All Chapters of From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The Blood-Stained Choice

Chapter 61Valencia’s POVThe tarmac was a stage, and I was the prize in a play I never auditioned for. I stood paralyzed between two jets, two lives, and two men who seemed determined to tear the world apart just to see who could hold the leash.The biting wind whipped my hair across my face, stinging my eyes, but the cold outside was nothing compared to the absolute, freezing dread settling in my chest. Too many men. The thought hammered in my skull. My entire life had been a series of rooms owned by men, a sequence of scripts written by men, and even now, even after I had burned the Rossi empire to the ground, I was still standing in the middle of a clearing, waiting for a man to decide if I was a person or a trophy.Akeem’s hand was still hovering near mine, but his focus had shifted. His posture wasn't that of a lover anymore; it was that of a soldier facing his greatest nemesis. Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his jacket and pulled a sleek, silver Beretta. The sound of h

The Shattered Architect

Chapter 62Valencia’s POVThe wind howled across the tarmac, a mournful sound that seemed to mock the three of us. Silas stood to my left, the embodiment of a past that had carved me into a weapon. Akeem stood to my right, a promise of a future I wasn't entirely sure wasn't just another beautiful lie."The clock is ticking, Valencia," Silas said, his voice regaining that terrifying, calm authority. "The Commission is moving. The police are coming. Choose the man who can actually save you, or stay here and drown with a ghost."I looked at Silas. Really looked at him. The expensive charcoal suit, the hair that never seemed out of place even in a storm, the eyes that saw people as nothing more than variables in an equation."Save me?" I asked, and the laugh that left my throat was dry and jagged. "Is that what you call it, Silas? Is that what we’re calling the past months?""I gave you everything," he countered, his gun hand steady. "I gave you a name. I gave you purpose. I gave you the

The Serpent in the Garden

Chapter 63Valencia’s POVThe cabin of the jet was a masterpiece of mahogany, cream leather, and soft, ambient lighting, a sanctuary at thirty thousand feet. But to me, it felt like a pressurized tomb. The roar of the engines was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through my bones, a reminder of the speed at which I was fleeing my old life.Mia had finally succumbed to exhaustion, her small head heavy against my chest. I gently transferred her to the wide, reclining sleeper seat, tucking a cashmere throw around her shoulders. She looked so small, so innocent, her dark curls splayed against the pillow."She’s finally out," I whispered, straightening up.Maria didn't look up from the table across the aisle. She was methodically breaking down her submachine gun, the clicking of metal components the only other sound in the cabin."She’s a Rossi," Maria said, her voice like grinding stones. "She’ll learn to sleep through the sound of gunfire soon enough.""Don't say that," I sn

The Whale’s Belly

Chapter 64Valencia’s POVThe question hung in the pressurized air, thick and heavy, like the scent of ozone before a storm. Marry me. Akeem’s eyes were locked onto mine, burning with a frantic, possessive light that felt like both a shield and a cage. I could feel the heat of his skin through the cashmere blanket, the steady thrum of his heart against my chest. This was it, the moment the script was supposed to end and the rest of my life was supposed to begin. A life of lemons, salt air, and safety. A life far away from the Shadow.My lips parted, the word Yes trembling on the edge of my tongue, ready to be delivered like a peace offering.Then, the world shattered.A blood-curdling, high-pitched scream ripped through the silence of the cabin. It wasn't the sound of a startled child; it was the sound of pure, unadulterated terror, the kind of scream that only comes when the nightmares of the mind manifest in the dark."Mia!" The name left my throat in a jagged rasp. The romantic h

Heaven Is A White Wall

Chapter 65The descent into Ibiza was a blur of turquoise water and jagged limestone cliffs that looked like teeth rising from the Mediterranean. As the private jet’s wheels kissed the runway, the cabin shook, jarring Mia awake. She clung to my hand, her eyes darting toward the window, looking for the whale."We’re here, Little Star," I whispered, though my own heart felt like a lead weight in my chest. "Look at the sun. It’s real."Akeem was already standing, his linen shirt buttoned up but loose, the poetic lover-boy persona back in full force. He reached down, his fingers brushing my cheek as he helped me up. The touch, which had felt like a lifeline only hours ago, now felt like the brush of a spider’s silk. "Welcome to the beginning of forever, Valencia," he murmured.We were whisked away in a matte-black SUV, winding up narrow, sun-drenched roads until we reached a gate of wrought iron that looked like intertwined vines. Beyond it lay the villa. It was, by every objective meas

