All Chapters of Marrying My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The rain had stopped by dawn.Sunlight streamed through the broken windows of Site Omega, catching the dust that floated lazily in the air. For the first time in days, London looked almost peaceful.No one in the vault felt that peace.Marcus stood at the long oak table where Daniel Carter’s journals had been carefully packed into waterproof cases.“We can’t take everything,” he said.“There are thousands of documents.”Elias nodded in agreement.“We prioritize anything connected to Genesis, the Covenant, and Black Haven.”Olivia carefully wrapped Daniel’s final recording in protective material.“I’ll make digital copies of everything else.”Richard, still weak from the poison, watched from a nearby chair.“Leave the originals here.”Marcus looked at him.“If Claire comes back?”Richard shook his head.“She already found what she wanted.”“These records are no longer her objective.”⸻Amelia wandered deeper into the vault.Now that the alarms had fallen silent, the room felt different

The words settled over the deck like a storm.The Original Covenant.No one spoke for several seconds.Even the sea seemed unusually still.Amelia finally broke the silence.“I thought the Covenant was an agreement.”Eleanor Ashford shook her head.“Most people believe that.”“They’re wrong.”She looked toward the distant lighthouse.“The Covenant wasn’t just an idea.”“It was a document.”“The first document.”⸻Marcus frowned.“You mean the original treaty still exists?”Eleanor nodded.“It was written by hand.”“Signed by every Founder.”“And hidden where no government, army, or organization could ever claim it.”Samuel folded his arms.“Then why does Claire want it?”Eleanor’s expression grew somber.“Because the original document contains something history forgot.”Henry closed his eyes.“No…”“It wasn’t forgotten.”“It was erased.”⸻Captain Nora restarted the engines as the Sea Lark resumed its journey.The mysterious Keepers’ ship remained hidden behind the lighthouse, never f

Marcus’s pistol remained fixed on Claire.“Put the journal down.”Claire didn’t move.“If I wanted to hurt any of you,” she said calmly, “I wouldn’t have led you here.”Samuel stepped to Marcus’s side.“That’s exactly what someone setting a trap would say.”Claire gave a faint, weary smile.“I suppose it is.”She slowly lowered the journal onto a nearby stone pedestal and stepped back, keeping her hands visible.“There.”“No weapons.”“No tricks.”“Just the truth.”⸻The elderly Archivists stood perfectly still.None of them seemed alarmed by Claire’s presence.Amelia noticed.“You know her.”The elderly Archivist inclined his head.“We do.”Marcus frowned.“You let her in?”The old man answered without hesitation.“She has walked these halls before.”Henry closed his eyes.“So it wasn’t a rumor.”Claire had known about the Hall of Records all along.⸻Amelia looked from Claire to the journal.“My father trusted you?”Claire nodded.“He did.”“Then why did everyone believe you betraye

A stunned silence swept through the Hall of Records.Every eye remained fixed on the man standing in the shattered doorway.He looked so much like Daniel Carter that Amelia’s heart lurched.The same height.The same dark hair.The same calm expression.Only his eyes were different.Daniel’s eyes had always held warmth.This man’s were cold.Calculating.Empty.Amelia took an involuntary step forward.For one impossible second, she wanted to believe.Then she remembered the smile.Her father had never smiled like that.“You aren’t him,” she said quietly.The man inclined his head.“No.”“But I spent years making certain the world believed I could be.”⸻Marcus never lowered his weapon.“State your name.”The stranger smiled faintly.“I’ve had many.”“The Dominion calls me the Shadow.”“The intelligence services of three countries know me by different identities.”He shrugged.“My real name stopped mattering a long time ago.”Samuel studied him carefully.“I’ve seen you before.”The Sha

The Hall of Records fell silent.Even the Dominion operatives looked toward the young woman who had just entered.She walked through the shattered doorway with calm, measured steps.Rainwater dripped from the hem of her black coat.She removed her gloves one finger at a time.Claire never looked away from her.“No…”Claire whispered again.“This isn’t possible.”The young woman stopped a few feet away.“You always did underestimate impossible things.”Her voice was soft.Controlled.Almost gentle.⸻Marcus glanced at Gabriel.“You know her?”Gabriel shook his head.“No.”“But Claire does.”The young woman smiled faintly.“Allow me.”She looked around the Hall before her gaze settled on Amelia’s sealed platform.“My name is Elena Novak.”She turned back to Claire.“And yes…”“…I’m your daughter.”A stunned silence followed.Olivia covered her mouth.“You never told us you had a child.”Claire’s eyes filled with tears.“Because I didn’t.”Elena’s expression hardened.“You had me.”“You