บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ElenaI didn’t tell Damien.Couldn’t.Because if I had, he would’ve stopped me……..and I needed to do this alone.Not as his pawn.Not even as Isabelle’s mother.But as the woman Sierra Montrose thought she had broken.She hadn’t.And tonight, I’d prove it.It started with a whisper.A contact buried so deep in the Viper network, that even Damien hadn’t touched him in years. He went by Cipher…….a ghost in the system. Someone who didn’t exist on any official registry but once ran digital Intel for Viper's darkest operations.I used a burner and a code phrase I hadn’t spoken since I was sixteen: “Echo silent. Data bleeds.”Two minutes later, my phone buzzed.CIPHER: You finally ready to remember who you are, girl?ME: Just help me find my daughter.CIPHER: She’s in the quarantine district. Dockside sector. Off-grid. Guarded. Your window’s five hours, max. After that, she moves. Permanently.He sent coordinates. No explanation. No emotion.Exactly what I needed.---------------------------

ElenaThe bracelet sat on the marble counter, its bloodstains dry now, crusted along the fractured charm like a wound refusing to heal. I hadn’t touched it since last night. Not because I was afraid. Because I couldn’t decide whether to scream… or break. “Too slow, sister.” The words played on a loop inside my skull, each syllable soaked in venom. Each one a calculated strike from Sierra—meant to gut me where I was softest. Where I loved the most. I sat in Damien’s office, still in yesterday’s torn clothes, when the secure phone rang. Three sharp rings. Then silence. Not a number. A code. “Line Six,” Damien called from across the room, already stepping toward the console. “Untraceable frequency, Military-grade encryption.” I stood before I could think. The call wasn’t meant for him --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien watched me carefully as I lifted the receiver. “Elena Winters,” I said, voi

Elena The city never looked this different before. Fog clung to the rooftops like secrets. The alleys whispered in binary. Gone were the skyscrapers and gala stages; gone was the perfume of power. Here, in the underbelly of the city, I wasn’t Elena Winters, fallen CEO or disgraced heiress. I was just another ghost running from a storm. And I was done running. A rusted freight door creaked open in front of me. I stepped inside the old print shop, blinking through dust and flickering fluorescent lights. The air smelled like ink and circuitry. In the far corner, half-buried beneath motherboard debris and stacked server towers, sat a man hunched over four screens at once—each filled with scrolling code. He didn't look up. “Welcome to the graveyard,” he muttered. “Where reputations go to rot.” “Nice to see you too, Knox.” Knox Steele, alias: *Rewind*. Black hat turned grey hat. A legend in the underground. And once, a very bad mistake during my early years of rebellion. He finally

The office was cold…..not from the temperature, but from the man seated across from Damien.Richard Crest. Damien had grown up hating that name. He had imagined this moment countless times: fists slamming into the face that abandoned him, the father who walked out mid-rainstorm and never looked back. But when the man stepped out of the shadows the night before….older, leaner, with eyes like sharpened obsidian…..Damien hadn’t struck him. He had listened. And now, he was regretting it. “You faked your death,” Damien said quietly, his hands clenched on the edge of the table. “Left Mom to drown in debt. Left me to clean your mess”. Richard smiled faintly. “I left because survival demanded it. Do you think Crest Holdings was built with quarterly reports and polite handshakes? No. It was war, and I was the general. But generals get taken out when they’re too loud, too visible. I disappeared so I could build again…without chains.” “You built a crime syndicate,” Damien snapped. “Offshor

The news broke in the dead of night.“ELENA MONTROSE NOT A TRUE HEIR – LEGAL APPEAL FILED TO REMOVE NAME FROM GENEALOGICAL RECORD.” The headline burned across every major screen, every social feed. A digital purge had begun…..fast, brutal, effective.Sierra's doing.Elena stared at the footage, jaw clenched, heart pacing like a war drum. Beneath the smear campaign, Sierra stood in front of the press like a phoenix wrapped in silk, her voice honeyed and cold."We have now uncovered disturbing documents revealing that Elena Montrose was never biologically related to the Montrose family. Given this, her claim to the estate, legacy, and title must be considered invalid under familial law."Not even a flicker of guilt.Damien muted the screen. “We expected this.”“She’s not just challenging me,” Elena said. “She’s erasing me. Like I never existed.”“She’s scared,” Damien countered. “She wouldn’t move this fast unless she knew something worse was coming.”Elena’s shoulders tightened. “She’s