All Chapters of From Discarded Wife, Now the Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kai’s POV"So you're really playing personal driver today?" Hazel asked, looking across the slick leather interior of the SUV as I adjusted my grip on the steering wheel.The morning sun was barely peeking over the Roman skyline, casting long shadows across the pavement. I had dismissed every single guard from our normal security detail back at the penthouse. After what happened near the market two days ago, I didn't trust any of those idiots to keep her safe today. I was taking her to E&H headquarters myself—no convoy, no distractions."I'm not taking any chances anymore, Hazel," I said flatly, flicking my eyes to the rearview mirror. "Not after yesterday.""Kai, you dismissed the entire team," she pointed out softly, setting her tablet down on her lap. "Was that really necessary?""Where were those guards when Diego Sullivan cornered you?" My tone turned instantly sharp, my jaw clenching hard. "The first time I left your security entirely to Marcus and Roberto, they almost let you g

Hazel’s POVThe SUV screeched to a halt in the subterranean bay of the Valentino private hospital, the heavy tires smoking against the polished concrete floor. Before the engine even cut out, double steel doors flung open and a team of surgeons and armed guards spilled out into the bay, pushing a stainless-steel gurney ahead of them."We’ve got a double gunshot wound to the lower left quadrant!" Marcus roared, leaping out of the driver’s seat and slamming the rear door open. "Massive blood loss! He passed out three minutes ago!""Kai!" I choked out, my arms aching from holding pressure against his chest for the last agonizing ten minutes. My blue blazer were soaked in his blood, my hands slick and stained crimson. "Kai, we're here! Please open your eyes!"A sharp, gray-haired man with intense eyes—grabbed Kai’s pulse at the neck while two nurses locked their hands over his abdomen, taking over the blood-soaked wool coat I was holding."BP is falling fast, 70 over

Reed’s POVTen minutes later, the central courtyard of the Valentino estate looked like a war staging ground.Six black armored SUVs lined the cobblestone drive, their engines rumbling in unison. Fifty fully geared soldiers—wearing black tactical vests with the Valentino crest embroidered on the shoulders—stood in formation, checking their automatic rifles and heavy sidearms.Victor stood near the lead vehicle, slapping a fresh magazine into his rifle as Marcelo sprinted down the steps to join us."Is it true?" Marcelo asked, his face pale with shock and fury as he reached me. "Is Kai really in surgery?""He's under Lorenzo's knife right now," I told him tightly. "And Signor Valentino is leading the hit team himself."Marcelo looked toward the grand steps just as Signor Valentino walked out, flanked by his personal bodyguards. The chatter among the fifty soldiers instantly died out into absolute silence. Every man snapped to attention.Signor Valentino st

​Clara’s POV ​I sat back on the plush Italian leather sofa, swirling the pale amber liquid in my crystal glass. Opposite me, Joseph leaned back in his high-backed armchair, one leg crossed over the other, puffing lazily on a Cohiba. Beside me, Melissa paced the polished hardwood floor, her heels clicking a sharp, frantic rhythm against the timber. ​"Will you sit down, Melissa?" I snapped, setting my glass down on the marble coffee table with a heavy clink. "Your pacing isn't going to speed anything up." ​"How can you be so calm, Mom?" Melissa shot back, stopping in her tracks to glare at me, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the fabric of her designer skirt. "We’re playing with fire here. If anything goes wrong—" ​"Nothing will go wrong," Joseph interrupted smooth as silk, blowing a thin ring of smoke toward the recessed ceiling lights. "My contacts on ENH's board of directors have already primed the executive committee. The moment we release the forged wire authoriz

​Reed’s POV​​We had spent the last thirty-six hours tearing through every Sullivan hideout in the northern district. By the time Victor called a halt to the sweep, the half of the Sullivans were practically wiped off the map, their soldiers buried, and Diego Sullivan and his father were hiding somewhere underground like a cornered rat.​Victor didn't look tired. He walked down the corridor of the clinic’s private wing with heavy, menacing steps, his coat slung over his shoulder. Beside him was Marcelo, his face cold and unreadable, hands jammed deep into his leather jacket pockets. I walked a step behind them, my hand resting casually near the holstered piece inside my coat.​The private floor where Kai was admitted was on total lock: four of our best men stood guard at the elevator, backing up immediately as Victor approached.​"Everything clear?" Victor rasped, his voice low and dangerous.​"Clear, boss," the lead guard said. "Miss Saint Claire went down the hall to rest about twe