Все главы When Love Was A Lie: Глава 31 - Глава 40

Emmah’s POVThe air that night felt like I had won, Declan’s face full of utter, frozen shock. He couldn’t process it. His sanctuary, his remote base of operations, the place he used to silence and trap me, was now owned by the man he was trying to destroy.“You lose,” Damian repeated, his voice dangerously low, stepping forward. He tried to control his anger, the very sight of him making Declan look pale and suddenly small.Declan’s grip on my wrist finally broke as I stumbled back toward my brother, Liam, who immediately put a protective arm around my shoulders.“This is illegal, Richard,” Declan stammered, scrambling for his corporate defences. “A forceful acquisition of private property without due process...”“Due process was served to your shell corporation at 4:00 PM today,” Damian cut in, sharp and merciless. “I used the cash infusion you were going to use to buy the Williamson patents and instead bought the land under your feet. It’s called ‘emergency asset protection.’ It’s

Emmah’s POVI watched the screen for a reply from The Architect, the tension making my muscles ache. Damian was fighting for his company’s life while managing a corporate fire sale, and I was his only line of defence inside the enemy’s walls.The response from THE ARCHITECT came almost instantly:GOOD WORK, COVENANT. PROCEED WITH LOCKBOX RETRIEVAL. DO NOT ENGAGE D. I WILL USE HIS OVERCONFIDENCE AGAINST HIM. PHASE 2: NEED TO DISRUPT THE WG INVESTMENT. ANY WEAKNESS?I logged off the encrypted chat, the adrenaline spiking. Damian needed a weakness in the Wright Global (WG) investment, the very thing Declan was counting on to secure the Williamson patents. I knew exactly where to look, the original, full legal file for the WG investment, not just the summary Liam had found. It was locked away in my father’s secure document vault.I found Liam just as he was heading out the door, key card in hand. “I need one more thing before you go to the bank,” I told him, pulling him aside. “The origin

Emmah’s POVThe silence Julian Thorne left behind was heavy, but the tension was electric. I had just walked into the lion’s den, launched a hostile takeover of Richard Holdings, and fired one of the chief conspirators, all in five minutes.The dozen members of the Richard Board, old men with eyes that were made for reading risk and reward, stared at me. I was the despised ex wife, the one they blamed for Damian’s instability, and I was holding the keys to their greatest shame, the Richard Assets stake in the environmental scandal.“Mrs. Richard,” the oldest Board member, Mr. Hawthorne, said, his voice raspy. “You have presented a compelling case for corporate fraud against Wright Global and Thorne. You have also confirmed that this environmental contamination is a shared liability, not just a Williamson problem.”“It is an inherited problem,” I corrected, my voice ringing with authority. “And I am the only person who can solve it. You can sell to a thief who will destroy this company

Emmah’s POVThe private jet sliced through the night sky, carrying us away from the chaos of the city and toward the silent, remote battlefield of the Richard family summer retreat. The corporate war was over; the final hunt had begun.I sat across from Damian, the immediate, raw passion from the security room now channeled into cold, focused strategy. He was reviewing schematics of the massive, remote estate, a place steeped in decades of Richard family history and, more importantly, countless financial secrets.“The retreat is built on an old network of bunkers and private vaults,” Damian explained, pointing to a blueprint on his tablet. “Grandpa Richard was paranoid. Tasha knew this. If she’s looking for leverage against the Richards, she’s not looking for money; she’s looking for a historical secret, something that can blackmail the entire Board into selling, securing Declan’s freedom in exchange.”“She’s looking for the ultimate ethical bomb,” I realized. “Something worse than th

The shockwave from the ceiling explosion slammed Tasha and me against the cold stone floor. Dust, debris, and fractured concrete rained down, momentarily stunning us both. I shielded my head, coughing violently as the thick, acrid smoke from the burning archives intensified, stinging my eyes. The fire, now freed from the confines of the single shelf, was climbing the massive rows of documentation with frightening speed, casting huge, grotesque shadows that danced across the vault walls.Above us, the blinding hole in the ceiling grew wider as a loud, tearing sound of metal and stone being violently peeled away signaled Damian’s unconventional entry. He wasn't waiting for codes; he was breaching the archive with raw force.Tasha recovered first. Seeing the hole above, she knew her window of escape was closing. She scrambled, ignoring the key that lay near the safe, and instead lunged for the pile of burning documents—the ones I had just ignited, containing the precious Richard Assets s