All Chapters of Falling For My Surrogate Mistress : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

A City in Shock The aftermath of Elias Blackwell’s downfall rippled through the city like a storm. News outlets ran continuous coverage of his crimes, his illegal dealings, and the shocking final confrontation at Atlas Group’s headquarters. The world had watched as one of the most powerful men in the industry fell overnight. His company collapsed, his allies abandoned him, and law enforcement wasted no time dismantling every last remnant of his empire. But for Fiona, Darwin, and their team, the war wasn’t over yet. Unfinished Business Fiona sat at the hospital bedside of Marcus, who had taken a bullet during the final battle. He had been lucky—the wound wasn’t fatal, but it had come dangerously close. Thalassa sat beside her, arms crossed, her usual confidence replaced with quiet exhaustion. “He’s going to be okay,” Fiona assured her, though her own voice sounded uncertain. Thalassa sighed. “I know. But this shouldn’t have happened. We should have seen Blackwell’s final move

The Price of Victory Fiona kept her grip firm on Harrison Vaughn’s collar, her heart still hammering from the chaos that had erupted around them. The gunfire had faded, replaced by the groans of fallen guards and the distant wail of sirens—Marcus had called for backup. Darwin approached, his gun still raised, his face carved from stone. “It’s over, Vaughn.” Vaughn chuckled, unfazed. “You think a few files and some dead men make a difference? You don’t understand the world you’re trying to fight.” Fiona’s fingers curled tighter into his suit. “Then explain it to us.” Vaughn exhaled sharply, his confidence unwavering. “Power doesn’t die, Ms. Woods. It shifts. I may fall, but another will rise. You and Solomon? You’ve merely disrupted the ecosystem. The real players—” He smirked. “They’ll come for you.” A cold chill ran through Fiona’s spine, but she refused to let him shake her. “Then we’ll take them down too.” Vaughn’s lips curled in amusement. “We’ll see.” A loud explosion sh

A Race Against Time The engines hummed beneath them as their private jet cut through the night sky. The dim cabin lights cast long shadows, amplifying the tension that clung to the air like static electricity. Fiona sat by the window, staring at the city lights shrinking beneath them. She had barely processed everything that had happened in the past few hours. Harrison Vaughn was behind bars, yet the war was far from over. Isabelle Vaughn wasn’t just a loose end—she was a snake poised to strike. Darwin sat beside her, his fingers lightly tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm. His mind was elsewhere, running through countless scenarios. Marcus and Thalassa sat across from them, both locked onto their laptops, scouring data. “We need to assume she’s already one step ahead,” Marcus muttered without looking up from his screen. “She’s not running scared. She’s making calculated moves.” Fiona tore her gaze away from the window. “Then we have to think like her. What’s in Dubai th

The sound of the waves crashing against the dock filled the silence as the police car carrying Isabelle disappeared into the night. Fiona’s heart was still pounding from the confrontation, but she exhaled deeply, forcing herself to steady her breath. Darwin’s arm remained wrapped around her waist, his grip firm yet reassuring. He wasn’t just holding her—he was anchoring her. Marcus’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "Well, that was dramatic." Thalassa chuckled. "And satisfying. Isabelle’s reign is officially over." Fiona ran a hand through her hair. "It’s not over yet." Darwin glanced at her, brow furrowing. "What do you mean?" She turned toward him, her eyes dark with realization. "Isabelle was desperate, but she wasn’t reckless. She had an escape plan, and she was still confident even when she was caught. That means there’s something we don’t know." Darwin’s jaw tightened. "A backup plan." Marcus cursed. "Damn it. We need to figure out what it is." Thalassa’s voice was

The air inside the safe house felt suffocating. Fiona sat at the table, her fingers drumming against the wooden surface as Marcus and Thalassa worked through endless data streams. The glow of multiple screens cast eerie shadows across their faces, but the silence was deafening. Darwin stood near the window, arms crossed, his face unreadable. Every so often, his gaze flickered toward Fiona, but she remained focused. They all knew what was at stake now. The Black Lotus wasn’t just an organization—it was a movement, a shadow network of powerful figures who had thrived on corruption and chaos for decades. Isabelle Vaughn had been nothing more than a pawn, and her failure had put a target on all their backs. Marcus cursed under his breath. "They’re scrubbing everything." Fiona frowned. "What do you mean?" He turned his laptop toward her. "Every trace of Lucian, every connection Isabelle had to The Black Lotus—it’s disappearing. Entire financial transactions are being wiped out. It’s