All Chapters of After He Took It All: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Brielle’s POVBy morning, I was already in the west tower office.Richter stood across from my desk, his tablet in his hands, reading the recent security reports.Axel on the other hand, leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching me the way he always did when he knew I was up to something—both good and bad.“Say it,” he finally broke the silence, eyes directed at me.I looked to the side with a frown, “You don’t want me to.”“I want to hear it.” He insisted.I simply folded my hands on the desk.“If the energy tech is worthless without me,” I explained, as calmly as possible too, “then its value lies in exclusivity.”Richter’s gaze sharpened at my words, and his eyes lifted to my direction.“And?” he prompted.“And exclusivity only exists when access itself is restricted.”Axel straightened up immediately and turned to me sharply, “Brielle.”“If I remove exclusivity,” I continued, ignoring the warning in his tone, “I remove leverage.”Silence filled the office for a moment a

Brielle's POVThe Alps were incredibly quiet for a break-in that just happened hours back. Only the whoosh of the wind moving through endless white mountains, and the slow creak of wooden beams drifted through the atmosphere.However, that wasn't what was on my mind right now.I had something more strategic in mind.The chalet.It was at the mountainside, surrounded by towering pines buried under thick covering of snow. From a distance, it looked like something out of a magazine, with warm lights pouring through the windows, smoke curling lazily from the chimney.It was the definition of what a safe space would look like. Of a peaceful vacation for tourists.Exactly the illusion we wanted.I stood near the window, watching the snow drift down the rooftops in lazy spirals.If anyone was watching through a scope right now, this was what they would see:A woman hiding behind a window, looking defenseless and cornered by their tactics.A perfect prey for their perfect strike.However, the

Brielle’s POVI watched as the helicopters disappeared into the clouds like they’d never been there.Snow drifted slowly past the windows of the chalet, thick flakes spiraling down from the sky. From the outside, the place still looked peaceful; warm lights glowing through the glass alongside the smoke still curling lazily from the chimney.It'd have been the perfect vacation from all these havoc, but unfortunately, that thought was snatched away when I saw the men approaching now.I stepped away from the kitchen counter and grabbed one of the knives from the block. Not because I needed a knife.But because I needed my hands to have a grasp of something—anything that could catch them off guard in the most unpredictable situations ahead.Alexei moved beside me, his expression calm but the frequent darting of his eyes said otherwise. I mean, I haven't heard him crack a joke in the last twenty minutes now.“Eight,” he muttered under his breath like he couldn't believe it.“Unfortunately,

Brielle’s POVWho would have guessed that transportation in a snowstorm was a bad idea?Well, not me apparently.Snow battered the armored SUV like handfuls of sand thrown from the raging sky. The mountain roads were barely visible anymore, and the headlights carved narrow tunnels through the white covering ahead of us.But inside the vehicle, the silence brewing among us was worse than all of that.Especially since Jason sat across from me.Or whatever remained of him.His wrists were secured in reinforced cuffs bolted to the seat frame. Axel had insisted on that part. Actually, Axel had insisted on far worse.Yet somehow, Jason didn’t resist. Didn’t speak.Didn’t even look at the restraints.He just stared at his own hands like they weren't his. Like he was trying to remember where they came from.Every now and then his fingers would flex slowly, testing the movement in a subtle, not aggressive manner. Just… curiously.Like a child discovering their body for the first time.Alexei s

Axel’s POVFor a moment, I stopped breathing.Because across the street, under what seemed like the dim halo of a streetlamp, stood a man who was supposed to be dead.My very own father.The chairman’s posture was unmistakable—arrogantly straightened up, hands folded neatly behind his back like he was attending a board meeting instead of standing in the middle of a Munich street watching his son propose.Watching us.Each day I learnt something about him, it just got more creepier.My heart pounded hard and fast against my ribs as I started to panic.Besides me, Brielle's hand tightened slightly on my shoulder. “Axel?”I didn’t answer.Because the second I blinked to react, he moved. He turned calmly, as if he’d just finished observing something mildly interesting, and stepped into the flow of pedestrians moving down the street.Disappearing without a trace. Like it was just my mind playing tricks on me now.But my mind was never the one to make such a mistake.Which was simply why I