Semua Bab 365 Days With My Fake Husband : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The morning light that seeped through the grime-streaked windows of the subway control room felt fragile, like a promise. It was thin and pale, but it was light proof of the night had passed and the world still turned. Jessica watched it spill across the floor, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee she didn't remember making. Her muscles ached, her body still thrummed with the adrenaline of last night, but beneath all that there was something else: focus.Romeo moved with the same efficient calm he always wore like armor. He had scavenged maps, a laptop, and a battered radio from the metro booth. The coffee steamed in front of him untouched. Michael sat opposite, sleeves rolled, eyes hollow but calculating. All three had the same look tired, keyed, ready. "We don't have time to bleed", Romeo said, voice low. He tapped the map where the Syndicate's safe zones clustered docks, a medical research warehouse, a shell corporation building downtown. "We hit them where the

The morning was too queit. Too still. Jessica could feel it the kind of silence that came before chaos. The air in the warehouse was heavy with tension as the trio double-checked their gear. Romeo's jaw was set, his knuckles pale around the weapon in his hand. Michael was by the cracked window, his eyes scanning the streets below for any sign of movement. "Once we move", Jessica said softly, breaking the silence, "there's no turning back".Romeo looked at her, his voice low but steady. "There never was".They found the Syndicate's next shipment the key to crippling their operation. If they took it, they'd send a message stronger than any words could. But if they failed... it wouldn't just be their lives at stake.Jessica pulled her hood over her head, masking the tremor in her hands. "Then let's finish what they started".The streets oustide were gray and empty. Rain had begun to fall again, soft but cold, washing a

The train tunnels beneath the city smelled of rust and old rain.Drops of water fell from the cracked ceiling, echoing softly in the silence between them.Jessica sat on the cold ground, arms wrapped around her knees, while Romeo checked the entrance again for movement. Michael crouched near a broken console, the glow of his tablet casting pale light across his face.They hadn't spoken in hours. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving only exhaustion and the unspoken question that hung heavy between them.Finally, Jessica broke the silence."Michael", she whispered, her voice trembling, "what did Daniel mean? Why would he say I'm the reason this started?"Michael didn't look up. His jaw flexed, the muscle twitching like he was fighting with himself. "Because", he said finally, "he's not entirely wrong".Romeo turned sharply. "You want to explain that?"Michael exhaled slowly, as if the weight of the truth had been

The morning after the explosion came in fragments smoke still lingering in the air, a faint metalic scent of burned steel carried by the wind. Jessica stood on the rooftop of the abandoned factory they'd turned into a temporary base. The city below still buzzed with sirens, chaos, and speculation. News drones zipped overhead, broadcasting flames and broken streets. They had struck a nerve. And now, the Syndicate would srike back. Romeo walked up behind her, the faint limp from last night's blast barely hidden. "We don't have long", he said queitly, his voice steady but taut with exhaustion. "Reports say the Syndicate's already regrouping. They lost suppiles, not soldiers". Jessica didn't look away from the skyline. "Then we hit them again. Harder this time". Michael appeared at the doorway, tapping at a glowing tablet filled with surveillance data. "I intercepted one of their encrypted transmissions", he said. "Th

The city groaned beneath the weight of it's own destruction. Smoke coiled upward like dying prayers, wrapping the skyline in gray despair. Somewhere beneath it all beneath the chaos, the ruins, and the rain the Syndicate pulsed like a heartbeat of darkness. Jessica led by the way through the shattered streets, boots crunching over glass and ash. Every corner whispered danger. Every shadow carried memory. Romeo and Daniel moved in sync behind her, weapons drawn, eyes sharp.The storm hadn't stopped since the first explosion it only grew louder, angrier, as if sky itself wanted vengeance. "Signal's strong", Daniel muttered, glancing at the handheld tracker. "We're close. Less than half a mile underground".Jessica's eyes flicked toward the collapsed overpass ahead. "Then we go through".They descended into the old subway tunnels, air thick with dust and the metalic scent of brunt circuitry. Graffiti lined the walls remnants of a forgotten