All Chapters of Four Heirs Claimed On My Babies: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Unfinished BusinessThe plan was ambitious, reckless even, but it was their only option. Elena and her team spent the next few hours laying out every detail. The estate where they had taken refuge would become their battleground. Aleksandr knew the land well, and with his tactical mind and Dante’s fiery resolve, they transformed the old mansion into a fortress of traps, ambush points, and sniper nests.But in the back of Elena’s mind, the fourth man’s cold gaze haunted her thoughts. He had walked away from the warehouse without fear, as if everything that had transpired was beneath him. That level of arrogance wasn’t just dangerous—it was deadly. She needed to understand his motivations before they could truly defeat him.As the night deepened, Elena found herself walking through the estate’s garden, seeking solace in the crisp autumn air. The sprawling grounds were eerily quiet, the moonlight casting long shadows that made the trees and hedges look more menacing than peaceful. She ne

The Calm Before the StormThe morning light painted the estate in a stark contrast—an idyllic scene that betrayed the brutality lying in wait. Elena stood outside, her gaze hard and unyielding as she took in the estate grounds. Every inch of this place had been transformed into a defensive fortress. Men were stationed at every point, hidden in trees, behind shrubs, watching the perimeter like hawks.Her heart beat steadily, but she knew the calm she felt was only the eye of the storm. Giovanni’s men would be coming, and with them, the threat she had been anticipating. She had made herself the bait, fully aware that this could either bring her victory or the ruin of everything she’d fought to build.Aleksandr approached her, his boots crunching against the gravel as he came to a halt beside her. “The men are all set. We have snipers in the treeline, explosives hidden at the main entrance, and the remaining team inside the mansion, ready to engage if they breach the gates.”Elena nodded

The ReturnThe sun was just beginning to set, casting an amber glow over the horizon as the convoy rolled up to Elena's family estate. Exhausted yet alive, the team returned in silence, each of them carrying the weight of the last battle. Elena sat in the passenger seat, her mind replaying every moment, every choice, every shot fired.For once, silence filled the air around them. It wasn’t the tense quiet of war but something deeper, a calm that felt foreign after the chaos they'd survived. Beside her, Luca glanced over, a question in his eyes. She knew he was worried—worried about what lay ahead, about her, about the scars left by this war.As the car came to a stop, Elena stepped out and took a deep breath of the crisp evening air. The grounds felt different now—both more familiar and somehow changed, scarred by the memories of what they had been through. Her family’s home had always been a fortress, but now it felt like something else. The battle was over, but a new chapter was jus

The PuppetmasterThe safehouse was eerily silent as Elena stared at the ominous message on the screen. Her mind raced with possibilities, questions swirling like a storm. She had played every card, dismantled Giovanni’s empire piece by piece, but it was clear now that someone else had been playing her all along. The fourth man—the shadowy figure she had first glimpsed at the warehouse—wasn’t just a loose end. He was the puppetmaster.“We need to move,” Elena said, her voice steady despite the fear bubbling beneath the surface. She turned to Luca, who stood by the window, scanning the street below. “Whoever sent that message knows we’re here.”Luca nodded. “Agreed. But we need more intel before we go blindly into whatever trap he’s setting. We don’t even know who he is.”Elena clenched her fists. “He’s been watching us this whole time, staying one step ahead. He wants us to react, to be reckless. We can’t let him win.”Dante and Aleksandr arrived an hour later, having secured Madrid a

More Shadows and BetrayalsThe room was silent except for the faint hum of tension that buzzed like static in the air. Elena sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the safe house, her fingers drumming lightly against the surface. She stared at the maps and files strewn across the table, her mind churning with unanswered questions. The fourth man’s moves were growing bolder, more calculated, and every time they seemed to corner him, he slipped through their grasp. Dante leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His usual scowl was even deeper, his frustration palpable. "We can’t keep playing his game," he said finally, breaking the silence. "Every move we make, he’s three steps ahead." Aleksandr smirked from his chair, his icy demeanor unshaken. "That’s what makes it fun, no? A worthy opponent. But even he has weaknesses. We just haven’t found them yet." "Fun?" Luca snapped, his voice sharp. "You think this is a game? He’s killing our people, Aleksandr. This isn’t about strat