The Guardian’s Warning

Chapter 66Valencia’s POVThe morning sun in Ibiza didn’t rise; it interrogated. It sliced through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite, reflecting off the polished white marble until the entire room felt like a bleached bone. My head throbbed, a rhythmic pounding behind my eyes that matched the dull ache in my wrists and ankles. I lay still for a long time, staring at the white silk canopy above me. My body felt heavy, used, and strangely hollow. Beside me, the bed was empty, the sheets cold where Akeem had laid. The silence of the villa was absolute, broken only by the distant, mocking whisper of the Mediterranean. Heaven on Earth.I sat up slowly, the silk robe sliding over my skin like a cold caress. The red marks on my wrists were stark against my pale skin, reminders of the maintenance Akeem had performed on my soul last night. I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling slightly. I needed to see Mia. I needed to see something that wasn't white, bright, or perfect.I

The Ghost in the Frame

Chapter 67Valencia’s POVThe signal jammer in my pocket felt like a piece of radioactive lead, burning against my thigh as I crossed the threshold into the villa. The air-conditioning hit me like a physical wall, chilled and sterile, stripping away the scent of the Mediterranean and replacing it with... nothing. Just the scent of expensive filtration."Akeem?" I called out, my voice bouncing off the high, white ceilings. Silence.I headed for the study, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I expected to find him there, seated behind that bleached oak desk, playing the part of the diligent protector. But when I pushed open the glass doors, the room was empty. His laptop was closed, his glass of water half-empty, the lemon slice at the bottom looking shriveled and exhausted.I turned on my heel and headed for the master suite. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, a steady thump-thump of rising adrenaline. I needed to see him. I needed to look into those amber eyes and

The Blood We Choose

Chapter 68 Valencia’s POV The medical monitors in Mia’s room provided a rhythmic, artificial heartbeat that was the only thing keeping me grounded. The scent of antiseptic and expensive linen fought for dominance, a sterile reminder of the violence that had brought us back to this white-walled purgatory. Akeem sat at the foot of the bed, his shadow stretched long and distorted across the marble floor by the dim nightlight. The man who had nearly choked the life out of me hours ago was gone, replaced by this hollowed-out shell of grief. He still held my hand, his grip possessive yet trembling, as if I were the only thing keeping him from drifting into the Mediterranean. "We grew up in a house built on high-tensile steel and lies," Akeem began, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't look at me; he looked at the bandaged arm of my daughter. "The photo you found... that was the last summer of the lie. Silas was twelve. I was eight. He was my sun, Valencia. He was the one who

The Diagnostics of a Devil

Chapter 69 Valencia’s POV The air in the room didn't just feel cold; it felt thin, as if Akeem’s sudden, terrifying stillness was consuming all the oxygen. I was trembling, my back hitting the cold glass of the balcony door, my eyes fixed on the man who had just wept into my skin. The transition was so absolute, so seamless, that it felt like I was witnessing a glitch in reality. The doctor, a man named Dr. Aris from his coat, whose face was as sterile as his white coat didn't rush toward Akeem. He didn't check his pulse or look for signs of a breakdown. Instead, he stepped between us, his gaze lingering on me with a look of soft, practiced pity. "Dr. Aris, look at him," I choked out, my finger still pointing at Akeem, who sat like a gargoyle at the foot of Mia’s bed. "He’s... he’s not right. He just snapped. He needs a sedative, he needs help…" "Valencia," the doctor interrupted, his voice a low, soothing hum that made my skin crawl. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out

The Lazarus Contract

Chapter 70Valencia’s POVThe drive north was a descent into a different kind of hell. Gone was the blinding, artificial brilliance of the Ibiza villa. In its place was the suffocating mist of the Asturias mountains, where the jagged limestone peaks were perpetually cloaked in grey, rain-heavy clouds.Akeem hadn't spoken since we left the coast. He sat in the back of the armored transport, watching me with that new, terrifyingly still gaze. Mia was curled against my side, her breathing shallow, her small face pale against the dark leather. We weren't a family on a journey; we were assets in transit."You think I'm the monster for keeping him alive," Akeem said suddenly, his voice cutting through the hum of the tires like a cold blade. "But you don't understand the Titan codes, Valencia. Silas didn't just build an empire; he built a digital vault that controls every Rossi offshore account, every Blackwood logistics route, every drop of blood-money in Europe. And he locked it behind a

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