All Chapters of Rise Of The Heiress : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

3:05 PM – The Aftermath of FireThe dockyard still smoldered. The acrid scent of burning wood and gasoline mixed with the metallic stench of blood. The mission had been a success—but at what cost?Ryan’s hands clenched into fists as he replayed Ronan’s last words in his head."Your move, Carter."The gunshot. The scream.Someone had been taken.Someone close enough that Ronan knew it would break him.Lena was unharmed, standing next to him with a confused frown. So who had they taken?His mind raced.Elara? No, she had been with him the entire time.Dante? Viper? Also accounted for.Then his stomach twisted with dread. One person was missing.Ryan’s head snapped toward Dante. "Where’s Evelyn?"The air turned ice cold.Lena gasped. "No… no, she wasn’t part of this!"Ryan’s jaw clenched. Ronan didn’t care about the rules.Evelyn, his younger sister, had been the only person Ryan had fought to keep out of this war. She had nothing to do with their battles. She didn’t even know the full e

8:00 PM – The Aftermath of WarThe city skyline loomed ahead, its lights flickering in the distance like distant stars. It should have felt like victory. It should have felt like the weight of the world had finally lifted from their shoulders.But as Ryan and the others walked away from the abandoned warehouse where Ronan Wolfe had taken his last breath, the silence among them was deafening.Ronan was dead.Yet, for Ryan, the battle didn’t feel over.His body ached from the fight, his knuckles were raw, and the scent of blood still clung to his skin. But none of that mattered.What mattered was that Evelyn was safe."Well," Dante exhaled, cracking his neck. "That was a hell of a night."Lena shot him a look. "A little too soon for jokes, don’t you think?"Dante shrugged, unfazed. "What? You’d rather sit in complete silence and pretend we’re all emotionally stable?"Elara, ever the quiet observer, shook her head as she wiped the blood from her blade. "He’s not wrong, though. What now?"

4:35 AM – A Silent WarehouseRyan stared at the message on his phone."You think this is over? You have no idea what’s coming."His grip tightened around the device, his mind racing. The attack on the safehouse had been brutal, but this message confirmed one thing—their enemies weren’t done.Evelyn leaned closer, reading the words again. Her face was unreadable, but Ryan could see the tension in her shoulders.“This isn’t just some empty threat,” she muttered.Ryan nodded. “They know where we are.”Viper, who had been listening from the corner of the room, stepped forward. “Then we need to move. Again.”Lena groaned. “For how long? We keep running, we keep hiding—but they always find us.”Ryan clenched his jaw. “We don’t run this time.”That got everyone’s attention.Dante, still half-asleep on an old crate, raised an eyebrow. “Wait. So we’re finally going on the offensive? Took you long enough.”Ryan ignored the sarcasm. “This fight won’t end unless we end it.” His eyes darkened. “We

The city skyline stretched out in front of them, an endless sea of glass and steel. But within the cold, empty warehouse, the atmosphere was thick with something more than just the musty scent of concrete and rust. It was a feeling of impending doom, a strange sort of quiet before a storm, where even the ticking of a clock felt like a drumbeat heralding disaster.Ryan stood by the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The city lights below flickered, almost mocking him. A constant reminder that while life went on outside, inside this room, everything had changed. He could still see the images in his mind—the decrypted files Lena had cracked open, the truth that lay beneath the surface, buried so deep that they'd all failed to notice.Evelyn, ever the steady hand, was sitting across the room on the worn leather couch. She hadn't said much since they'd learned the truth. Ryan could feel her tension in the air, even without seeing it in her face. They all knew the gravity of t

The silence that followed the gunshot was deafening. The waves lapped against the docks, a stark contrast to the violence that had erupted just moments ago. Ryan remained crouched beside the traitor’s lifeless body, his breathing heavy, his fingers still curled around the gun.Lena approached cautiously, her own weapon lowered but still ready. “It’s over,” she said softly.Ryan exhaled, but there was no relief in it. “No,” he murmured, standing up and looking toward the dark horizon where the speedboat had disappeared. “It’s just beginning.”Dante limped toward them, blood seeping from a wound on his arm. “We need to get out of here before reinforcements show up.”Lena nodded. “Agreed. We’ll deal with the cleanup later. Right now, survival is the priority.”Ryan cast one last glance at the body before turning away. There was no time for mourning—not now. He had made his choice. And now, there was no turning back.---Back at the SafehouseThe drive back was tense. No one spoke. The we