บททั้งหมดของ His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The empire that Luca Valtieri inherited did not rise on noise.It rose on silence, on patience and on moves that no one saw until the results had already taken hold. It was built by Don Pietro Valtieri and one thing he had passed down to them is to have pieces to move that only one knows existed.And while Dominic gathered strength at Blackstone and Alessandro’s old network began to reawaken, Luca sat at the center of his own machine and began to move the pieces no one else even knew existed.The private war room beneath Luca’s compound glowed with a low, controlled light.Luca stood at the head of the central table and watched the rows of screens showed live feeds, financial dashboards, shipping routes, offshore accounts, and surveillance nodes that stretched across cities, ports, and borders. Nothing in Luca’s world was left unmeasured.Vittorio entered first, followed by Pablo Murdoch and two other senior advisors. A few seconds later, Aurelio walked in, the bruise on his jaw darke

The night inside Blackstone sharpened after the safehouse went dark.The estate seemed to draw a breath and hold it. Althea had noticed that every corridor became more alert, all lights are deliberate. The guards are moving with that heightened awareness that comes when a threat has stepped closer than comfort allows.Dominic stood in the central operations room, the darkened feed from the compromised relay still etched in his mind even after he had shut the screen off.Althea called it a night and told Dominic that she will be staying with Nicholas.“I’ll stay with Nicholas tonight.” She said in a low voice as she squeezed his hand gently. “If you can, please get some rest as well. You need it to clear your mind, Dom.”“I will.” He assured as he looked down at her carefully. He turned towards the others for a while and gave them a nod before ushering Althea out, accompanying her to Nico’s room. “Now, I want you to do the same thing, Thea. Get some rest.”Althea halted by his side.“I

The convoy rolled out without headlights. The engines are low and the tires drove through the service road in silence behind the old industrial district.The converted storage facility loomed ahead. The structure is windowless, silent, its corrugated metal skin reflecting the thin sliver of moonlight like a blade.Inside that building was the medical relay team that Althea supervises.Doctors. Field medics. Four nurses. A trauma tech.Civilians in the middle of a war they never asked for.Dominic swore to his wife that he is not going to lose them.He sat in the lead vehicle his eyes fixed on the structure as it grew larger with every meter. Beside him, Enzo adjusted the magazine in his weapon, making sure that he has several spares in his pockets and glanced over with a crooked grin.“You know,” Enzo said lightly, “for a ‘simple extraction’ discussed a while ago, you’ve brought half the arsenal.”Dominic didn’t look at him.“When I send you into danger, I don’t do it halfway.” He sco

The convoy finally reached Blackstone just before dawn, the gates opening in controlled silence and immediately retracting after all the vehicles rolled in.Before the engines fully died, the medical relay team inside the vans were already moving despite being disoriented, and exhausted.The important this is they’re alive.Inside the main receiving hall, Althea stood waiting.She had not slept.Her hair was tied back, her sleeves already rolled, her eyes fixed on the vehicles as they stopped one by one. The moment the doors open and she saw the first of her staff step down, alive, something in her chest loosened so suddenly she almost staggered.Relief hit her like a wave.For one fleeting second, the doctor in her vanished, replaced by a woman who had been holding her breath for hours.“You’re alive…” She whispered.“Hey, Doc A.” One of the nurses greeted.Then she moved and she hugged each of them tightly.“Are you injured?” She questioned, voice firm, controlled, slipping back int

The sun had barely settled into its late afternoon descent when Blackstone began to feel the shift.There was no gunfire or alarms this time.It came quietly but precise.Inside the operations room, Enzo was the first to notice.His fingers stilled over the keyboard as he studied the data feed. The rhythm of traffic, shipments, and supply acknowledgements that were normally seamless a few hours ago had begun to stagger.“That’s strange.” He commented out loud with a frown.Ulysees, standing behind him, leaned in. “What is it?”Enzo expanded the grid, isolating the anomalies. He pointed at the screen. “Our Southern freight routes.” He explained forwardly. “Three of our medical supply shipments just got rerouted through secondary checkpoints.”“Customs interference?” Ulysees asked.Enzo shook his head slowly.“No official record of inspection.” He answered. “They just slowed.”Across the room, Vincent glanced up from the financial reports. “We’ve got liquidity flags as well.” He added.