Semua Bab The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Bab 201 - Bab 210

The Codex pulsed in Elena's hand, a living thing of steel and light, thrumming with an energy that was more than human. It hummed in her veins, syncing with her heartbeat, a reminder of everything she had sacrificed and everything she was about to destroy.Luca’s body lay at her feet, blood staining the marble of the Montrose Tower’s core. The world outside, the system she had fought to stop, was alive with power. The Codex had begun to reboot everything and that meant the end, the true end.She reached for the interface, the terminal where her blood had sealed her fate. The server hums louder now, a final countdown, a ticking clock. The images of Luca’s mind—his words—flashed in her mind. A legacy built from ruin and fear. It was over. She would burn it all.**“Upload consciousness?”** The Codex blinked on the screen. **“Initiating shutdown sequence... Final sacrifice required.”**Her breath caught. It was happening faster than she expected. The server’s algorithms were pulling her in

The coordinates were embedded in a cipher only Damien could recognize - Elena’s final contingency. Her mind, ever precise, had encoded the location into an innocuous archive labeled *“For D.”* Hidden in the wreckage of Montrose Tower’s crumbling data logs, the file had pulsed to life the moment he entered the phrase: “The Queen never leaves her throne.” It led him deep into the outskirts of Zurich. Beneath a derelict Montrose communications satellite hub, buried under kilometers of reinforced concrete and time-forgotten earth, lay the truth. He stood before the rusting entrance of the underground data center now—Elena’s digital tomb. Or perhaps… her cocoon. The wind above ground howled like a grieving widow, but Damien’s resolve was ice-solid. He adjusted his black coat, slung the military-grade disruptor rifle across his back, and keyed in the four-part access code Elena had left behind. With each digit, a part of his past clicked into place. The doors groaned open. He stepped i

Darkness……….But not the kind that comes with nightfall or the absence of light.This darkness had texture. It pulsed with fragmented whispers, glitches echoes of laughter and sobs – distorted sounds that felt like they belonged to someone else, yet pierced Elena like needles of memory. She wasn’t dead, but she wasn’t alive either. Not in the way she used to be.Her consciousness drifted.She didn’t feel her body. No heartbeat. No breath. Just motionless floating through an abyss of static and corrupted memories. She was in the Codex—*inside* it – but not in control. Whatever Victor had done, it worked. He had imprisoned her inside the Codex’s corrupted digital purgatory, a twisted hall of mirrors coded from her own life.She tried to scream, but no sound emerged.Instead, her thoughts echoed outward, bouncing off unseen data walls like sonar in a pitch-black ocean.“Elena Montrose… Access fragment zero-zero-one.”The voice wasn’t hers. It wasn’t even human. It was the Codex.Immediate

The moment Elena Montrose opened her eyes, she felt the world shiver.Not in fear.In recognition.Her breath came in sharp, clean pulls of air as if her lungs were tasting oxygen for the first time. Sweat slicked her skin, her hair clung to her cheeks, and the taste of metal coated her tongue. But it didn’t matter.She was back.Whole.Damien stood beside her, his hand still clasped around the interface controls, his other hand trembling slightly. His eyes searched hers with an unspoken question, the raw vulnerability of a man who had fought the entire world to keep her alive.“Elena,” he whispered.She reached out slowly, her hand settling against his jaw. Her fingers were unsteady, but her voice was clear.“I remember everything”.His breath caught. “Everything?”A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “Even your bad jokes”.Relief shattered through him like glass beneath pressure. He crushed her to him, holding her as if letting go would bring the storm back. But there was no storm no

The opulence of the high-rise tower in Shanghai did little to comfort Elena as the elevator hummed silently beneath her feet. The skyline stretched endlessly in the distance, glass and steel jutting into the clouds like forgotten gods. Yet none of it matched the weight pressing against her chest as she prepared to meet the man who claimed to hold the key to the future of her empire.Damien stood beside her, arms folded, jaw tense. "You don’t have to trust him," he muttered."I don't," Elena replied. Her voice was cool, steady. But her fingers trembled slightly against the hem of her jacket. "But I have to hear what he has to say."The elevator doors slid open.Inside the private penthouse, the mysterious mogul stood waiting. He was tall, lean, dressed in a charcoal suit that screamed old money and hidden agendas. His hair was silver, swept back immaculately, and his eyes were a pale blue that carried the chill of winter."Elena Montrose," he greeted his voice velvet and ice. "I knew o