Alle Kapitel von She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Luca’s phone buzzed incessantly on the sleek black desk in his temporary Canadian residence. He snatched it up, only to see Alessa’s name flashing on the screen. His chest tightened instantly. She wasn’t answering. “Alessa?” he muttered under his breath, trying again. Still no response. A cold realization crawled up his spine—she could be in danger. Every scenario he ran through in his mind was worse than the last. Gloria. The Iranians. Isabella. Anyone who had a reason to hurt her. “Marco!” he barked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Prepare the men. We leave immediately. Private jet. Full readiness.” Marco’s voice was tense on the other end. “Luca… problem. The police—your private jet has been seized. They’re tracking everyone connected to you. They’re hunting for you now. If you leave Canada the conventional way, it’s a trap.” Luca froze for a fraction of a second, processing the words. His mind raced, calculating the risks, the options, the escape routes. “Damn i

The restaurant had returned to its calm, glittering elegance, yet the air remained thick with unease. Gloria’s men moved frantically, rushing to their unconscious leader. Her body was carefully lifted, secured into a waiting armored vehicle, and driven away with utmost secrecy. Their faces were masks of shock, confusion, and fury—they had no idea what had just happened or who had outmaneuvered them. Meanwhile, far from the chaos she left behind, Alessa was already miles away, speeding through the streets in her sleek black sedan. The city lights blurred past her as she maneuvered with the precision of a predator, every movement calculated. She had only one priority now: to understand Gloria’s plans fully, to anticipate the next strike, and to protect those she loved, especially Sophia. Alessa pulled out her phone and tapped Luca’s contact, her fingers steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Luca,” she said once he picked up, her voice calm but firm. “I’m okay.

Gloria stood before the panoramic glass wall of her penthouse office, her silhouette stretched tall and sharp against the glow of the New York skyline. The city glittered beneath her like a kingdom she owned—one she had built with blood, manipulation, and iron will. Her chest still burned with fury from Alessa’s betrayal, but a new wave of control washed over her as she steadied her breathing.Anger was fuel.But control…Control was power.Her phone vibrated on the table.An international number.She already knew who it was.Gloria pressed the answer button and didn’t bother with greetings. “Speak.”A male voice responded immediately—thick accent, deep tone, dripping with authority.“The explosive is ready.”Gloria’s jaw clenched. Not fear—calculation. She stepped away from the glass wall and approached her desk, her heels clicking with the same rhythm as her heartbeat.“And the final pieces?” the man pressed. “We need them now. The longer we wait, the more attention we attract.”“Th

The hum of servers and soft beeping of monitors greeted Alessa as she stepped into Nilo’s lab. The smell of solder, electronics, and coffee hung in the air—a familiar, comforting scent that brought a rare sense of home to her frayed nerves.“Alessa!” A voice called out, high-pitched and exuberant. A figure emerged from behind a towering bank of screens—slender, slightly hunched, glasses perched precariously on his nose, a cable dangling from his pocket. Nilo.The nerdy tech genius who had been her friend since high school. The boy she had defended from bullies, who had once called her his “personal superhero.”Alessa couldn’t help but smile despite the tension knotted in her chest. “Nilo. It’s been too long.”Nilo rushed forward, arms open. “Way too long! I’ve been worried—your messages… radio silence. I thought—” He stopped mid-sentence, scanning her face, taking in the dark circles under her eyes and the tension in her shoulders.“I’m… alive,” she said simply. It was the truth and e

Nilo plugged the tiny flash drive into his main terminal with a seriousness Alessa hadn’t seen from him since high school—the night he hacked into the school’s administrative system just to change her failing math grade because the teacher hated her. This time, however, the stakes were no longer teenage vendettas or petty pranks. This was life, death, and the future of an entire criminal empire hanging in the balance.The monitors flickered to life as Nilo typed, strings of encrypted symbols racing across the screen.Alessa stood behind him, arms crossed, her foot tapping impatiently. Though she trusted Nilo, her nerves were frayed. The air in the lab felt too still, too tense. Every second wasted felt like another inch of ground Gloria gained.“Okay,” Nilo murmured, sliding his chair closer to the screen. “I’m going to run a deep scan, bypass the trackers, and mirror the data. Gloria’s phone has five-level encryption… and one of the strongest anonymizing firewalls I’ve ever seen. If