. Harrow had gone rogue. That she had placed a private bounty without consensus. That she had endangered neutral parties and violated long standing lines even criminals respected.The reaction was immediate.Contracts were

The setup room hummed softly, alive with quiet power.Screens glowed in layered blues and greens, data streams flowing like veins across the walls Elena had claimed as her own the moment she moved into the Thorne estate.It smelled faintly of metal and ozone, the air charged with thought rather than violence for once.Roman stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and controlled as he ended yet another call.“Nothing,” he said finally, turning back to her. “Banks froze the Harrow accounts before regulators even filed paperwork. Boards resigned in unison. Political allies vanished overnight.”He exhaled slowly. “It was surgical.”Elena didn’t look up. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, eyes sharp, pupils reflecting lines of code. “Too surgical,” she murmured.She had started with the obvious. Surface hacks. Financial tracing. Digital fingerprints most people forgot to wipe. She expected sloppiness, ego, something to tug on.There was nothing.No signatures.No fa

Meanwhile, Marcus sat back at his desk, phone in hand, eyes unreadable.The apartment was quiet again, too quiet, the kind that let thoughts echo until they sharpened into plans. He had already felt it in his bones the moment Jace told him Elena was alive.She would dig.And when Elena Sinclair dug, she did not stop at the obvious. She peeled skin from bones. She chased ghosts. She remembered patterns no one else ever noticed.Phantom Wolf would not stay buried much longer.Marcus’s jaw tightened as he unlocked his phone and opened Jace’s chat. Jace’s name still carried a softness that didn’t belong anywhere near what Marcus was about to do, but that was precisely why it would work.He typed slowly, deliberately, crafting the message the way one laid a snare.Marcus: Hey… random thought.I might have a short work trip coming up. Nothing crazy. A few days, maybe a week. Since we’re still getting to know each other, I thought it might be nice if you tagged along. No pressure. Just… thou

Marcus’s expression shifted, something unguarded flickering through. “If she reaches out...”“She won’t,” Evan interrupted. “Not yet.”Marcus knew that too.“She’ll want proof,” Evan continued. “She always does.”Marcus looked down at his phone, Jace’s last message still open. “Then I’ll make sure she finds me when she’s ready.”Evan watched him carefully. “And if she despises you.”Marcus’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Then I’ll live with it.”“And if she tells Jace to stay away from you.”Marcus looked up, eyes dark and steady. “Then I’ll let him go.”Evan blinked. “That easy.”“No,” Marcus said softly. “That necessary.”Silence settled between them.Finally, Evan straightened. “Fine. I’ll help. But the moment Jace’s safety becomes questionable, I pull the plug.”Marcus nodded without hesitation. “Agreed.”Evan grabbed his mug and headed for the door, pausing just long enough to look back. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Marcus.”Marcus stared at his phone again, Elena’s g

“Don’t pretend this is just fun,” Elena said quietly. “And don’t ignore that feeling in your chest.”He managed a small smile. “So… go, but don’t be stupid.”“Exactly.”They stood there for a moment, the weight of the decision settling between them.Elena turned to leave, then paused.“Jace.”“Yeah?”“If Marcus is who you think he is,” she said, “then this could be something good.”She met his eyes, deadly serious now.“And if he isn’t… you trusting yourself might be what saves all of us.”Jace watched her walk away, the gravel crunching softly beneath her steps.Something positive.For once.And yet, as he resumed his walk alone, phone buzzing faintly in his pocket with Marcus’s name lighting up the screen again, that quiet whisper inside him refused to go silent.............................The press room was silent long before Senator Vauxhaul stepped to the podium.Not the polite silence of professionalism, but the tense, anticipatory quiet of predators circling a wound.Cameras