Semua Bab Rise Of The Heiress : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The world felt strangely silent.Ryan stood at the edge of the ruined shipping port, the scent of smoke and gunpowder lingering in the air. The waves crashed against the docks, a rhythmic contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just hours ago.Volkov was dead. His empire shattered.And yet, the weight on Ryan’s shoulders refused to lift.Lena stepped beside him, arms crossed. She had patched up the wound on his shoulder, but he could tell she was still watching him with concern.“You’re quiet,” she said.Ryan exhaled, his grip tightening on the railing. “Just thinking.”Dante walked up behind them, rubbing his neck. “We should be celebrating. We pulled off the impossible.”Lena shot him a tired look. “We barely made it out alive.”Dante smirked. “That’s kind of our thing, isn’t it?”Ryan shook his head. “There’s still one loose end.”Lena’s expression darkened. “The leak.”Someone had sold them out before the attack on Volkov’s hideout. Someone had warned him they were coming.And Rya

The weight of the revelation settled like a storm cloud over the safe house. Nikolai Volkov. A name no one had heard before, yet it now loomed over them like a death sentence.Ryan stared at the name on the screen, his mind already racing ahead. If Nikolai had been waiting in the shadows all this time, what was he waiting for?Lena paced the room, her expression tight. “We need to move. Staying here is a mistake.”Dante sighed. “I second that. We’re sitting ducks.”Ryan didn’t respond immediately. He was still processing Sophia’s warning. She wouldn’t have come unless the threat was real.Lena stopped pacing and turned to him. “Ryan, we have to do something.”He finally looked up. “I know.”Dante leaned forward. “Then what’s the plan, boss?”Ryan’s jaw clenched. “We make the first move.”---A Meeting with the DevilTracking down Nikolai Volkov wasn’t going to be easy. Unlike his late brother, he wasn’t a man who enjoyed the spotlight. He was a ghost, a name whispered in the underworl

The air in the warehouse turned suffocating. The sight of Sophia—bound, helpless, and at the mercy of Nikolai Volkov—sent a dangerous fire surging through Ryan’s veins.Lena swore under her breath, stepping closer to the laptop. “That bastard…”Dante clenched his jaw. “This was his play all along.”Ryan didn’t respond. His entire focus was on the smirking man on the screen.“Let her go, Nikolai,” Ryan’s voice was calm—too calm. A sign of the storm brewing beneath.Nikolai chuckled. “Oh, Ryan. You know it’s not that simple.” He adjusted his cuffs, as if they were discussing business. “You came for me. But I’ve had my eyes on you for much longer.”Ryan’s fists clenched. “What do you want?”“An exchange,” Nikolai said smoothly. “Your life… for hers.”Silence.Dante swore. “This guy is insane.”Lena folded her arms. “And what? You expect Ryan to just walk in there and hand himself over?”Nikolai smirked. “Yes.”Ryan’s expression remained unreadable. But inside, gears were turning. He wasn

The night had fallen with a heavy silence, but it wasn’t the kind of quiet that calms the mind—it was the kind that gnawed at the edges of reality, reminding Ryan that everything was still unraveling. Every corner, every shadow could be hiding something worse than what he had already faced.They had just left the warehouse, Viktor Petrov’s body now nothing more than a dark memory behind them. Still, Ryan’s heart raced with the knowledge that something bigger was brewing. He could feel it in his bones.Sophia, sitting in the passenger seat, was unusually quiet. He had expected her to ask more questions, but the calmness in her voice when she spoke broke the tension between them.“Do you think he was lying?” she asked, her voice soft yet steady.Ryan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, ensuring they weren’t being followed. “No, I think Petrov knew exactly what he was saying. There are bigger players, and they won’t just vanish because we killed a few of their own.”She turned her hea

The battlefield was silent.Ryan exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he surveyed the wreckage. The bodies of Black Sun operatives lay scattered across the tarmac, their reign of terror finally over. The jet they had planned to use for their escape was now a smoldering heap of metal, rendered useless by Lena’s sabotage.Sophia stepped up beside him, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She was covered in dust and sweat, her breathing still ragged, but her eyes held the same fierce determination he had always admired.“It’s over,” she whispered.Ryan nodded. “Yeah. It is.”But deep inside, he knew that nothing truly ended.There would always be another enemy lurking in the shadows, another mission calling his name. Yet, for the first time in years, he felt a sense of completion. A war had been fought—and won.Dante approached, wiping blood from his knife before sliding it back into its sheath. “I counted twelve bodies. I think that’s a record for me.”Sophia shot him a