Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The glowing window system flickered twice, then vanished into blackness.ACCESS COMPLETE.Deep in the maintenance room, the old janitor stood motionless. In the dim, ambient light of the control board, he stared at the video feed for camera Seventeen. He hadn’t touched the terminal, nor had he granted access to anyone else, yet someone had slid into the system right past him.He pulled out the entry logs to trace the IP routing, but came away with nothing: no user ID, no clearance code, and no digital footprint left on the local server. And whoever had slipped inside moved with surgical precision, as if they knew every line of code.His weathered face hardened into stone. For years, he had quietly guarded Richard Vance’s legacy, protecting secrets buried deep within the company. He knew every forgotten service tunnel, every hidden structural bay, and every dead terminal in the skyscraper. But this intruder moved through the network like a ghost that owned the house.His burner phone

The city remained cloaked in the darkness when Lyra walked into the lobby of Moretti Holdings. Security lights cast pale reflections across the marble floors, emphasising the heavy silence of the empty building. She bypassed the receptionist without a glance, heading straight for her private elevator. By the time the doors chimed open on the executive floor, she held a thick black folder firmly under her arm.Hayden was already waiting inside the glass- walled conference room. A massive display projected Kade Enterprise's corporate structure into the dim room. Lyra tossed the folder onto the table.“What is our next move?’Hayden turned his dark eyes, taking in the sharp line of her shoulders. “You didn’t sleep at all.”“Neither did you.”“I had three international markets to track.”“And I had an empire to dismantle,” she replied coolly, stepping closer to the illuminated screens. She opened the folder, laying out neat rows of debt schedules, distribution contracts, and acquisition

The old man ran. For the first time in twenty years, he abandoned the invisible, calculated routine that had kept him hidden within Vance Biotech. His heavy boots slapped against the polished marble of the service corridor as he moved through the darkened wing of the building, one hand clamped tightly around the burner phone shoved deep inside his pocket.MOVE THE HEIR. IMMEDIATELY.The text burned behind his eyes like a flare. They had unlocked the lower archive- that should have been impossible. The subterranean levels had been sealed with industrial deadbolts and isolated servers long before Damian ever understood what lay beneath in Vance’s legacy. Only a handful of executive officers had known it existed; Richard Vance had made certain of that before his end.He reached the primary service lift and jammed his call thumb against the brass button. Nothing happened. He struck harder. The call light remained dead. Someone had initiated an executive override. He glanced over his shoul

By eight o’clock the following morning, Damian had quietly reassigned three senior members of his executive security detail. It wasn’t because they had breached protocol. It was far simpler, and far more dangerous; he could no longer discern where their true loyalties lay.He stood behind the smoked glass wall of his corner office, watching every staff member filter through the soaring marble lobby of Kade Enterprises far below. From ninety floors up, the routine looked remarkably undisturbed. But inside the building’s corridors, panic was spreading. Desk phones rang unanswered, department heads slipped into locked briefing rooms with muted expressions, and legal counsellors pulled frantic all-nighters, while financial analysts struggled to quantify the enterprise’s sprawling exposure.Underneath the chaos, the board was quietly preparing to sever what remained of his authority. His phone buzzed across the desk; he picked it up without taking his eyes off the glass.“Speak.”His CFO d

By the time Damian stepped into the restaurant, control of the night had already slipped through his fingers. He didn’t know it yet.The private dining room was tucked away in the back, shielded from the main hall by tinted glass. Outside, rain traced erratic lines down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of the city skyline below.Damian shed his coat, handing it off to the attendant without looking back. His posture remained flawless; his mask was composed, but beneath the surface, every tactical calculation he had made was crumbling.When Lyra entered, his attention snapped to her instantly. She wore a tailored black silk dress; her demeanour was completely unreadable, relaxed, and utterly untroubled by the corporate warfare raging outside.He watched her approach the table. “You came.”“You asked me to,” she said quietly, taking the seat directly opposite him.Damian studied her face across the candlelit table. For weeks, he had tried to pinpoint why her sudden pr