All Chapters of She Writes Her Own Heartbeat : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Pov Samantha **The blood drained from my face, leaving a cold, clammy terror in its wake. The penthouse, just moments ago a sanctuary of hard-won freedom, became a tower of glass overlooking a world of predators.Benjamin slowly lowered his phone, the image of Sebastian's black site and the distant, cold glint of the sniper's reflection burning into our shared reality."It's a digital ghost," I whispered, fighting the sudden, paralyzing urge to scream. "Kovacs is in federal prison, locked down. This is a scare tactic. An empty threat.""No," Benjamin's voice was flat, devoid of hope. "Kovacs isn't just a man, Sam. He's a system. His organization, Trident, anticipated this exact moment. He's sending a final, definitive message: He controls the battlefield, even from a cell. The CEO replacement was easy because he bought one. Finding a CEO was simply a corporate transaction; finding a new sniper, a new trigger man, is just a logistical one. He's demonstrating that the ultimate cont

Pov Samantha **The water was thick with the smell of smoke, jet fuel, and the sickening tang of burnt plastic and metal. I clung to Benjamin, my lungs burning, the horrific scene of the Coast Guard cutter's demise replaying behind my eyelids. The sheer, calculated devastation of Kovacs's final act was a statement: He lost, but he won the exchange. He took down the entire federal team that held the key to his systemic dismantling, ensuring that the only people who truly understood the depth of his network were now adrift and thoroughly discredited.The silence that followed the explosions was broken only by the crackle of fire consuming the remains of the Nightingale and the distant, confused sirens from the shore. The ocean had become a watery graveyard.Benjamin, operating on sheer, icy instinct, pulled Sebastian still breathing, miraculously alongside us. We used a piece of foam debris from the yacht as a makeshift float."We need distance," Benjamin hissed, his voice raw. "They'

Pov Samantha *** The small chapel in the mountains had provided the perfect sanctuary for our wedding. The promises we exchanged that day honesty, partnership, forever felt more real, more absolute, than any legal document. Now, three months later, those promises were being tested by the gentle, insistent reality of my growing pregnancy. We were nesting, preparing the remote safe house for a life that would be entirely new, entirely clean. The world outside, however, was in turmoil. Kovacs was dead, and Trident was dismantled, but the geopolitical forces that had funded him were still active. The global financial community had reeled from Sebastian’s confession and the public exposure of the ledger. Nations and private firms scrambled to distance themselves from the ensuing collapse. The primary backer of Trident, an oil-rich, semi-authoritarian country we internally nicknamed the "Onyx Bloc," was being hit hardest. Their Sovereign Wealth Fund (SWF) , a massive pool of nati

Pov Samantha *** The fear was visceral, a cold knot in my stomach that had nothing to do with the growing life inside me and everything to do with the polished killer standing before us. Krenov hadn't come for the data; he'd come for the destruction and the final elimination of the Hayes name. Benjamin raised his stun gun. "You may have triggered the crash, Krenov, but the Contingency Drive still holds every file, every ledger, and every communication that links your government directly to Kovacs. If that gets out, the financial loss will be the least of your worries." Krenov laughed, a sharp, dismissive sound. "No one will believe the ravings of fugitives who attacked a federal convoy. We'll find you and stage a tragic suicide, a final act of guilt." Krenov advanced, moving with terrifying, silent speed. Benjamin fired the stun gun. The electrical charge hit Krenov's chest, sparking violently. Krenov didn't even flinch. He was wearing a state-of-the-art ceramic plate vest. "Am

Pov samanthaSamantha’s Final Testament: The Unbroken Vow(Samantha’s Voice)I used to measure my life in pages t e chapters I wrote for others, the hidden chapters I lived for myself, and the explosive, terrifying chapters Benjamin and I wrote together. I stopped measuring the day our son, Sterling, drew his first, impossible breath in that filthy, victorious alleyway. Since then, my life has been measured not in time, but in truth.They called us fugitives, but we are simply free. Our life is not an escape; it is a rededication. The ocean became our home, the sailboat our final, unassailable fortress, christened The Honest Pursuit. It is a stark contrast to the glass tower of Sterling, but it is built on a foundation infinitely stronger than financial power: uncompromised integrity.The world searches for us still. Not the police, not the typical bounty hunters. They are the shadows of the old order—the remnants of the deep state operators, the financiers who served Kovacs, and the