All Chapters of Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ariella’s POV.The tip from the night before weighed on my mind as I reviewed every operational and financial channel. Damon sat beside me, equally tense, scanning reports and communications logs. We needed to identify the final competitor without alerting Adrian prematurely.Lyra confirmed unusual investment movements linked to a private holding company overseas. I traced the shell corporation to a network of proxies acting on behalf of a former rival of Adrian’s family. Damon frowned, noting how deep the influence had spread despite prior neutralizations.I coordinated with Roe and Marcus to secure internal systems and track communications. Every call, email, and transaction was under discreet surveillance to ensure no further sabotage. Damon leaned back, his gaze steady, trusting my judgment in leading the technical response.Adrian approached cautiously, curious about the level of risk. I briefed him without alarm, summarizing the evidence and our preventive measures. He absorbed

Ariella’s POVDamon’s mother arrived early, insisting the day held significance for all of us. Her tone carried finality, and Damon and I exchanged a quick glance. Adrian waited beside her, composed and expectant.She requested a private room, and we complied without objection. The moment she settled, she gestured to Adrian first. “You’ve earned my endorsement,” she said. Adrian nodded slowly in response.Then she turned to me, holding my gaze with something newly softened. “And you,” she said, “are truly my daughter-in-law.” My breath eased as her acknowledgment landed with the closure we hadn’t known we were still waiting for.Damon stood quietly, watching us. His mother continued speaking about unity and expectations, but without pressure or criticism. For the first time, her words felt like a sense of alignment rather than tension.She addressed Damon next, telling him he had handled the empire rebuild with steadiness. He accepted the compliment with a controlled exhale. The atmos

Ariella’s POVThe confirmation reports arrived early, showing full stabilization across every branch of the empire. Revenue streams aligned with projections, and governance structures moved without hesitation. Damon reviewed the metrics and said the foundation was now unshakable.Adrian entered with updates on regional teams. He said all divisions had reached operational consistency, even those that resisted earlier reforms. Damon nodded, impressed by how Adrian’s presence influenced compliance.Lyra sent a final communication outline for internal morale. It emphasized unity, long-term vision, and ethical leadership. Adrian approved it instantly, recognizing its impact on staff confidence.Marcus reported system integrity checks across all global platforms. He confirmed there were zero breaches and no signs of residual sabotage. Damon thanked him for sustaining operational discipline during the rebuild.Roe added the last layer of security verification. He said the empire’s internal s

Ariella’s POVI woke before Damon and listened to the quiet rhythm of a home that finally felt steady. The weight of the last battles had eased, giving space for something gentler. I allowed myself the rare moment of stillness.Damon stirred beside me and murmured that we had earned a break. I agreed because neither of us had paused in months. Rest felt like a small luxury we had forgotten how to claim.We drove away from the city to disconnect from demands and timelines. Damon kept glancing at me with a quiet relief that I mirrored. There was no urgency pressing against us, just breath.We talked about everything we had survived and how easily any misstep could have broken us. Damon said, “You held the center,” and I felt the truth settle between us. I told him we did it together, because we had.At a quiet rest stop, he asked what I wanted for the next phase of my life. I told him balance, stability, and enough peace to enjoy what we built. He nodded like he was taking mental notes

Damon’s POVI arrived at the executive floor before the others. The foundation we rebuilt now held firm. For the first time in years, long-term planning felt possible rather than risky.Ariella walked in with her usual quiet focus, placing a folder beside mine. “Let’s map the next five years,” she said. I nodded, sensing her readiness for what came after survival.Adrian joined us moments later, confident and steady, carrying the updated projections. He took the seat across from me with a calm I had once doubted he could develop. It was clear he no longer needed reassurance to speak.We began with philanthropy, reviewing the proposals submitted by both internal and external advisers. Ariella emphasized alignment with legacy and community impact. I supported the structure, knowing it would position the company as both stable and responsible.Adrian suggested establishing a dedicated foundation to separate operations from philanthropic commitments. His outline was concise and ambitious.