Todos los capítulos de Owned By My Father's Rival: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 62: The Deeper DarkThe trail narrowed until it was barely a trail at all.Mira moved with the confidence of someone who had walked this path a thousand times. She knew where the roots would trip them. Where the vines would grab. Where the ground would give way to mud.Elena followed close behind. The box of files was heavy in her arms. Her shoulders ached. Her fingers were numb. But she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Stopping meant thinking about what they had left behind.Lucien walked behind her.His arm had stopped bleeding. The wound was sealed, crusted with dried blood. His face was pale, but his eyes were clear. Watchful. Scanning the trees for threats that hadn't appeared yet.Marina brought up the rear.Her feet were wrapped in strips of fabric torn from her dress. The bleeding had slowed. The pain had faded to a dull throb. She didn't complain. Didn't ask to rest. Just kept walking."The cabin is close," Mira said."How close?""An hour. Maybe less.""You said that an h

Chapter 64: The Cave of TruthThe cave was deeper than Elena expected.The darkness pressed against her eyes, thick and warm, smelling of earth and moss and something else. Something familiar. Lavender. The same perfume her mother had worn when Elena was a child. The same scent that lingered in the diary, in the letters, in the memory of every hug she had ever received."A few more steps," Isabella's voice said. "There's a lantern. To your left."Elena's hand touched cold metal. A glass chimney. A wick. She fumbled for a lighter, found one, struck the flint.Flame.The cave bloomed into soft light.Isabella sat on a blanket spread over the stone floor. She was older than Elena remembered. Her hair was gray, not the salt-and-pepper of the woman at the waterfall, but white. White as snow. Her face was lined. Her hands were knotted with arthritis.But her eyes.Her eyes were the same."Hello, my darling," Isabella said.Elena couldn't speak.Couldn't move.Couldn't breathe."Sit," Isabel

Chapter 66: The Keeper of LiesThe room held its breath.Irina stood in the doorway, phone still raised, face still pale. The confession hung in the air between them—thick, heavy, impossible to ignore. She had sent the texts. She had been the one tracking them, scaring them, pushing them from place to place.Lucien's gun stayed raised."Explain," he said.Irina lowered the phone."I've been watching you since Margaret died. Following you. Making sure you stayed ahead of Volodya.""By terrifying us?""By keeping you alive." She stepped further into the room. "Every time you stopped moving, I sent a message. Every time you got comfortable, I reminded you that you weren't safe.""You could have just told us.""Would you have believed me?""No.""Then I did what I had to do."---Mira moved from the window."Irina.""Aunt Mira.""Don't call me that.""What should I call you? The woman who abandoned her son? The woman who let the empire consume everyone she loved? The woman who's been hidi

Chapter 68: The InterrogationThe holding cell was gray.Gray walls. Gray floor. Gray ceiling. A bench bolted to the wall. A toilet without a seat. A camera in the corner, red light blinking, recording everything.Elena sat on the bench.Her wrists were raw where the handcuffs had been. Her shoulders ached from the hours of waiting. Her eyes burned from lack of sleep.The door opened.A woman entered. Mid-forties. Dark hair pulled back in a bun. A suit that cost more than Elena's first car. Her face was familiar."Special Agent Reyes," the woman said. "We met before. In Washington.""I remember.""You're harder to find than you look.""I've been hiding.""Obviously."Reyes sat across from her. Folded her hands on the table."You're in a lot of trouble, Ms. Hart.""I know.""Conspiracy. Racketeering. Aiding and abetting. Obstruction of justice.""I know.""You could go to prison for the rest of your life.""I know."Reyes leaned back."You don't seem scared.""I'm terrified.""Then why

Chapter 70: The Fragile AfterThe holding cell door didn't lock behind them.That was the first thing Elena noticed. The absence of the click. The way the latch caught but didn't seal. She could push it open from the inside. She could walk out whenever she wanted.But she didn't.She stood in the center of the blue room, Lucien's hands still in hers, and waited for someone to tell her this wasn't a dream."It's real," he said."How do you know?""Because my hands are shaking.""Mine too.""That's fear.""That's relief.""Same thing.""No." She squeezed his fingers. "Different thing."---The door opened.Reyes."Ms. Hart. Mr. Black. Come with me."They followed her down the corridor. Past the blue doors. Past the gray doors. Past the agents who had spent weeks hunting them.The lobby was crowded.Reporters. Cameras. Microphones.Reyes led them through a side door.Outside.Cold air. Gray sky. The smell of rain.A car was waiting."Where are we going?" Elena asked."Somewhere safe.""W