All Chapters of Married for a billionaire’s Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The safe house was quiet, but the air was thick with tension. Alexander, Isabella, and Lucas sat around the laptop, dissecting each shot of Cassandra's video. Every gesture, every word, every shadow in the footage could hold a clue. "We have to find out who she's working with against us," Alexander paced back and forth. "We can't rely on anyone outside this room. Not even on our own judgment." Lucas frowned, tapping his tablet. "I followed the metadata of the video. The location… it is near the location of the abandoned industrial compound. She is planning something there." Isabella ground her teeth. "Then we can't just sit here. We must do something. We can't let her trap us a second time like she did last time." Alexander stopped his pacing and looked at them both. "Right. We're going to use her trap, but turn it into our trap. But we have to be smart. We bait her into a false move one that she's going to think makes her in control but that actually leaves her in danger." L

The fluorescent lights over the warehouse flickered as Cassandra walked toward a table, spilling files, tools, and a small, untagged device that hummed ominously. Alexander, Isabella, and Lucas remained frozen in place, each muscle tense, searching for traps."You underestimated me last time," Cassandra murmured, almost kindly. "But this time. I've planned for everything."Alexander took a step forward. "We're not the same individuals you knew. Whatever you had planned, it ends here."Cassandra laughed softly, the resonance ringing hauntingly through the empty space. "Ends? Oh, Alexander… it's only just beginning. You see, I've manipulated things you didn't even know were occurring. Every friend you think. every corner you felt safe. all part of the web."Lucas frowned, pointing at a series of monitors that lit up along the far wall. Each screen showed familiar faces friends, informants, even innocent civilians each trapped, monitored, or manipulated in ways that sent chills down thei

Cassandra sat in the cramped, dimly lit containment room, the chilled metal chair beneath her firm and unyielding. The hum of the security systems that caged her throbbed softly, pulsating like a heartbeat, reminding her she was no longer free. The antiseptic walls were an ironic contrast to the violence she had brought about the night before, and for the first time in years, she felt. helpless.She looked at her face reflected in the scuffed, small window, the once-fear-inspiring face now pulled thin and pale. For a moment, vulnerability passed over her features, hidden behind the armor she had built up over so long. Cassandra's mind, usually so acute and analytical, labored with mixed ideas. Remorse, rage, and something different doubt were battling for dominion within her.What have I done?" she breathed on the room. The words were foreign, even to her. She had always believed that control was power. That the world could only survive by bending itself to her will. But Alexander. Al

The city pulsed with routine, but just below the surface lay the residue of Cassandra's power, vibrating like an undertow, unseen but deadly. Alexander, Isabella, and Lucas moved the streets with acute caution, senses alert, eyes scanning every alleyway, every doorway. They had anchored the immediate threats, but the feeling of disquiet remained, gnawing at the edges of their notice.Lucas's deep voice interrupted. "Reports keep coming in burglaries, security intrusions, and strange activity around the financial sector. It's too coordinated to be random. Someone's testing our defenses."Alexander's lips were pressed into a line. "It's a probe. A recon. Cassandra may be sealed up, but her net isn't torn apart. We need to know who is doing this before it gets out of hand."Isabella's gaze swept the city streets. "And we have to do it without striking panic. If the civilians catch wind of what is occurring, fear moves faster than anarchy." Her voice carried a touch of tension in it. She

The city stirred reluctantly, the sun rising above the grime of a troubled night. From the heavens above, the streets seemed peaceful, methodical, almost infuriatingly serene. But Alexander, Isabella, and Lucas were not fooled. Chaos had a way of lying in plain sight, and Cassandra's being, though subdued, still broadcast outward in ways they had only just begun to properly comprehend. Lucas tapped his tablet, his eyes scanning the patterns of disturbances from the previous night. "We shut down the devices and brought in the operatives, but I've been reviewing footage from the city's surveillance feeds. There are inconsistencies small, almost imperceptible but recurring. Someone's taking lessons from Cassandra's style, adapting." Alexander's expression hardened into a hard line. "Adaptation is evolution. Whoever this is, they're not just emulating her work they're honing it. We can't let our guard down." Isabella, gazing out over the throngs down below from the rooftop vantage poi