All Chapters of My Father’s Enemy, My Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter Sixty-one – Valen’s Web Tightens

Riley’s first instinct is to throw the phone at the wall.Her second is to be sick.Her third is the one she actually follows: she shoves the phone into Nolan’s hands and stalks toward the bathroom, every nerve on fire.“I’m changing,” she says tightly. “Then we’re talking. And nobody is allowed to say ‘I told you so.’”The door shuts harder than necessary.Nolan stares at the screen.The photo is crystal clear. Whoever took it had a steady hand and time to frame the shot.Riley, asleep, one leg tangled in the sheet, turned slightly toward him.His arm draped over her without either of them realizing it.He feels exposed in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that he’s half‑naked.The message under the image is simple.WEAKNESS CONFIRMED.A faint line of code sits below the text. An innocuous‑looking URL that doesn’t go anywhere, but the structure of it makes his stomach drop.He’s seen that style before.On the fake memos.In the auction shells.Valen’s accent.He takes a scre

Chapter Sixty-two – Prison Whisper

Ava hates jails.She hates the way the air feels thick and stale, heavy with too many breaths in too small a space. She hates the fluorescent buzz. The layers of locks. The way everyone looks at you twice—once to see who you are, second to decide if you’re worth their time.But she’s here anyway.Riley walks beside her down the corridor, arms folded, mouth tight. Leo trails half a pace behind, a quiet shadow in a suit that sits wrong on his shoulders because he was built for movement, not furniture.“You sure about this?” Riley murmurs.“No,” Ava says. “But Cass is.”That’s the only reason she’s doing this at all.Last night, Cass called with a voice that sounded like it hadn’t seen sleep in three days.“There’s a name,” Cass had said. “A guy who did grunt work on an old demolition tied to one of Valen’s shells. Low‑level thug, in on the ground. He’s inside now on an unrelated weapons charge. If anyone knows how the orders moved from Vince’s world to Valen’s, it’s him.”Now Ava stands

Chapter Sixty-three – Marked for Hunting

Leo doesn’t let them see him shake.He walks Ava and Riley straight from the prison steps to the car, one hand hovering at the small of Ava’s back, the other free in case he needs it.The black sedan that pulled away when they stepped outside is still in his head.He clocks the make, the model, and the first three characters of the plate.By the time they’re on the highway, he’s already texting his team.CHECK CAMS – ROUTE FROM METRO DETENTION TO CASS’S. FLAG BLACK SEDAN, PARTIAL PLATE 6JX. PULL ALL ANGLES.Riley sits in the backseat with Ava, shoulder pressed against hers, murmuring about coffee and terrible movies and anything that doesn’t involve blood on concrete.Ava stares out the window, jaw clenched.Leo keeps his eyes on the road and the mirrors.The sedan doesn’t reappear.It doesn’t have to.He knows it’ll be in the cameras.***Cass’s building is locked down tighter than usual when they arrive.Extra locks engaged. A camera Leo hadn’t noticed before now swivels as they app

Chapter Sixty-four – Warning Ignored

The text comes while Ava is staring at her ceiling, counting the cracks in the paint.She’s back in her own bed, hair damp from a too‑hot shower, skin scrubbed rawer than it needs to be.Her phone buzzes on the nightstand.Once.Twice.She tells herself she won’t look.She lasts eight seconds.The screen lights when she flips it over.UNKNOWN – the contact line says.Not because he’s unknown.Because she blocked his number.The preview shows the first few words.You’re in danger—Her chest tightens.She taps it open before she can talk herself out of it.You’re in danger. Let me protect you.No greeting.No name.No qualifiers.Just that.She stares at the message, thumb hovering above the keyboard.Part of her surges toward it instinctively.He knows things she doesn’t. He has nets around her she never asked for. If he’s saying this, it’s not nothing.Another part—raw, flayed, furious—rears up just as hard.Let me protect you.Like that hasn’t been the prelude to every lie, every omi

Chapter Sixty-five – Calm Before the Snatch

The day starts almost boring.That should have been her first warning.Ava wakes to gray light and the sound of Riley swearing at an email. Cass has already been up for hours, judging by the number of empty coffee cups on the counter and the frazzled bun on her head.Leo appears at nine sharp with a schedule and a look that says he absolutely did not sleep either.“You’re with me today,” he says. “Gallery event at eleven. Lunch with the foundation board. Back here by three. No solo detours.”Ava arches a brow.“No café?” she asks.“No café,” Leo says. “You can survive one day without overpriced foam art.”Riley snorts.“He’s right,” she says. “Also, you’re not walking anywhere alone. If you so much as blink weirdly near a window, I’m installing you in a panic room.”Cass doesn’t look away from her screen.“Already priced them,” she says. “They’re ugly and overrated. I can do better with cameras.”Ava pulls on a dress that says competent philanthropist rather than mafia heiress—soft gr

