Semua Bab The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Bab 211 - Bab 220

The glass of the boardroom shimmered as the sun broke through the blackened clouds, casting light on the ruins of what had once been the Montrose empire. Elena stood at the head of the long obsidian table, flanked by Damien on her right and a hologram of the final asset on her left – her mother’s sealed directive, a digital vault of truth and power.With a single press of her fingerprint, the vault pulsed open.Lines of encrypted data raced across the table’s surface, casting a bluish glow onto everyone in the room. The last piece of the puzzle. The missing cornerstone of the Montrose dynasty. Her mother had hidden it during the first corporate war, ensuring it would only activate if Elena ever survived the second. Inside: military contracts, economic blueprints, off-shore intelligence holdings – and most importantly, a list of every traitor that had ever sold them out.It was the weapon Elena needed to forge a new empire.Damien stepped forward, arms crossed. "Are you sure about this?

Elena POVThey say blood in the water attracts sharks. In this empire, it attracted something far worse – those who had waited in the dark for a single sign of weakness. And Victor had given them that opening with surgical precision. Within twenty-four hours of the biotech leak, five former Montrose board members emerged from hiding. Three black-market syndicates announced they would no longer recognize the Phoenix Order. Several neutral sectors pulled their funding “for risk assessment.” And yet, I didn’t panic. I prepared. Because Victor had underestimated one thing: I’d inherited not just my father’s empire but also my mother’s secrets. And while the world was busy watching me from above, I had quietly accessed what lay below. From a hidden vault beneath the eastern corridor of the old Montrose labs, Jayla and I unearthed a cache so deeply buried even Luca hadn’t known it existed - military-grade neural mapping patents, classified encryption sequences, and stockpiles of dorman

Elena Legacy wasn’t just a crown. It was a noose. And I was beginning to wonder if my father had left it for me... or meant for it to strangle me from the very start. After everything I’d uncovered — the secret empire, Project Astra, the hidden clause in the Will — one truth still refused to come into focus: the Codex. The final key. The one my father obsessed over in his final years, the one whispered about in his encrypted logs. The one I needed to unlock the full potential of Montrose Holdings. It was missing. And somewhere between Victor’s betrayal and the mogul’s cryptic threats, someone had stolen it. “Damien,” I said, pacing across the war room in the Montrose estate. “We have access to everything — biometrics, archives, satellites. But not the Codex. Not a single trace. That’s impossible”. Damien, ever composed, didn’t try to calm me. He never did. He knew better. “Then we’re not looking in the right place”. I froze. “You think it’s not in the system?” “I think,” he sai

Elena When Luca Montrose was pronounced dead, the world mourned a genius. Today, the world watched him come back as a god. The feed had gone viral within twenty minutes of its release. Not just among corporate circles or backdoor intelligence channels — but to the public. The “global” public. News anchors stammered over themselves as footage looped on every major network: Luca Montrose — once heir apparent to the Montrose empire — standing at the heart of a breached vault in Zurich, holding the final piece of the Codex with that cold, charismatic smile I remembered too well. Damien stood beside me, arms crossed, his phone buzzing nonstop. Rafael was pacing behind us, half-muttering curses under his breath like a man watching the final round of a chess game he never really understood. “He timed it perfectly,” Damien muttered. “Right after your victory over Victor. While your name’s still dominating headlines”. “He hijacked my moment,” I said bitterly. “No,” Rafael said, stopping

Elena The darkness wasn’t just in the world — it was in my veins. In the hours after the global blackout, there were no news feeds, no satellite data, no surveillance. It was as if the earth had taken a breath and decided to hold it. The only thing louder than the silence was the weight of what I’d lost. Montrose was gone. The legacy, the network, the empire — every ounce of inherited power now dusts in the air. And I had nothing left to stand on but fury and truth. Damien’s team was safe. Barely. He made it out of the Arctic station with Rafael, carrying the override drive I hadn’t been able to use in time. But we lost contact the moment the power grid collapsed. We were flying blind. That left only one choice. I had to confront the devil in the center of the abyss. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I found Luca in an underground chamber beneath what used to be Montrose Tower —the very place where this legac