Semua Bab THE HEIRESS: Bab 31 - Bab 40

It was strange how quickly the extraordinary became ordinary.Six months after Project Equilibrium’s activation, the world no longer prayed to or panicked over the Firewall. It simply referenced it a silent constant, like weather or gravity. Every continent now linked through adaptive net veins that pulsed with measured neutrality. Crops optimized yields, traffic systems predicted collisions minutes ahead, hospitals balanced resources autonomously. Humanity didn’t worship the Pattern anymore; it used it to schedule trains.Evelyn walked through a cluster of rebuilt server domes north of Lisbon, the Mediterranean sector of the global grid. Vines had climbed the steel façades, green tendrils curling around solar conduits like ornament rather than invasion. Everything here hummed with sustainable intelligence.“Feels alive,” Luca said, emerging beside her. He had traded the anarchist dishevelment for quiet academia, a security consultant teaching ethical coding in schools.“It is,” she re

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Hartman Foundation, warm and gold like we’d finally outrun the night. Staff hurried across the open floor plan, headsets blinking, coffee cups steaming. For the first time in months, the air didn’t feel like survival. It felt like work…the normal kind.I stood by the glass wall overlooking the lake, a tablet tucked under one arm and a small smile I hadn’t practiced. Geneva gleamed below. The world hadn’t collapsed. Yet.Luca appeared beside me, sleeves rolled to the elbow, phone in hand. “Morning, boss. The World Ledger News segment went live. You compared transparency to oxygen. They liked that.”“Good,” I said. “It’s about time breathing stopped being a crime in this family.”He grinned. “Coffee? Or is that too public for the great Evelyn Hartman?”I tapped his cup. “You always get the sugar ratios wrong.”“That’s why I buy two.”I took the second cup and inhaled. “See? Control. The rarest thing in this building.”He tilted his

***I woke up to thirty‑two messages and one headline that made the room tilt.“Blackwood Group loses government contract in Singapore-fraud investigation underway.”The words didn’t just jump off the screen; they crawled beneath my skin.Because fraud wasn’t Adrian’s style. That meant someone else had planted it there.By nine A.M., my office looked like a crisis ward.Luca hovered near the door, phone against his ear, muttering to a contact in logistics.“Adrian won’t talk,” I said. “He always calls before a hit like this lands.”Luca lowered his voice. “He’s still in London, chasing down the first leak. This new snarl came overnight. Charlotte’s fingerprints all over it.”I rubbed my temples. “She’s attacking his contracts to isolate him. She knows if Blackwood falls twice, investors won’t forgive again.”“She’s playing long‑distance chess,” Luca muttered. “And we’re missing half the board.”I stared out at the lake beyond the windows.“I used to think silence was safety,” I said.

RECAPAt the Zurich docks, Charlotte’s hired men ambushed Evelyn and Luca after they filmed proof of her sabotage. Gunfire erupted, and Evelyn watched Luca go down before escaping. Now she faces the aftermath, evidence in hand, Adrian still under fire, and a past she thought she’d buried stirring to the surface.***The world smelled like smoke and metal. That’s what I remember most.Sirens in the distance, footsteps fading, and the weight of guilt pressing down like a second skin.I sat on the cold floor of my apartment, Luca’s blood still on my sleeve. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every time I blinked, I saw the docks again—the spark of gunfire, his voice shouting for me to run.Then my phone vibrated beside me.Luca: Alive. Graze only. Don’t come here. They’re still out there.Relief slammed through my chest so hard I almost cried. Almost.By sunrise, the newsfeeds had exploded again.“Blackwood bribery probe expands across Asia.”“Singapore board suspends $700 million tech pro

So Charlotte finally flips the table...voice forgeries, media takeover, and our first glimpse of how far she’ll go. How do you think Evelyn should counterattack? Do we call a press conference or play silent chess?