Lahat ng Kabanata ng wounded Heart : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Monaco sprawled below them like a jeweled chessboard, luxury and power distilled into a pristine coastal playground for the financial elite. As their helicopter approached the private Rodriguez landing pad, Alex felt his implant responding to familiar territory—data pathways activating with proximity to Rodriguez systems. "They'll be monitoring all approaches," Sonia observed, her analytical framework calculating probabilities with enhanced precision. "Your father will know we're coming." "Let him," Alex replied, strategic certainty guiding his decision. "We need access to the central Rodriguez servers to implement Geneva's countermeasure. Sometimes the only way through a trap is to trigger it deliberately." The pilot—one of Geneva's operatives—glanced back with professional concern. "Sir, I'm receiving multiple security pings. Rodriguez systems are requesting authentication." "Provide it," Alex instructed, the enhanced processing capabilities Geneva had gifted him organizing

Facility Seven emerged from coastal fog like a forgotten memory—a modernist structure of glass and stone built into Monaco's northwestern cliffs where Rodriguez influence remained deliberately minimal. As their extraction vehicle navigated the final approach along private access roads, Alex studied the compound through enhanced perception that cataloged security measures with automatic precision. "My mother designed this place," he observed, recognizing Geneva's architectural preferences in the deliberate balance between defensive capability and aesthetic harmony. "How long has it existed?" "Twenty-three years," Geneva answered from her position across from him, movements still betraying damage from Carlos's interrogation. Through their synchronized connection, Alex felt Sonia processing this information with analytical sharpness—calculating the decades of preparation Geneva had invested in eventual confrontation with Carlos. The depth of her mother Eliana's involvement remained t

The Rodriguez security forces were less than twenty minutes away. Through their neural connection, Alex felt Sonia's heart rate increase, a mixture of fear and determination pulsing between them in waves that transcended mere technological synchronization. "We need to move," Alex said, reaching for her hand instinctively. The touch sent cascades of shared emotion through their implants—concern, resolve, and something deeper neither had fully acknowledged. Geneva moved with practiced efficiency toward the facility's command center. "Emergency evacuation protocol Raven is active. James, secure the transportation. Eliana, gather essential research data." As the team dispersed, Alex pulled Sonia into a secluded corridor, their neural synchronization intensifying with proximity. "I need to tell you something," he said, voice low with urgency that had nothing to do with approaching security forces. "If we get separated—" "We won't," she interrupted, fingers tightening around his. Th

Dawn broke over the Alps as Sonia's train crossed into Swiss territory, golden light illuminating snow-capped peaks with pristine clarity her enhanced vision processed automatically. The rhythmic motion provided perfect cover—public transportation offering anonymity Rodriguez's security protocols dismissed as inefficient for enhanced individuals. That predictable blind spot had been Geneva's insight—Carlos expected optimal efficiency, not deliberate suboptimal choices that prioritized stealth over speed. Sonia touched the neural implant at her temple, feelings of absence expanding with each kilometer separating her from Alex. Their connection had evolved beyond designed parameters, becoming something neither technological enhancement nor professional training had prepared her to navigate. Now, with physical distance stretching their synchronization beyond established limits, she felt the absence like phantom pain—connection fundamental to her emotional equilibrium reduced to inter

The Commission systems hummed with activity, bathing the nineteenth-century banking hall in soft blue light. Alex stood frozen between his parents, the weight of legacy pressing more heavily than the billions his name commanded. His eyes sought Sonia's across the room—her presence the only certainty in a world crumbling beneath carefully constructed lies. "You never intended to stop the implementation," Alex said, his voice hoarse with betrayal as he stared at his father. The man who had shaped his destiny without permission. The man whose approval he'd spent a lifetime chasing. Carlos Rodriguez moved with deliberate grace, silver-streaked hair and tailored suit embodying old-world wealth that had never been enough to win his son's heart. "Stop it?" Carlos's laugh echoed against the vaulted ceiling. "My son, I've spent years ensuring it would happen." Alex felt the familiar ache bloom in his chest—the wound that had never healed despite all his success, all his billions. The d