Semua Bab Love and deceit : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The hum of the helicopter’s rotors filled the cabin, a steady rhythm that matched the tension thick in the air. Damien sat near the open door, watching the distant glow of the city lights as the chopper cut through the night sky. The factory was behind them now, a ruin of scorched metal and shattered secrets. But the war wasn’t over—not yet.Aurora sat across from him, her expression unreadable as she checked Ryker over. The younger man clutched the flash drive as though it were a lifeline, his knuckles white from the grip. His breathing was uneven, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on him.Bryce, Damien’s trusted second-in-command, gave a nod from the cockpit. “We’re ten minutes out from the safe house.”Damien exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Fontaine won’t stay quiet for long. We need to move fast.”Aurora leaned back against the cabin wall, arms crossed. “She’ll know we have the drive. That means she’ll try to get ahead of us, maybe even discredit the information before

Damien and Aurora moved swiftly through the narrow alleys, their breath heavy but controlled. The night pressed in around them, the neon glow of distant signs flickering like dying embers in the dark. The sound of sirens echoed far off, but they weren’t taking any chances.“We need a vehicle,” Aurora muttered, eyes scanning the dimly lit streets. “Something inconspicuous.”Damien nodded. They couldn't risk hailing a cab, and stealing a car outright would draw attention. His gaze landed on an old sedan parked outside a rundown apartment complex. The dust on its windshield suggested it hadn’t been moved in a while. Perfect.He pulled a small tool from his pocket and got to work on the lock. Within seconds, the door clicked open. Aurora kept watch, her fingers near her holster, while Damien quickly hotwired the ignition. The engine sputtered before roaring to life.“Let’s go,” he said, shifting into gear.They pulled away just as a pair of black SUVs sped past on the adjacent street, the

🌹 Damien 🌹 The helicopter cut through the night sky, its blades slicing the air with rhythmic precision. Damien sat across from Aurora, pressing a hand against his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him. The wound burned, but he forced himself to focus. The drive in his other hand was more important than his pain.Bryce worked furiously on his laptop, his fingers a blur as he decrypted the files. His brow furrowed, then relaxed as lines of data filled the screen. "This is it," he muttered. "Fontaine's entire network, offshore accounts, blackmail material—everything. We can bring her down."Aurora leaned in, scanning the screen. "She’s got contacts everywhere. Politicians, military leaders, even intelligence agencies. If we drop this, the whole system burns."Damien nodded. "That’s the plan."Ryker's voice crackled through their earpieces. "We’re five minutes out. LZ is hot—expect company."Damien tightened his grip on his weapon. "Understood. Get us on the ground."As the city ca

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine gripped the armrest of her chair, nails digging into the leather as she stared at the wall of monitors before her. The dim glow of the screens cast sharp shadows across the high-rise office, but nothing could compare to the darkness seething within her.She had lost.The bitter taste of it curdled in her throat. Damien had won. The data—years of careful manipulation, every string she had pulled, every powerful figure she had bent to her will—was out. Exposed. The foundation of her empire, her control, was crumbling before her very eyes.Her lips curled in disgust as she watched the playback from the observatory, the grainy footage captured by her remaining operatives on the ground. The moment the helicopter spiraled out of control, the moment her empire slipped through her fingers."Ma’am," a voice hesitated from behind her. The weight of failure laced the words. "The reports are coming in. The leak is spreading. Several media outlets have already pic

🌹 Brian 🌹Brian Sterling sat in his expansive study, the weight of the world pressing against his broad shoulders. The room, a sanctuary of mahogany bookshelves and dim lighting, smelled of aged paper and the faint remnants of a once-warm cigar. The news blared from the massive television screen mounted on the far wall—Victoria Fontaine had struck back.He exhaled sharply, muting the broadcast with a flick of his remote. His son was in danger, and the world around them was collapsing into chaos. Brian had spent his life ensuring that Damien had every possible advantage, but now, he wondered if it had been enough.“Sir,” a voice called from the doorway. It was Edgar Wilkes, his most trusted advisor and longtime friend. The man stepped forward, his crisp suit barely wrinkling as he held out a tablet. “The latest reports. Victoria is tightening her grip. She’s mobilized assets, taken control of key financial levers, and made it clear that she won’t go down without a fight.”Brian took