All Chapters of Whisked Away : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

By the time dawn broke over Manhattan, Ethan’s war had become a spectacle. Every news station in the Western world carried his name on their tickers. Stock markets shifted with every headline. Online, hashtags rose and fell like tides, millions of people glued to the unfolding drama as though it were a prime-time series.At a corner café in Brooklyn, students debated whether Ethan was a victim or a villain. In London, businessmen whispered about whether to withdraw investments. In Lagos, a family gathered around their small TV, listening as a Nigerian anchor translated the story into Yoruba, holding it up as an example of how corruption could finally fall, even among the richest.The world had never been more fascinated. And that fascination was a weapon, one Ethan wielded with precision, and one Amara was just learning to control.Luca and Amara At the Center of the MaelstromIn the heart of it all, Luca and Amara stood side by side, bound by something fiercer than fear: love, trust,

A New StageThe world had begun to feel smaller. News outlets that once would never have mentioned Amara’s name now splashed her image across screens in London, Tokyo, Lagos, and Rio. To the outside world, she had become a symbol, an ordinary woman who dared to stand against a giant.But to Amara, it was far more personal.The headlines, the debates, the protests, none of them captured the private cost. They didn’t see Noah clutching his blanket tighter at night after overhearing a news anchor say Ethan Moretti’s name. They didn’t see the fatigue in Luca’s eyes as he juggled board meetings, public appearances, and late-night strategy sessions.And they certainly didn’t see the war room, where alliances were being carved into reality with sweat and risk.Jonas had called it “the war council,” and the name stuck.What began as Luca, Amara, Jonas, Sophia, and a few trusted advisors had grown into something formidable. Now, diplomats sympathetic to Luca’s cause joined via encrypted calls,

The following morning, Amara woke to the sharp buzz of her phone. She squinted against the faint morning light, fumbling until her fingers closed over the device. The message flashing across the screen wasn’t the kind that let her sink back into Luca’s arms.Anonymous Source: Your enemy is moving faster than you think. Check the markets by noon. —A Friend.Her heart jolted. She pushed up from bed, dragging the sheet around herself, and padded to the window. Below, Manhattan pulsed with its usual rhythm, unaware of the shadow war brewing above the noise of car horns and stock tickers.Luca stirred, his voice gravelly. “What is it?”Amara tossed him the phone. “He’s tightening the noose. If the markets swing in his favor today, we lose ground we can’t get back.”Luca sat upright, his jaw tightening. “Ethan’s betting on panic. He wants investors to abandon us. We need to show them stability, strength and teeth.”Amara’s eyes sharpened. “Then we go on the offensive.”By mid-afternoon, the

The humid air clung to Amara’s skin as she followed Luca through the rows of stacked cargo containers. Each step echoed softly on the concrete, mingling with the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clang of metal. Somewhere nearby, a ship’s horn bellowed into the night, reverberating across the harbor like a warning bell.Lin Wei was waiting, his figure silhouetted by a single lantern. Two men flanked him, their posture tense, their hands hovering near their jackets in a silent message: armed.“Mrs. Moretti,” Lin said, inclining his head slightly, his voice carrying the cool weight of someone who had seen the inside of too many battles. “Mr. Moretti. You’ve been busy.”Amara swallowed the nerves rising in her throat and stepped closer. “Busy is one word for it. Surviving is another.”Lin’s lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Surviving is temporary. Ethan never leaves his prey breathing for long. You’re still standing only because he finds amusement in the chase.”Luca’s jaw tight

The brownstone meetings became their battlefield headquarters. What had begun as a cautious gathering of half a dozen now swelled to nearly twenty. Each person carried scars Ethan had left behind, scars that hardened them into allies. Amara kept notes, carefully coded and hidden in a small locked box, cataloging each connection, each skill set, each potential weapon against Ethan.By day, Luca maintained the polished veneer of his public life. He attended board meetings, smiled at press conferences, shook hands with partners. But beneath the practiced charm, every gesture, every word was part of the performance designed to conceal their growing rebellion. His world had taught him masks were survival. But now, behind closed doors, he was stripping his away, for Amara, and for the war they had chosen.Amara, meanwhile, became the quiet architect. She pieced together Ethan’s web with an obsession that consumed her nights. Her desk was cluttered with sticky notes, red string crisscrossing