Todos os capítulos de Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

**Stella's POV**(Back at Ace Industries...)The contracts are spread across my desk in four separate stacks.Abigail made the stacks. She colour-coded them with sticky notes — green for straightforward approvals, yellow for review, orange for renegotiation, red for immediate termination. She explained the system to me with the enthusiasm of someone who has been waiting their entire life to be useful in this particular way.I did not tell her that I had already developed my own system in my head before she finished explaining hers.I pick up the next contract from the yellow stack and read."Okay so this one—" Abigail leans across the desk, finger hovering just above the page without touching it, which I appreciate. "—is a supply agreement with the Reston Group. They've been with Ace Industries for eleven years but the renewal terms are quietly worse than the original. Like, significantly worse and written in language designed for you not to notice." She pauses. "Your father's legal t

**Stella's POV** "You were recovering," I say. "I didn't want to stress you with —" "Stella." He cuts me off with the voice of a man who has heard a reasonable excuse and is refusing to accept it. "Don't." "Dad —" "Don't protect me." He crosses back to the desk. Stands in front of it, looking at me, and for the first time this morning he looks like a father who is angry — which is an entirely different thing and somehow harder to receive. "I am your father and she is my granddaughter." He stops. Presses two fingers to his mouth briefly, like he is pressing something back in. "I can't believe she has been missing for a month and you couldn't —" He stops again. The muscle in his jaw moves. "Who is leading the search here?" "Ezekiel and Shawn." "Ezekiel." He repeats it flatly. Like a number that doesn't add up. "He's been looking for a month without results." "Yes." "That's strange. This type of job is easy for Ezekiel —" "That is what I thought too. The only thing he f

**Cole's POV** "Sir—" The secretary is already rising from her chair. "Sir, you cannot go down there—" I ignore her. "Alpha Cole." Her heels click behind me, urgent now, the professional warmth completely gone. "You cannot walk into that office unannounced—" I keep walking. The corridor stretches ahead of me and at the end of it, the maintenance worker has stopped in front of a door, nameplate in hand, pressing it carefully against the door, while adjusting it left, then right, with the focused patience of a man who has been told to get it exactly straight. I reach him in eight strides. He turns at my footsteps and opens his mouth — I take the nameplate from his hands, set it against the wall without looking at it, and push the door open with my palm. It swings wide and hard and hits the stopper with a sound that announces me better than any knock would have. I walk in and then the office stops me. Not consciously. Not deliberately. My feet just — slow, in the tw

Cole's POV Stella looks at me with no shock. No concern. No instinctive softening that used to come the moment my tone shifted. She simply lifts her gaze from the contract and studies me with the same cool attention she might give a delayed shipment or an error in a report. Then she says nothing. The silence stretches between us. I wait for the questions. What happened? How bad is it? Who did this? Anything. Instead, she leans back in her chair and folds one hand over the other on the desk, calm and composed—like a judge who already knows the witness will keep talking if given enough rope. She isn't going to save me from what I started. I clear my throat. “Financially,” I say. “I mean that seriously, Stella. We are four months from bankruptcy if nothing changes.” Still nothing. No satisfaction. No pity. No surprise. She only absorbs the information with the quiet precision of someone filing facts where they belong. 'Well, that confirms it,' my wolf mutters bitterly. '

**Stella's POV** Is he really asking me this right now? I say nothing, too stunned to trust myself with words. What happened to his ever-compatible Sabrina? "Because I have been sitting in this chair trying to find her." Cole's voice drops further. "Trying to find the woman who loved me. Who I—" He exhales sharply. Looks at his hands. "I was a fool. I know that. I threw away the best thing I ever had and I have spent every day since understanding exactly how stupid that was." He looks up. "But I am standing here now. In front of you. Telling you that I am willing—" He leans forward. "Willing, Stella. Completely. With everything that I am. Just — give me the chance to—" "Cole." I stop him mid sentence because I have had enough of him. He looks at me. And I look back at him — at this man, this face, these eyes that I used to search every morning for some sign that today would be different — and I feel the full weight of what he is offering sitting in the room between us. An