All Chapters of Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ariella’s POVRoe’s black site. Years of intelligence, every move my father had ever made, encoded somewhere in this fortress. I landed hard, rolling behind a rusted container as my chute whipped past me.“Status?” I whispered and gripped tighter.“Clear so far,” Layla’s voice crackled through the comm, calm and precise. “I’m feeding you the override codes. Elsa’s monitoring traps, biometric locks, pressure pads, and electrified panels. Follow the sequence exactly. One misstep and Roe wins.”I bowed my head, and thoughts flooded my brain. I exhaled slowly, letting the tension settle into focus. The smell of rust and cold machinery permeated everything. Freya’s presence somewhere inside gnawed at the edge of my mind.“Freya’s inside,” Elsa warned, sharp, tension threading her voice. “She claims she’s changed. Proceed with caution.”I froze. Rogue or redemption? Too many possibilities, none safe. I noticed one lady among others, who stood carefully, eyes sharp. She muttered, “I’m here t

Ariella's POV.“Don’t kill her. Just make sure she knows I could have.”Kiran’s cold stare didn’t waver. “Message only?”“The message is sharp, precise, and unbearable.”We stood under the skeletal branches of pine trees outside Celeste Thorne’s estate. Under her sanctuary, and her illusion of control. The fog wrapped around us like a second skin.“She’s Damon’s mother,” he said.“She’s the empire’s spine,” I replied. “Snap that, and he buckles.”“You’re learning.”“No,” I said, strapping the biometric jammer to my wrist. “I’m done learning. I’m rewriting.”The chopper dropped us at the blind perimeter. The guards were symbolic, asleep in marble towers paid to never ask questions. No alarms, and no resistance because she wasn’t expecting a war.“She’ll stall,” Kiran warned beside me. “Buy time. Offer sympathy. Don’t bite.”“I didn’t come for her tears.”We reached the atrium. Celeste Thorne was already waiting, framed by glass and gold, a teacup cradled in one gloved hand.“I see R

Damon's POV.“When a breach smells familiar, it’s not the fire you fear. It’s the hand holding the match.”The breach alert wasn’t loud. Just a soft pulse across the top screen in Substation 7. Red, brief, and Silent. But I stopped mid-step.I turned, eyes narrowing as the code unspooled. This wasn’t a hostile incursion; it was surgical. Someone familiar.Too familiar.“Trace the breach vector,” I ordered over comms. “Full biometric overlay. Cross-reference internal IDs.”, My analyst's voice crackled through. “Sir, it pinged and withdrew. System integrity holds. But...”“It wasn’t an attack,” I said. “It was a message.”I flicked through the replay, bypassed firewalls, looped clearance trails mimicking old Thorne patterns. Executed clean. Too clean.“Run it against Ariella’s archived data.”Silence stretched.Then: “Sir… are you suggesting?”“I’m saying cross-check everything. Stealth algorithms. Hand cadence. Echo trails. And don’t flag her. I want eyes, not alarms.”The burning in

Ariella’s POV.The alarms weren’t just loud, they were surgical. Piercing. Each pulse is a countdown, each siren is a slash through memory. Roe’s voice still rang in my skull. Touch her, and the kill switch activates.Damon had touched me anyway. The moment his fingers closed around mine, the glass cell vanished, replaced by chaos. Red lights exploded across the chamber. Somewhere deep beneath us, gears screamed as the facility began to die.I didn’t let go, but out of forgiveness, but because we had thirty seconds to live if we stayed.We ran. Metal groaned above us. Fire snapped at the walls. The corridors twisted like veins through a dying beast, and Roe had laced every one with traps. Damon led, and I followed. It should’ve been instinct, trusting his path, trusting his choices.But I didn’t trust anything anymore. “I need answers,” I shouted over the alarms.“Not now,” he shot back.“Yes, now.” He hesitated mid-sprint. That was enough. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into a side

Damon’s POV.The rain didn’t touch me. It pounded the ruins like war drums, drenching the compound, soaking the gravel, but I didn’t feel it. I was already drowned. The perimeter of Roe’s final site was razor-wired and silent, embedded deep into the earth like a tumor the world refused to cut out. No guards. No drones. Just one man with a purpose carved out of bone. I shot the lock. Metal screamed. The compound opened like a wound.Inside, the walls were pulsing with low light, emergency backup power from when the network went dark. Every server that once tied Thorne Infrastructure to the world hummed faintly. I walked through rows of dying tech like a ghost among coffins.Each step was a severance. I reached the primary core and ripped the cover off the circuit relay. Wires sparked. Static snapped. I slammed the EMP charge into the node and flipped the trigger. The final digital artery of the Thorne empire flatlined. The moment it did, the silence roared back. Inside that vacuum, mem