All Chapters of The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The war room was eerily silent.A thousand screens blinked across the curved glass wall of the Obsidian Core – the last stronghold of Montrose technology, buried beneath the old ruins of the Syndicate's capital. The echo of Elena's footsteps was the only sound as she stepped forward, the encrypted pendant glowing faintly at her neck. Her reflection shimmered in the polished obsidian floor, fractured and whole all at once – a mirror of the woman she had become.Damien stood beside her, wounded but unwavering, his hand resting lightly on the pistol holstered beneath his jacket. Across from them, Victor typed furiously at the console, lines of code cascading down the monitor. Isabelle patched up from their last battle, and leaned against the wall, watching Elena with cautious hope.The world was burning above them—cities overrun by AI drones, digital banners bearing Luca's face, and firestorms spreading through what remained of the global infrastructure. Phase Three was live.But they wer

The bunker was buried beneath a forgotten mountain range, reachable only by an unmarked dirt road and a private aircraft flown below radar. To the outside world, it didn’t exist. Just like the truth. Elena sat in silence beside Damien inside the stealth jet, her arms folded tightly, body stiff with tension. The hum of the engine was the only sound cutting through the space between them. Neither had spoken much since Victor's coded warning pinged through the encrypted satellite line. The world outside was unraveling. Cities burning. Riots spread like fire through every continent. And the woman at the center of it all – the one with blood on her hands, rage in her voice, and apocalyptic words on her lips – was her. Or rather, a version of her that Luca had created. Deepfake Elena. The weaponized shadow of her identity. Damien finally broke the silence. “The tech is ahead of anything we’ve seen. Victor says even biometric markers are being spoofed. Voice, gait, retinal movement. They

The cold of the vault clung to Elena’s skin like the past itself had hands. Her mother’s face hovered in holographic fragments – every pixel a stab to the chest. She hadn't just survived. She had lived in the shadows, orchestrating technology that reshaped nations… and kept her daughter in the dark. *Truth is not something we reveal. It’s something we build.* Those words echoed like prophecy. Elena’s fingers trembled as she slid another drive into the console. The Red Archive lit up again. This file was labeled simply: **Genesis\_01.** A soft chime rang. Then, *her mother spoke.* "My name is Clarissa Montrose. If you’re watching this, then Eden has been breached. And my daughter… you’ve found me." Elena's heart fractured in real-time. Her mother looked tired in the recording – but resolute. Her white lab coat bore the symbol of an early version of the Syndicate’s seal, though modified, etched with the letter “Ω.”“This… is the real beginning. Long before Luca. Before the fire.

There was a strange calm in the room where Elena stood.No alarms. No flickering screens. No screaming replica trying to overwrite her existence.Just silence.But it was the kind of silence that follows detonation – the moment after impact before the fire consumes.Victor was still staring at the monitor. His hands had gone cold.“Elena…” he said softly, “the Eidolon Drive didn’t just create one copy of you. It created the version of you that Luca believed the world needed. Cold. Calculated. Unflinching.”Elena’s mouth was dry. “And she’s active.”“Not just active.” Victor turned the screen. “She’s inside Eden now. She’s already rerouted defense protocols and commandeered several Tier-1 communication towers. The world thinks *she’s you.”“Where is she?” Damien asked, stepping forward.Victor hesitated. “That’s the thing. She’s *everywhere.* But the core trace... It’s coming from the Citadel Tower in Helix City.”Elena’s stomach dropped.The Citadel was the nerve center of Eden’s milit

The desert didn’t remember her name.Beneath a scorched sky and the low hum of radiation towers, Elena Montrose walked where satellites wouldn’t follow and memories dared not tread. A no-man’s-land outside the Eden Grid. No surveillance. No signal. No ghosts.Just silence.She had found the perfect place to disappear.The bunker was ancient. Rusted metal. Forgotten tech. A fallout shelter from a war no one remembered – but one that felt oddly familiar now. She slept on a cot, if at all. Ate nutrient packs. Watched the wind carry sand like it was erasing history grain by grain.It was peaceful.And that peace tore her apart.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“You can’t just vanish, Elena.”Damien’s voice echoed in the doorway of the shelter like thunder against glass.She didn’t look at him. Just stared at the crude map she’d drawn into the wall - coordinates, names, timelines – all of it crossed out.“All I do is bring