Semua Bab The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Bab 161 - Bab 170

The sterile hum of the Syndicate's war room filled the air. A constant reminder of what I had inherited, what I had won – and what I now had to destroy. The walls were lined with cold, encrypted terminals, each one buzzing with the quiet energy of a world built on secrets, lies, and power. But the weight in my chest had nothing to do with the room's unfeeling, mechanized nature. It was the word I had just heard, echoing through my mind: Phase Two. The voice that had spoken it was familiar, a shadow from the past that I couldn’t shake – Victor. The ghost who had warned me. Who had promised this moment would come.Phase Two — what did that even mean? What was I supposed to do with this? The thought gnawed at me as I paced the length of the room. Isabelle and Damien were standing at a distance, their presence like anchors, grounding me while I spiraled. I could hear Damien’s voice now, his quiet confidence always there, even when I didn’t want it. “Whatever it is,” he said, his voice

The cobbled streets of Geneva glistened under the grey wash of late – morning drizzle. Elena kept her head low beneath the hood of her wool coat, her boots echoing off the empty sidewalk as she moved with purpose toward the Palais de Techno-Diplomatie. The building ahead stood like a fortress – glass and steel towering over the banks of Lake Geneva, its windows armored, its perimeter patrolled discreetly by European security agents with cybernetic badges blinking beneath their collars. This was the last thread she had to pull. The European Tech Oversight Council wasn’t just a diplomatic body. They were the closest thing the world had to an ethical firewall – a coalition of nations and scientists acting as watchdogs over disruptive technology. If anyone could intervene, or at least slow down Phase Two, it was them. Inside, the temperature dropped as she passed security checkpoints and retinal scans. She was flanked on either side by neutral Swiss guards as she entered the inner chamb

The sound of my footsteps echoed in the narrow underground corridor, each step a reminder of the grave secrets buried in the stone beneath my feet. Victor led the way, his face hard and unreadable, a man of few words and a thousand hidden motivations. The walls seemed to close in as we moved deeper, the air growing heavier with every inch we descended into the depths of the Obsidian Archive. It had been Elena’s mother who had constructed this place – a hidden vault designed to house the most dangerous truths. An archive so secret, so lethal, that not even the Syndicate had been able to track it. The walls here weren’t just stone; they were lined with decades of encrypted data, blackmail, AI failsafe, and suppressed memories.A digital labyrinth of the highest order. Victor stopped in front of a reinforced door, its surface seamless, in stark contrast to the crumbling architecture around it. He typed in a series of commands into a concealed panel, his fingers moving with practiced pre

The silence in the room was suffocating. The hum of the server room, a constant reminder of the weight of what was at stake, was drowned out by the tense exchange between Elena and Sierra. The Obsidian Archive had been a haven of secrets, but now, it was the thing that could save—or doom—the world. Sierra stood across from Elena, her expression unreadable. The dim light from the screens cast long shadows across her face, the only sign of emotion in her cold, calculating eyes. Her voice was soft, almost too calm for what she was about to propose. “You know what I want,” Sierra said, her tone smooth, like she was bargaining over a trivial thing, not the fate of millions. Elena’s fingers tightened around the edges of the desk. The Obsidian Archive everything that had been hidden away for years was her leverage now, her only bargaining chip. It had to be protected at all costs. “You think I’ll hand it over to you?” Elena’s voice came out steady, betraying none of the fury boiling benea

Damien was a man of action, and right now, he wasn’t planning on asking for permission. He had come too far, and there was no turning back. The world had descended into chaos, and the countdowns had stopped - but that didn’t mean the fight was over. If anything, it had just begun.His hands moved with precision, and his mind focused entirely on the task at hand. The underground facility hummed with the faint, rhythmic buzz of servers, the only sound in the otherwise eerie silence of the makeshift war room. It was cold, the kind of sterile cold that always settled in the spaces where high-stakes decisions were made. Decisions that could change the course of everything.He was sitting in front of a massive console, eyes locked on the screen. The interface was sleek, built to be undetectable. His family’s covert security network—Evexia—was the most powerful weapon at his disposal, but even that came with a price. And today, he would pay it.His fingers danced across the keyboard, inputtin