Chapter Sixty-six – Taken

The world comes back in broken pieces.Cold air on her wet skin.Rough hands under her arms.Her heels scraping concrete.Ava’s eyes flutter open to a smear of gray sky and brick walls on either side.An alley.Her ears are full of the fading echo of alarms from inside the gallery, muffled by the heavy door that just slammed shut.“On your feet,” a voice snaps near her ear.She’s half‑dragged, half‑hauled upright.Her legs don’t cooperate.The drug is a thick, ugly weight in her veins, but not enough to knock her out completely. Not yet.Good.She can still fight.She swings a knee at the nearest target. It connects with something solid.The man on her left swears, grip tightening painfully.“Stupid—”She throws her head back, aiming for a nose.He jerks aside; her skull clips his cheek instead.“Stop playing with her,” another voice says, irritated. “We don’t have time.”They shove her forward.A van waits at the mouth of the alley.Dark. No windows. Passenger door already open.She

Chapter Sixty-Seven – War Council

The Kade safehouse is deliberately bland.From the outside, it’s just another converted warehouse in an industrial strip no one cares about. Inside, it’s concrete, metal, and a lot of tech that doesn’t advertise itself.Tonight, the main room hums with a different kind of electricity.Damian stands at the head of the long metal table, jaw tight, shirt sleeves rolled, a thin bandage visible over the cut on his palm. Nolan is to his right, laptop open. Adrian leans against the far wall, arms folded, eyes cold.Leo and Riley sit on one side of the table, still damp from the gallery, both looking like they’d rather chew through steel than be here.Cass’s face glares out from a large wall‑mounted screen, headset on, blue light reflected in her eyes.The usual phones and devices are absent.Adrian swept the room before anyone arrived.“Lines are clean,” he says now. “We’re off‑grid. No personal phones. No random texts. If someone’s listening, they’re doing it with a brain, not hardware.”“G

Chapter Sixty‑eight – The Ghost in Person

Ava takes inventory.Bed. Couch. Table. There are no visible doors, but there has to be one; people got her in here somehow.No windows.No clock.There's no way to tell how long she’s been out.Her head throbs in time with her pulse, a dull pain behind her eyes. The drug’s edges have dulled but not vanished. Her mouth tastes like cotton and fear.She forces herself to stand.The room tilts for a second, then steadies.Bare feet sink into the thick rug. The silk slip whispers against her skin.She moves slowly, testing her balance.The walls are smooth stone, broken only by subtle seams and a few pieces of expensive, abstract art. No doorknob; just a section of wall that looks slightly different if you know what to look for.A camera blinks in the corner.Another, smaller, near the ceiling over the seating area.She turns, locating each one.Three in total.No microphone is visible.Which means nothing.She walks to the low table, picks up a water bottle, and twists the cap.It’s seal

Chapter Sixty‑nine – Psychological Warfare

Ava drags her gaze away from Damian on the screen and back to Valen.“Turn it off,” she says.He considers, then taps the panel again.The image vanishes, the wall sliding back into seamless stone.“Better?” he asks.“No,” she says. “But at least I don’t have to watch you spy on him like some deranged fanboy.”He laughs, genuinely amused.“I like you,” he says. “You bite even when you’re bleeding.”“I’m not bleeding,” she says.“Not visibly,” he says. “We’ll get there.”He strolls back toward the seating area and drops into the chair like he’s hosting rather than holding her captive.“Sit,” he says, nodding at the couch.She stays where she is.“I’m fine,” she says. “You want to monologue. You can do it to a standing audience.”He shrugs.“As you like,” he says. “I find people tend to fall over eventually. The body gets tired before the mind.”He steeples his fingers, studies her.“Let’s talk about fathers,” he says.Her jaw tightens.“Let’s not,” she says.He smiles.“That’s the thin

Chapter Seventy – The Message Arrives

The box is unremarkable.Plain cardboard, hand‑sized, no return address. A generic courier label slapped on the top, routed through three different hubs in the city so that by the time it hits Kade Tower’s intake desk, it looks like a dozen other packagesAdrian catches it because he has been catching everything.“Came through the external chute,” the intake guard says. “No sender. Just this.”Adrian takes one look at the label, at the lack of metadata in the system, and every instinct he’s honed over years of cleaning up after Damian Kade screams.He doesn’t open it in the lobby.He carries it up himself.***Damian is halfway through barking at a lawyer when Adrian walks into his office without knocking, expression stripped down to something hard and flat.“Out,” Damian says to the lawyer, already reading the look.The man starts to protest.“Now,” Damian snaps.The lawyer goes.Adrian sets the box on the desk between them.“Came in fifteen minutes ago,” he says. “No sender. No flag

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