All Chapters of The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The heavy, gold plated federal gavel completely slipped from Darius Thorne's trembling fingers, clattering onto the pristine mahogany table with a deafening, pathetic thud.Because the Sovereign has returned to the light. And I am entirely liquidating your life.The fifty elite billionaires of the Sterling Valerius board of directors were completely, physically paralyzed. They stared at the shattered frosted glass doors, their faces draining of all color. They had just spent the last twelve hours celebrating the death of the Queen. And now, she was standing flawlessly at the head of their table, completely untouched.Darius backed away from the microphone, his arrogant, aristocratic composure violently shattering into absolute terror."You're dead," Darius wheezed, his eyes darting frantically to the federal marshals flanking the room. "The FBI declared you a casualty of the Plaza explosion! Arrest them! She is a domestic terrorist!"The armed marshals stepped forward, their hands dro

The morning sun filtered softly through the heavy velvet drapes of the Valerius brownstone, casting a warm, golden light across the master suite.The global financial markets were in absolute, unmitigated chaos. The news cycle was a relentless loop of Darius Thorne's arrest and the shocking return of the Sovereign. Wall Street was bleeding out, terrified of who the untouchable Queen would target next.But inside the fortified walls of the bedroom, the world outside simply did not exist.Lucian sat on the edge of the sprawling mattress. His massive, heavily scarred back was entirely relaxed, the apocalyptic tension of the last three days finally draining from his corded shoulders. He held a small, pristine porcelain teacup in his taped hands, offering it seamlessly to Zara.She sat propped against a mountain of silk pillows, wearing a soft cashmere robe. The freezing, weaponized armor she wore for the board of directors was entirely gone. Her pale skin was slowly regaining its color, h

The blinding, catastrophic red glare of the encrypted terminal violently illuminated the dark walls of the master suite.EXECUTIVE MANDATE: The United States military is hereby authorized to establish an immediate, no fly, total quarantine perimeter around the island of Manhattan.The absolute, suffocating silence in the room lasted exactly three seconds.Then, the heavy, reinforced glass of the brownstone's windows physically vibrated. A low, terrifying mechanical hum began to rise from the streets below, building into a deafening, apocalyptic shriek. City wide air raid sirens, a sound New York had not heard in nearly a century began to wail, completely drowning out the quiet rhythm of the evening.Lucian did not blink. His massive, heavily corded frame turned to absolute stone.He didn't look at the window. He dropped the terminal onto the mattress and instantly moved over Zara, his broad body completely enveloping hers, pressing her gently but firmly into the pillows. He formed an

The thermal map of Manhattan cast a harsh, freezing blue light across the master suite, broken only by the single, blazing red pillar of the Sterling Tower.Lucian stared at the screen. The apocalyptic wrath radiating from his massive frame didn't erupt into a roar. It condensed into a cold, terrifying silence that was infinitely more dangerous. The Archangel was sitting in their boardroom. He was using their analog power grid to host his Sovereign Summit, holding eight million civilians hostage in the dark to force their hand.Lucian turned away from the terminal. He walked directly to the heavy, reinforced mahogany armoire at the far end of the room. He didn't pull out a bespoke suit. He reached into the hidden ballistic compartment and pulled out a heavy, matte black tactical rig."Silas," Lucian's voice was a low, gravelly vibration that left absolutely no room for debate. "Assemble Ghost Team Alpha in the subterranean garage. Suppressed weapons only. We are moving entirely throug

The sickening, heavy thud of bone against titanium echoed through the marble corridor.Lucian did not slit Marcus's throat. He didn't waste the fraction of a second required to draw the blade across the traitor's skin. The feral King of the American underworld simply reversed his grip and drove the heavy, solid steel pommel of his combat knife directly into Marcus's temple.The operative's eyes rolled back instantly. He collapsed onto the cold floor in a lifeless heap.Silas immediately stepped over the body, kicking Marcus's rifle away and securing his wrists with heavy tactical zip ties.Lucian didn't look down at the man who had guarded his children. He turned his massive, heavily corded frame directly toward the open elevator car. His pitch black eyes were entirely consumed by a blinding, terrifying void."Silas," Lucian growled heavily, his voice a gravelly, demonic vibration. "Take the Sovereign back through the tunnels. Extract her to the brownstone.""Lucian, no," Zara command