Semua Bab Rise Of The Heiress : Bab 121 - Bab 130

4:30 AM – Gathering IntelThe city sprawled before them, glittering with the false promise of safety. Ryan tapped his fingers against the railing of the rooftop, his mind working through the next steps.Ivana had given them a roadmap to Kingmaker’s empire—and now it was time to dismantle it, piece by piece.Elara adjusted her earpiece. “We’re going after the weapons enforcer first. Name?”Ivana leaned against the railing, her silver hair glinting under the city lights. “Dante Lorenz.”Viper let out a low whistle. “The Dante Lorenz? That psycho runs an underground arms network like a damn warlord.”Ryan’s lips curled. “Good. That means when he falls, Kingmaker will feel it.”Ivana’s expression was unreadable. “Getting to him won’t be easy. His compound is a fortress.”Ryan turned to Viper. “You know the black market better than anyone. Where does Dante move his shipments?”Viper smirked. “Lucky for you, I do. He’s got a shipment coming in tonight. If we intercept it, we send a message.

10:30 AM – Assembling the PlanThe safe house was gone. Their network was compromised. And now, Ryan and his team stood on the brink of war.Inside an abandoned underground bunker, they gathered around a flickering blueprint of the Black Tower, the fortress where Kingmaker operated.Ryan’s eyes scanned the layout, every escape route, every security detail. There was no room for error.Elara crossed her arms. “Storming Kingmaker’s headquarters is suicide.”Ivana smirked. “Unless we make it look like a suicide mission.”Viper leaned forward. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”Ryan nodded. “We turn his fortress into a trap.”---11:00 AM – The Black Tower’s WeaknessIvana hacked into the city’s power grid, pulling up blueprints of the Black Tower’s security systems.“Kingmaker is paranoid. The tower runs on a private grid, unhackable from the outside.”Viper raised an eyebrow. “So we hack it from the inside?”Ivana’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “Exactly. There’s a substation beneath

3:52 PM – On the RunThe black SUV swerved hard onto the highway, weaving between traffic at breakneck speed.Gunfire cracked behind them, the remaining guards desperately trying to take them out before they could vanish into the city.Zane gritted his teeth, jerking the wheel as bullets shattered the rear windshield.“Would be nice if you guys handled that!” he barked.Viper popped out of the sunroof, rifle in hand. “On it.”One shot. A guard’s tire blew out, sending their vehicle spinning into another.Two shots. Another car crashed against the median.Three shots. The last tailing vehicle swerved and slammed into a streetlight.Ivana, panting in the backseat, pressed a hand against her chest. “Can we please not die today?”Elara reloaded her gun. “No promises.”Ryan, still gripping Kingmaker’s bloodied form, glared at their captive.“You sent your men to die for you,” he said coldly. “How does it feel to be powerless?”Kingmaker smirked, even as blood dripped from his lip. “You sti

5:00 PM – A Silence That EchoesThe scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air.Kingmaker's lifeless body slumped against the chair, his blood pooling beneath him. The crimson stain spread slowly, like ink soaking into paper.No one spoke.Dante whistled low, breaking the silence. “Damn. That’s one way to end a legacy.”Elara exhaled, tucking her knife back into its sheath. “It had to be done.”Viper nudged Kingmaker’s shoulder with his boot. “He went out with a smirk. Freaking psycho.”Ryan didn’t say a word. He only stared at the body.This was it. The man who had ruled the underworld with an iron grip, the man who had orchestrated countless deaths, was now just another corpse in a forgotten warehouse.For the first time in years, Ryan felt something close to relief.But he knew better.The storm wasn’t over.It was only just beginning.---5:10 PM – Tying Loose EndsDante stretched, cracking his knuckles. “So, what now? We celebrate?”Elara shot him a look. “Are you serious?”Dan

10:00 AM – A Fragile PeaceThe air in the hideout was suffocating with unspoken tension. Ryan sat at the head of the table, eyes locked on the map before him. His fingers tapped against the wooden surface in a steady rhythm, but his mind was anything but calm.Lena sat across from him, pressing an ice pack to her bruised cheek. Her face was a mixture of anger and frustration. She had always hated feeling weak, but last night’s close call had shaken even her."You should’ve left me," she muttered, breaking the silence.Dante, who had been flipping a knife between his fingers, scoffed. "And let Black Fox carve you up? Not a chance."Lena shot him a glare. "I had it handled."Elara, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, let out a harsh laugh. "Handled? You were five seconds away from becoming a corpse."Lena scowled but said nothing.Ryan exhaled through his nose. "Enough." His voice was low but firm, cutting through the tension.Lena turned away, jaw clenched.Ryan understood