All Chapters of Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Shadows in ZurichZurich was a city of precision and order, but beneath its polished exterior lay the tangled web of power and secrecy that the fourth man thrived in. The team arrived under the guise of business travelers, their weapons and gear concealed in innocuous cases. The meeting Kaine had mentioned was set to take place in an abandoned train depot on the outskirts of the city a location that offered isolation and easy escape routes. Elena studied the blueprints Aleksandr had procured. “Multiple entry points, but all funnel to this central hall,” she said, pointing to the heart of the building. “If he’s there, he’ll have it heavily guarded.” “We’ll need to split up,” Dante suggested, his tone brisk. “Two teams: one to create a distraction and another to infiltrate the main hall.” “I’ll lead the infiltration team,” Elena said firmly. “Aleksandr, you’re with me. Dante and Luca, you handle the distraction.” Dante gave a sharp nod, but Luca hesitated. “Elena, are you sure

Ghosts in the ShadowsThe team regrouped in a nondescript chalet nestled in the valley below. The explosions still echoed faintly through the mountains as the facility burned, a temporary victory against the fourth man’s ambitions. Yet, the atmosphere in the room was anything but celebratory. Elena leaned over the map spread on the table, her fingers tracing the locations they had already dismantled. Each strike brought them closer, but every step also felt like it revealed another layer to his operation. “He’s not running blind,” Aleksandr said, breaking the silence. “That facility wasn’t just a launch site. It was his bait. He wanted us to hit it.” Dante slammed his fist on the table. “You’re saying we walked into his trap? Again?” “Yes,” Aleksandr replied coolly, “but this time, we didn’t come out empty-handed.” He pointed to a laptop resting nearby. “The data we extracted from the facility—it's a trove of operational details, including financial transactions and encrypted

Storming the Fortress The Mediterranean sky was a dull gray, the horizon blurred by the distant shimmer of the sea. The team sat in tense silence aboard the transport boat as they approached the fourth man’s island. Every detail had been planned, every contingency accounted for, yet the weight of the mission hung heavy in the air. “This place is a fortress,” Dante said, peering through binoculars at the looming estate perched atop a cliff. Guards patrolled the perimeter, and speedboats circled the waters. “Which means he thinks he’s untouchable,” Elena replied. Her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside. Aleksandr laid out the final steps of their plan. “We infiltrate from the eastern beach. The defenses are lighter there, but we’ll still have to neutralize the patrols before moving inland.” “Once inside, we split,” Elena added. “Dante and I will push toward the main house to confront him. Aleksandr and Luca, you handle the control room and disable hi

Lines in the SandThe rotors of the helicopters whipped the air, carrying a deafening roar that drowned out Elena’s thoughts. Commander Vargas stood between her team and the masked operatives, his steely gaze fixed on her. “Elena, don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Vargas said, his voice calm but firm. “Hand him over. We’ve got the resources to deal with this properly.” Elena’s jaw clenched, her hand tightening around her weapon. “And what happens after you ‘deal’ with him? He disappears into the system, or worse, he buys his way out? We’ve been hunting him for months. He’s ours.” “He’s not a trophy,” Vargas replied sharply. “He’s a threat to global stability. You’ve done your job, but now it’s our turn.” Behind her, Aleksandr shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to the team. “Elena, we’re outnumbered. If we push this, we might not walk away.” Dante, however, didn’t waver. “We’ve fought too hard to let this slip away. If they take him, we lose everything.” Luc

Cracks in the ArmorThe room felt smaller as the hours dragged on. The single bulb overhead flickered intermittently, casting erratic shadows on the fourth man’s face. Elena’s patience thinned with every word he refused to say, every smirk that tugged at his lips. "You’ve orchestrated chaos on a global scale,” she said, her voice sharp. “People have died because of you. Whatever game you think you’re playing, it ends here." The fourth man chuckled softly. "You think breaking me stops the machine? That’s naive, Elena. I’m just a cog. You haven’t even seen the rest of the gears turning." Aleksandr stood by the door, arms crossed. “Cogs break. Machines stop.” Dante, pacing at the edge of the room, slammed his hand on the table. “Enough of this cryptic nonsense. We’re not asking. We’re taking answers now.” Elena raised a hand, halting Dante’s advance. Her eyes stayed locked on the fourth man. “He wants you to snap. That’s his play. He thinks if we lose control, he wins.” “You’