Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced on Our Wedding Night: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The flames at Port Khalid burned bright against the dark Red Sea night. Inside Sheikh Omar Ashar’s strategy chamber, the glow from the news broadcast flickered across the massive digital walls. Sirens wailed through the speakers as emergency responders rushed across the docks. Cassian watched the footage without speaking. Avelyn stood beside him, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Tan leaned forward over the table, his usual relaxed demeanor gone. “That’s not a small incident,” Tan muttered. “Look at the scale of that fire.” The camera zoomed in on the port. A large cargo warehouse had exploded near the southern docks. Containers were scattered across the loading yard like broken toys, and thick black smoke rose into the sky. Ashar’s assistant switched the screen to a satellite feed. The damage became clearer. One of the primary shipping terminals was shut down. Ashar’s jaw tightened. “She targeted the fuel storage area.” Avelyn frowned. “That’s deliberate.” Cass

Thousands of miles away, in a glass tower overlooking the quiet waters of Lake Geneva, the atmosphere inside the executive office was calm. Too calm. Dr. Elena Varga stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the pale moonlight ripple across the lake. Behind her, a large digital wall displayed global shipping routes, financial markets, and intelligence reports from across the world. Most of the lights on the map glowed green. Her network was expanding exactly as planned. But one section of the map suddenly flashed red. The Red Sea. Port Khalid. A notification appeared. Sentinel Maritime Convoy Access Denied. Elena didn’t move at first. Her assistant, Viktor Hale, stood quietly near the door. He already knew what the message meant. Port Khalid had refused their security contract. Which meant only one thing. Cassian Blackridge had arrived first. Elena slowly turned away from the window. Her expression remained perfectly composed. “Interesting.” Viktor spoke c

Morning sunlight poured across the harbor of Santos, turning the endless rows of shipping containers into fields of orange and steel.Cranes moved slowly above the docks like giant mechanical arms, lifting cargo from massive freighters that had traveled thousands of miles across the Atlantic.The port was alive.But beneath the normal rhythm of trade, something far more important was unfolding.A strategic war.Inside a private conference room overlooking the harbor, Cassian Blackridge stood near the window while Lucas Almeida prepared a detailed presentation on the large digital screen.Avelyn and Tan sat at the table, reviewing financial reports.Lucas pointed to the map.“Port Santos handles nearly forty percent of Brazil’s international shipping exports.”Tan leaned forward.“And that’s just current traffic.”Lucas nodded.“Exactly. Over the next ten years, projections show the port doubling its capacity.”Avelyn studied the numbers.“That explains why Varga moved so quickly.”Cas

The next morning in Santos was bright and hot. Cargo ships filled the harbor. Trucks moved in long lines near the terminals. Workers shouted to each other while cranes lifted huge containers into the air. The port looked normal. But for Cassian Blackridge and his team, nothing about the situation was normal. Inside the hotel conference room, Cassian stood near the large digital screen. Avelyn, Tan, and Lucas sat around the table. Everyone looked serious. Tan rubbed his face. “Elena moved faster than we thought.” Lucas nodded. “She redirected shipping traffic to Port Paranaguá before our cargo arrived.” Avelyn leaned forward. “That means Santos will not be overloaded like we planned.” Cassian nodded calmly. “Yes.” Tan sighed. “So our plan failed.” Cassian shook his head. “No.” Everyone looked at him. “It only slowed us down.” Avelyn crossed her arms. “You already have another plan.” Cassian did not smile, but his eyes showed he was already thinking ahead. “Yes.”

Morning arrived slowly over the port of Santos.A gray sky hung over the ocean, and the air felt heavy with humidity. Cargo ships continued moving in and out of the harbor, their horns echoing across the water as cranes lifted containers high above the docks.But inside the hotel conference room where Cassian and his team were gathered, the mood was tense.On the large digital screen, the financial report remained open.The same report that had shocked everyone the night before.Tan stood with his arms crossed, staring at the numbers.“I still don’t believe it.”Lucas leaned closer to the screen.“The debt was reduced by almost fifty percent overnight.”Avelyn sat quietly at the table, reading the report again.“The bailout came from a private investment group.”Tan sighed.“And the identity of the investor is hidden.”Cassian stood near the window, watching the harbor.His face was calm.But inside his mind, dozens of possibilities were forming.Avelyn looked up at him.“You already