All Chapters of Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The silence in the safe house was thick with tension. Fiona sat at the edge of the couch, her hands wrapped around a cup of untouched coffee. The steam curled into the air, but she barely noticed. Her mind was racing. William was still in the city. That meant they still had a chance to stop him—but it also meant they were walking into his trap. Darwin paced the room, his jaw clenched. “We need to rethink our approach.” His voice was sharp and controlled, but the frustration was evident in his posture. Marcus, seated at the desk, tapped away at his laptop. “We lost track of his jet, but I found something else. He booked a private security team two nights ago. Highly trained. They specialize in extractions.” He turned to Fiona and Darwin. “He’s planning an escape, but not just for himself. He’s securing an exit strategy for someone else, too.” Fiona’s stomach twisted. “Bella.” Thalassa, standing near the window, let out a scoff. “Of course. She’s the only loose end he can’t afford

The boardroom was silent long after Lawrence Payne was led away in handcuffs. Fiona exhaled, her hands gripping the edge of the table. The weight of what just happened settled over her like a suffocating blanket. They had taken down William, uncovered the mole, and secured critical evidence—but Lawrence’s final words lingered in her mind. "You have no idea what storm you’ve just unleashed." Darwin turned to Marcus. “Get me a full report on every senior official with ties to William. I want to know who else might be compromised.” Marcus nodded and walked out, his phone already pressed to his ear. Thalassa let out a sharp breath. “I don’t like this. If William wasn’t the real mastermind, then who is?” Darwin’s expression darkened. “That’s what we need to find out.” Fiona’s gaze flickered to Bella, who sat stiffly in the chair, still recovering from everything that had happened. Her expression was unreadable, but Fiona knew one thing—Bella had been William’s pawn, but she wasn’t t

The weight of Bella’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud. "The real leader of the Echelon… they call him The Architect." Fiona exchanged a glance with Darwin. If this was true, then they weren’t just fighting William anymore. They were up against someone far more dangerous. Someone who had orchestrated every move from the beginning. Darwin’s jaw tightened. “How long have you known this?” Bella hesitated. “A while.” Thalassa scoffed. “And you conveniently decided to share now?” Bella exhaled. “You don’t get it. No one knows who The Architect is. William was always the face of the operation, but someone else has been pulling the strings. Even William never met him in person.” Fiona frowned. “Then how do you know he exists?” Bella’s gaze dropped. “Because I saw the messages.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a flash drive. “I made copies.” Darwin’s eyes darkened. “You copied classified Echelon messages?” Bella nodded. “I needed leverage in case things went south.

The moment the plane touched down in London, Fiona knew they weren’t safe. Not yet. The heist had been successful—too successful. They had everything they needed to take down Alexander Greaves, but they had also just declared war on a man who never lost. Fiona tightened her grip on the armrest as the jet taxied to a halt. “Stay alert,” Darwin muttered beside her, his gaze flicking toward the window. “Greaves isn’t the kind of man to let this slide.” Marcus unbuckled his seatbelt, already typing furiously on his laptop. “I’ve been monitoring his movements. He’s gone dark.” Thalassa raised an eyebrow. “That’s not good.” Bella let out a bitter laugh. “No, that’s terrifying. It means he’s planning something.” A heavy silence settled over them. Then, Darwin stood. “We move fast. We need to analyze the files and expose him before he gets the chance to wipe us off the map.” Fiona nodded, forcing down the unease twisting in her gut. They had started this fight. Now, they had to f

The explosion had sent shockwaves through the city. The media was already reporting Alexander Greaves' apparent death, but Fiona didn’t believe it for a second. Not until she had proof. She stood on the rooftop, staring at the smoldering wreckage of the helicopter, her mind racing. If there was one thing she knew about men like Greaves, it was that they always had a backup plan. Darwin stepped beside her, his jaw tight. “We should go before the authorities get here.” Marcus had already hacked the security feeds to wipe out any trace of their presence. Bella and Thalassa were watching their backs. But Fiona couldn’t move. Something about this felt wrong. Too easy. It's too staged. Greaves had orchestrated some of the most elaborate schemes in modern history. Would he go out in a fiery explosion with no failsafe? No. He was still alive. Somewhere. And she was going to find him. --- The Escape The team moved fast. They exited the estate through a hidden tunnel Marcus ha