Semua Bab The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Elena’s POV The air was electric. Spotlights cut through the night sky above the Helix-Tower, their beams crossing like swords. Screens the size of buildings flashed the crest of our newborn empire: Evexia Consortium – phoenix rendered in platinum and obsidian, wings outstretched over a globe. I stood behind the bulletproof glass, watching the sea of reporters, global executives, and masked rivals gather like moths to fire. My hand gripped the silver podium tighter than I meant to. “Ready?” Damien’s voice came low behind me, calm, grounded. He was always composed before battle. I used to think it meant he didn’t feel the pressure. Now I knew better. He just hid it where no one could weaponize it. I turned to him, eyes flicking over the perfect black-on-black suit, the Evexia pin on his lapel, and the controlled chaos in his eyes. “Are ‘you’ ready?” “I’ve never been more sure about a war,” he said. “And about the woman I’d burn down the world with”. A thin smile broke through my

Elena’s POVI recognized him the moment he stepped into the interrogation chamber…..though I hadn’t seen him in nearly two decades. No disguise could hide the faint scar on his chin, the one I gave him when I was seven and insisted on learning to fence with real blades. My father’s favorite protégé. The one who called me “Little Titan” behind my back because I never stayed down. Gavin Langston. He looked older, but not weaker…..suave in a tailored midnight suit, silver cufflinks shaped like crests. Not our crest, but something adjacent. Twisted. He gave me a slow, appraising smile. “I expected Damien,” he said. “But it had to be you, didn’t it?” I kept my expression unreadable. “You’re the mole.” He didn’t deny it. “Tell me,” I said quietly, “did you betray my father too?” Gavin leaned back in the chair as though we were catching up over espresso, not confronting treason. “I served your father until the end. But when his end came… the Montrose legacy should’ve died with him. Y

Elena’s POVThe world didn’t end in a fiery explosion or a dramatic boardroom vote. It ended with the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors of Evexia’s global headquarters alone. The security guards stepped aside the moment they saw me. They knew the shift had come. I was no longer half of an empire. I was the empire. And Damien… Damien was gone from my inner circle. For now.The glass doors to the executive wing hissed open, and I stepped inside. His cologne still lingered in the air - a ghost of something that once made me feel invincible. Now, it felt like poison. I passed the twin portraits that had once symbolized our co-leadership. Mine was already being moved to the central position. His? Turned against the wall. “Madam Montrose,” Sophia, my executive assistant, greeted softly, “I’ve drafted the revised org chart. Damien’s daily oversight has been shifted. You’ll be the sole signatory on acquisitions, finance, and security protocols. Shall I confirm the boa

Elena’s POVThe glass door slammed so hard it echoed like a gunshot. I tore away from Victor, breath catching, panic curling in my gut. I already knew who it was----- Damien……. I chased after the sound, my heels echoing through the corridor. By the time I reached the elevator, the doors had already closed. Gone. I pressed the emergency override…..nothing. He’d locked me out of his tracking permissions. No. No, no, no. “Victor, stay here,” I snapped. “Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone. And for God’s sake, don’t follow me.” His eyes searched mine, unreadable. “Elena—” “I mean it.” Because right now, I couldn’t tell if I was furious with him… or with myself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien’s penthouse was dark when I stormed in, lights untouched, the city’s skyline casting long shadows across the marble. He stood at the bar, back turned, nursing a glass of something amber and expensive. His jacket was

Elena’s POVPower is a knife; you either wield it or bleed from it.And tonight, I was both the wielder and the wound.The ink on my Syndicate allegiance hadn’t even dried before I took my first strike. I didn’t wait for permission. I didn’t consult the Circle. I simply movedFrom the Evexia war room – our underground bunker reconfigured for shadow warfare. I ordered a cyber-strike through the Syndicate’s mirror network.My target: Sierra’s off-grid shell accounts, the ones she used to funnel dark money, launder bribes, and manipulate boardroom puppets across five continents.“You’re sure we can breach it?” I asked the hacker seated beside me – an old Syndicate loyalist called Specter.“She’s good,” he said, fingers gliding over a half-dozen monitors. “But I’m better. Give me three minutes, and I’ll make her fortune bleed from the inside out.”“You have one.”He smirked. “Understood.”The countdown began. Behind us, Victor stood silently by the door, a ghost of muscle and tension. He h