All Chapters of After He Took It All: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Axel's POVI was completely running on fumes. Forget three hours of sleep; I hadn't even managed thirty minutes of unbroken, quiet rest in about a week. The destruction of Chairman Voss’s network was beautiful, swift, and total. It was a masterpiece of digital warfare. But it required insane, laser-like focus. I was moving assets, seizing data, and dismantling his legacy tech labs—all quietly, all under the immense noise of the global energy collapse I had initiated. I was surviving on nothing but instant coffee, the artisanal cashews Alexei had forced on me, and pure, concentrated, weaponized rage.The exhaustion finally hit me like a physical punch to the gut. I was standing in my penthouse office, staring at a screen full of Voss’s completely frozen assets. That was the last thing I saw. Then the room just tilted violently. My knees buckled and gave out without warning. I didn't even try to catch myself; the effort was too great. I collapsed onto the ridiculously expensive, soft of

Axel’s POVI spent the last two days living on espresso and the sheer, petty desire to watch the world burn. My office feels like a tomb, and honestly, that’s exactly how I like it.I stayed up late again, staring at the glowing screens, watching the digital ghosts of my family’s sins crawl across the monitors. The nightmares were still there, waiting for me every time I closed my eyes, so I just stopped closing them.I kept seeing the fire from the crash, the way the orange light reflected off that gold hair clip. Every time I blinked, I felt that heat. So yeah, staying awake was the only way to stay sane.I was finally ready to hit the next name on my list. And this one was big. I wasn't just going after some mid-level corporate drone or a shell company. I was going after the legal spine of my father’s whole operation. I was going after Judge Miller.This guy has been the "untouchable" legal fixer for The Chairman—my father—for decades. He’s the one who signed the orders that let Ja

Axel’s POVI didn't stand up. I just stayed on my sofa, watching her. She looked totally wrecked.This was the woman who once told me that showing emotion was for people who couldn't afford lawyers, and here she was, literally vibrating with fear. She didn't even say hello. She just collapsed into the chair opposite me and buried her face in her hands.“Axel, you have to stop,” she choked out. Her voice was thin, like paper tearing. “You have to stop this immediately. The Judge was one thing, but the labs... the seizure of the offshore accounts... you’re drawing blood now. Real blood.”I took a slow sip of my lukewarm coffee. “I thought you’d be happy, Mother. The rot is being removed. Isn't that what the family brand is all about? Efficiency?”“This isn't about the brand!” she shrieked, looking up at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and wide with a kind of terror I’d never seen in her. “He called me, Axel. Your father. He didn't use the encrypted line. He used the house phone. Do you know

Axel’s POVI couldn’t stop staring at that stupid yellow post-it note. It was just a small, sticky square of paper, but it felt like it was burning a hole through my desk.I had it under the high-intensity lamps in my private lab, the kind of light that’s supposed to show every single microscopic detail. I wasn’t just looking at the words anymore; I was looking at the way the ink settled into the fibers of the paper. I was checking for the age of the adhesive. I was basically CSI-ing the living hell out of a piece of stationary.Honestly, it was giving me a massive headache. The chemical analysis of the ink came back, and it was legit fresh. Like, definitely written within the last month. The paper type was standard office supply stuff, but the handwriting was unmistakably his—the Chairman. My father. The man who supposedly wanted Brielle dead to keep the family line pure.But then there was that word: Recovery.You don’t recover a dead body. You recover a survivor. You recover an ass

Axel’s POVI spent weeks being the guy who wanted to watch the whole world burn. Honestly, I was legit good at it. There’s something weirdly satisfying about having nothing to lose and just deciding to take everyone down with you.But then that forensic report hit my desk, and the post-it note from my father’s vault changed everything. The second I realized Brielle wasn't actually in that grave, my entire mission did a total 180.I couldn't just be the guy with the matches anymore. If she was out there—and I was 100 percent sure she was—then she was eventually going to come back. And when she did, I couldn't have her returning to a pile of ashes and a ruined bank account.I needed to build her a fortress. I needed to make sure that when she finally stepped out of the shadows, she had a throne waiting for her, not a target on her back.I stayed up all night again, but this time I wasn't looking for people to destroy. I was looking for the pieces of the empire I’d just smashed and figur