All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The trap was set. Now, all they had to do was wait for Logan to take the bait.Odette sat in front of the mirror in Katya’s penthouse, her fingers running through the soft waves of her hair. She barely recognized herself—not because of the way she looked, but because of the woman staring back at her.She wasn’t the same person who had walked into Anton’s world blind.She had seen betrayal, blood, and power plays.And she had survived them all.Now, it was time to do more than survive. It was time to win.The faint click of heels approached behind her. In the reflection, Katya appeared, draping a sleek, fur-lined coat over Odette’s shoulders.“You look like someone ready to break a man,” Katya mused, a smirk tugging at her lips.Odette exhaled, steadying her nerves. “That’s the goal, isn’t it?”Katya’s smirk widened. “Oh, I do love this version of you.”Annika strolled in, tossing a phone onto the vanity table. “It’s done. The leak’s out.”Odette picked up the phone and scanned the scr

CHAPTER 94 Odette’s fingers curled around the paper, her pulse roaring in her ears. This was a trap. Not just for her, but for Anton. If she did this—if she followed through—she wouldn’t just be proving herself. She’d be crossing a line she could never uncross. She forced her face to stay blank. “Why this target?” Viktor smirked. “Because Logan needs to know you’re serious.” Odette swallowed hard. This wasn’t just about playing a role anymore. This was about becoming someone else entirely. She could feel Viktor watching her, waiting for hesitation. Waiting for weakness. She wouldn’t give him any. Odette folded the paper neatly and tucked it into her coat. Then she met Viktor’s gaze, voice calm and unwavering. “Consider it done.” Viktor grinned. “I knew I liked you.” Odette forced a smirk. “You have good taste.” She stood, smoothing down her coat. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.” Viktor chuckled. “We’ll be watching.” Odette didn’t doubt it. She turne

The night air was thick with tension.Odette’s breath curled in the cold as she walked down the quiet Moscow street, her gloved fingers tightening around her coat. Something felt wrong.It wasn’t just paranoia—it was an instinct, a feeling in her gut that something was about to happen.Then her phone vibrated.She pulled it out, frowning at the unknown number.Hesitating for only a second, she answered. “Hello?”A voice came through, rushed, panicked. “You need to get to Anton’s estate. Now.”Odette’s pulse spiked. “Who is this?”No answer.Just two chilling statements before the line went dead.“The Sokolovs are already inside.” “I’ll send you the address”. The world tilted.Odette didn’t hesitate, even though she hasn’t spoken with Anton ever since she left New York. She’s still involved in this deadly game. She ran.By the time she arrived at the location, chaos had already unfolded.Anton’s estate loomed in the distance, its gates forced open, black smoke curling into the sky.

Odette watched as Anton walked toward the door, his posture rigid, movements precise. He wasn’t hesitating. He wasn’t second-guessing.Because he already knew.Her stomach twisted.Anton had always been a step ahead—calculating, methodical, ruthless when necessary. But this wasn’t just about outmaneuvering an enemy.This was about betrayal.And if Anton had known about the traitor before she even got shot, why hadn’t he done anything?Unless…Unless he had allowed it.A chill ran down her spine.She pushed herself up on the bed, wincing as pain seared through her side. Anton glanced over his shoulder at the sound, his silver-gray eyes narrowing.“You shouldn’t be moving.”Odette ignored him. “Who’s at the door?”He didn’t answer.Instead, he unlocked it with a smooth twist of his wrist.The door swung open.And Damien walked in.Damien.Anton’s right hand. His closest ally.If Anton trusted anyone, it was him.Which meant…Odette’s breath caught in her throat.Anton hadn’t known about

The study was dimly lit, the glow from the city casting long shadows over the wooden table. Maps, documents, and hand-drawn diagrams were scattered across its surface—each one a carefully constructed piece of the trap they were about to set.Odette stood at the edge of the table, one hand braced against the wood, the other tracing a potential escape route marked in red ink. The plan was solid—risky, but solid. And she was the key.Anton stood beside her, sharp and focused. “We need to make sure they take the bait. The second they think you’re alone, they’ll move in.”Damien leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. “We need them to feel in control, right up until the moment we turn the tables.”Odette’s fingers twitched against the table’s surface. “Then let’s give them exactly what they want.”Anton’s silver-gray eyes flickered toward her, assessing. “You’re still recovering.”“I’m fine,” she said automatically.The lie rolled off her tongue so smoothly, she almost believed it herse