All Chapters of The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The war room pulsed with energy. Gone were the days of quiet planning and veiled glances. Now, everything was moving.Tension. Precision. Every phone call was a risk. Every alliance is a gamble. Damien and I knew one thing for certain: if we wanted to bring Viper down, we couldn’t do it alone. We needed people who had lost something to her. People who hated her enough to burn with us. People with skills; sharp, dirty, or dangerous; who weren’t afraid of consequences. So we sent the call. And they came. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first to arrive was ‘Lucia Reyes’ The moment she stepped into the Crest penthouse, silence followed. Not because of her beauty; though she had the kind that lingered long after she left; but because of the aura she carried. Sharp – Cold - Brilliant. She wore a midnight trench coat over a crimson silk blouse, tailored slacks, and heels that clicked like a metron

Three hours after the blood-soaked ring arrived, the war room was silent. Not tense. Not explosive.Just silent.The kind of silence that seeps into your skin and poisons every breath. Damien stared at the ring like it might answer him if he glared hard enough. Lucia paced, trying not to crack her knuckles again. Maverick, however, was still. Too still. He sat in front of three linked monitors, black hoodie pulled tight, fingers hovering over the keyboard. His eyes didn’t blink as lines of code scrolled like falling rain. Everyone knew not to speak when Maverick was in this state. “What are you seeing?” I finally asked. He didn’t look away from the screen. “Patterns. Encryptions layered in multiple generations. But here’s the thing”, he tapped one key, then another. “This wasn’t built to keep people out. It was built to keep one specific file buried”, Lucia leaned forward. “Viper tried to hide something even from herself?” “Or from someone else”, Maverick pointed to the cod

The sun never quite rose that morning. It hovered behind thick clouds like a secret refusing to be told; just like the silence between Damien and me. After the loyalty breach, Maverick’s trace had rattled all of us. The signal had come from a line connected to Damien’s mother, presumed dead, erased from every family archive. But the betrayal had a second edge; one I hadn’t spoken about. Not yet. Because hours before the alert, while the war room buzzed with tension and tactical urgency, I had slipped away in search of answers of my own. And I found one. Buried not in a data stream or secure drive; but in a photograph. A single image tucked behind a stack of old Crest documents in the restricted wing of the estate library. A place I wasn’t meant to enter; but I’d found the access code months ago, back when Damien was still a stranger wrapped in power and poison. The photo was old, but not ancient. Five, maybe six years ago. In it, Damien stood with his arm around Lucia. Not like

The moment the package arrived, something shifted in the air around the Crest mansion. Elena stood by the grand staircase, her breath catching when the butler handed Damien the unmarked box; small, black, cold. No sender. No message. Just dread. Damien’s jaw tightened. “Clear the room,” he ordered without looking up. Elena followed him into the study, shutting the doors behind them. Her heart pounded with an instinct she hadn’t needed to name in weeks; fear. Damien placed the box on the glass desk, staring at it for a second longer. “She wouldn’t dare,” he murmured. But Viper would. And they both knew it. Elena didn’t speak as he slowly opened the lid. Inside was a simple USB drive resting beside something far more horrifying: a severed finger; bloody, pale, unmistakably human. She gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth as bile rose in her throat. Damien swore under his breath and looked away for a moment, but not before his knuckles turned white against the edge of the table. “Mav

The weight of the past few days hung between us like a shroud heavy, suffocating, and unspoken. Damien and I had built something fragile and fierce out of chaos and trauma, bound not just by strategy but by bruised hearts that were learning, slowly, how to beat for someone else again. We had held each other in the darkness and whispered promises we were desperate to believe. But in our world, promises were illusions - mirages that shimmered just long enough to make you forget you were still in the desert. And tonight, everything shattered. I stood at the edge of the penthouse window, the city sprawling beneath me like a glittering lie. From this high up, the streets looked clean, orderly, and safe. But I knew better. I knew what lay beneath the surface; the rot, the secrets, the violence waiting to erupt. A knock sliced through the silence. Sharp. Measured. Followed by the soft click of the lock disengaging. Damien stepped inside, and the moment I saw his face, I knew something had