All Chapters of Revenge Of The Secret Heiress : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The gold seal on the heavy parchment seemed to glow under the soft penthouse lights, but the air inside the room had turned entirely freezing cold. Anika kept her hand resting flat against the marble kitchen counter, her classy mask sliding back into place, though her pulse was drumming wildly against her ribs. Fifty-one percent. Absolute ownership. The supreme title of "That Position" was right here, giving her the legal right to permanently strip Santiago and the entire Gold family of their power with a single move."I need the core founders' board to verify this document, Christopher," Anika said, her voice dropping into a low, deadly calm. "Under the Delacroix bylaws, a master title transfer requires an immediate, unanimous vote from the registry council to go live. We have to force an emergency session before Monday morning."Christopher stood right beside her, his broad shoulders perfectly straight as his dark blue eyes tracked the intense, cold fire in her face. He didn't look

The small white flower sat perfectly still on the guard’s dark uniform jacket. The petals were clean, unbruised, and completely fresh, looking entirely out of place against the dusty, oil-stained concrete of the basement floor.Christopher didn't hesitate. He grabbed Anika’s shoulder, his grip heavy and firm as he violently shoved her behind his back. His broad chest turned into an absolute iron shield, completely blocking her view of the dark hallway. He didn't pull his phone out to call Phil. He just stood perfectly still, his legs spaced apart, his dark blue eyes turning into narrow slits of pure, lethal anger as he stared into the shadows of the corridor."Stay behind me, Anika," Christopher muttered, his deep voice dropping into a low, rough register that carried a terrifying authority.Anika’s fingers tightly gripped the back of his charcoal suit jacket. Her heart did a sudden, chaotic skip against her ribs—not from the dark hallway, but from the sudden, overwhelming awareness o

Anika’s fingers tightened around the edges of the printed photo until the glossy paper bent. The image of Tobey’s shattered glasses on the concrete server floor made her stomach do a sudden, sickening flip.Christopher noticed the shift instantly. The soft, victorious look vanished from his face, replaced by a razor-sharp focus as his hand remained locked on the small of her back. He leaned down, his chest brushing her emerald gown as his breath fanned against her temple."What is it?" Christopher asked, his deep voice a low, dangerous murmur that stayed strictly between them.Anika handed him the black envelope, her classy mask perfectly rigid despite the frantic hammering in her chest. "Freddy took Tobey. He left this on the server floor right after we locked down the registry downtown."Christopher took the photo, his blue eyes narrowing into slits of pure, lethal ice. A heavy, terrifying aura radiated from his chest, making the remaining country club waiters back away from their t

The heavy metal doors of the old warehouse groaned as Carlos’s private security detail marched inside. Two tall men in black tactical gear grabbed Freddy by his arms, hauling him up from the shattered wooden crates. His face was bruised, and blood trickled from the corner of his lip, but his expression remained completely twisted into a dark, mocking grin. He didn't look like a man who had just lost everything.As they dragged him past Anika, he stopped his feet for a brief, heavy second, his dark eyes locking onto her pale face with absolute malice."You think you won because you cut the wire, Anika?" Freddy whispered, his voice dropping into a low, chilling sweetness that made the skin on her arms prickle with heat. He tilted his middle finger forward, letting the gold Delacroix crest ring flash under the dim bulb. "The address you corrupted on the drive... it wasn't a duplicate. Your father's old partner isn't hiding in high society. He’s already working inside your own building,

The sound of keyboards clicking returned to the floor, but it felt different now. It was the rhythm of a department that knew exactly who was in charge. Anika sat in her manager’s glass suite, her eyes scanning the updated launch metrics. Every single line of data was clean. The procurement paths were stable.A sharp tap against the glass partition broke her focus.Tobey was standing outside her door, his grey researcher coat buttoned up to his collar. He didn't wait for her to invite him in. He pushed the door open, his unsmiling, rigid face completely blank behind his glasses. He closed the door behind him, letting the heavy glass lock out the noise of the floor."You need to look at this," Tobey said bluntly, dropping a single sheet of paper onto her desk.Anika picked it up, her intelligent eyes narrowing. It was a network architecture log from the central database, but at the bottom, tucked into the encryption source code of the new makeup software, was a tiny digital signature.