Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The city felt alive, but in a way that made Aria’s chest tighten. Every street, every building, every flickering neon sign could hide danger. Julian Cross was no longer reacting blindly. He had noticed the shift in momentum—and he was about to strike back with precision.Elena’s voice came through the encrypted line, tense. “Aria, Damian… Julian is mobilizing loyalists. The mole is at risk of exposure. Immediate action required.”Aria exhaled slowly, heart hammering. “We’ve prepared for this. But the stakes… they’re higher than ever.”Damian placed a hand on her shoulder. “Then we face it. Together. Every shadow, every risk.”The mole had been working meticulously, passing information about Julian’s operational weaknesses. But now, subtle changes in communication patterns suggested someone had noticed anomalies.“This is no longer subtle,” Elena warned. “Julian’s inner circle is tightening control. He’s monitoring everything… even the mole’s activity.”Aria’s fingers danced over the k

The rain had stopped. The city lay in uneasy quiet, streets glistening under the neon glow, reflections stretching across puddles like distorted memories. For Aria and Damian, this calm was temporary—a rare pause before the storm that Julian Cross was surely planning.They were inside their safe house, surrounded by monitors, tactical maps, and data streams that flickered like tiny constellations. Every alert, every movement, every communication could mean life or death.Elena leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “This is the lull before the storm. Julian is reorganizing. He’s preparing… and he knows we’re a threat now. Nothing will happen by chance.”Aria stared at the holographic map projected above the table, lines and nodes representing Julian’s forces and the growing cracks they had exploited. Her mind raced. Every decision they made now could tip the scales—or doom them entirely.Damian’s voice broke the silence. “We’ve survived infiltration, betrayal, and retaliation.

The city felt like a war zone even though the streets remained deceptively calm. Aria and Damian had spent the night coordinating, analyzing intelligence, and preparing for the inevitable counterstrike Julian would launch. The storm from the previous night had passed, leaving the streets slick with rain and the air thick with tension. Every shadow seemed a potential threat, every flicker of light a possible trap.Elena’s voice crackled over the encrypted channel. “Julian is moving faster than expected. His loyalists are reorganizing, and he’s preparing a full-scale counter-offensive. He knows we’ve destabilized him.”Aria’s jaw tightened. “Then it’s time to define the battlefield. We force him to fight on our terms.”Damian leaned closer, his gaze steady. “And if he refuses to play by rules?”“Then we create rules he can’t ignore,” Aria replied, eyes flashing determination.Aria spread a holographic map across the table, lines representing operational units, potential extraction point

Power always collected its debt.It never rushed.Never begged.It waited—until the moment resistance weakened into curiosity.Aria felt it that morning.The city below looked the same, but she knew better now. Every building carried secrets. Every shadow hid leverage. And somewhere beyond the skyline, the figure who called themselves the shadow was already moving pieces into place.She hadn’t answered their offer.That silence was an answer in itself.A DISTANCE THAT HURTSDamian watched her from across the room as she fastened her coat.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.Neither accusation nor concern—just truth.Aria met his eyes. “Neither did you.”A pause stretched between them. Not empty. Loaded.“You’re going out,” he said.“Yes.”“With no security.”“I won’t be alone.”That was when the first crack widened.Damian’s jaw tightened. “You didn’t tell me you accepted help.”“I didn’t accept anything,” she replied calmly. “I’m listening.”“To people who manipulate lives like currency.”“

There are truths that don’t scream.They wait.They sit quietly inside your chest, heavy and patient, until your heart collapses around them.Aria didn’t cry.Not at first.She sat very still on the cold marble floor, the tablet glowing faintly in her trembling hands, every document etched into her mind with brutal clarity. Dates. Names. Decisions made in boardrooms where lives were reduced to margins and acceptable loss.Her parents hadn’t died because of fate.They had died because of profit.And the man she loved had signed the path that led to it.Damian knelt in front of her slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal. His face—usually carved from certainty—was stripped bare. No defenses. No power. Just a man staring at the consequences of his past.“Aria,” he said hoarsely. “Let me explain.”She finally laughed.It was a soft, broken sound.“Explain what?” she asked. “Which part? The part where my parents’ car was ‘rerouted’? Or the part where their deaths were filed under uninte