All Chapters of Chasing The billionaire's Shadow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

--- Chapter Twenty The desert wind howled around us, a gritty whisper of everything we’d left burning behind. Liam didn’t slow until the smoke faded into the horizon. We crouched behind a ridge, hearts racing, the bunker’s distant ruin still flickering against the sky. I exhaled shakily. “She’ll come after us harder now.” “She always does,” Liam replied. “But this time, we hit back.” Freya wiped sweat from her brow, her braid loose and streaked with ash. “The upload reached the Ark, but it’s only a matter of time before Scarlett tries to intercept or spin it.” “She won’t get the chance,” Liam said. “Not if we move first.” I turned to him. “To where? Another bunker? Another trap?” He shook his head. “No. To the capital.” I stared. “What?” “We need to expose her publicly. Face to face. In her own stronghold.” Freya crossed her arms. “That’s suicide.” Liam’s eyes locked with mine. “Not if Isla leads the reveal.” My throat tightened. “Me?” “She’s the only one who can trigg

--- Chapter Twenty-Two The press labeled it the New Dawn. They painted murals of my mother and whispered stories about how her daughter had undone decades of control in a single night. But reality wasn’t as poetic as they wanted it to be.Scarlett’s body had vanished. One moment she was sprawled on the gravel, her systems fried. The next—gone. No trace. No trail. Not even a heat signature. And Liam couldn’t stop pacing since. “Too easy,” he muttered, pacing the length of the safehouse living room. “It’s never this easy.” “It wasn’t easy,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. “We barely made it out. Half the city’s still wired to her network. And if she’s really gone, why are encrypted pings still being received on her server ports?” Tamar, sitting cross-legged on the couch, sighed. “Because dead monsters echo.” Freya, typing furiously on the tablet, didn’t look up. “Or because the monster isn’t dead. Just hiding. Adapting.” I stood. “Then we adapt faster.” Liam finally stopped pa

Chapter Twenty-Three The plan was insanity wrapped in necessity. Delphi Base wasn’t just secure—it was a legend in the underground. A place whispered about in codes, in bars, in the screams of hackers who had tried and vanished. But we had no choice. Not if we wanted to finish what Clara started. Richter led us through a map projection that blinked with infrared signatures and rotating security patterns. We sat around a holographic table, the soft hum of the generator the only sound. “Two minutes to breach the outer wall,” Richter said, pointing to a circular gate buried beneath what looked like a dried-up riverbed. “Four minutes to navigate the corridor before motion sensors come online.” “Then what?” I asked. “Then you enter the Cold Room,” he said, eyes hardening. “No signals, no surveillance. Just the core server.” “Perfect,” Tamar whispered. “A dead zone.” “Not perfect,” Liam corrected. “It’s a trap zone. Anything goes wrong in there, and no one can help.” Richter look