All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A Line CrossedClaire barely had time to savor the small victory before the next storm arrived.The morning after the gala, the world woke up to chaos.News stations exploded with reports about Titan Holdings’ collapse. Headlines screamed about financial fraud, illegal deals, and Sinclair’s crumbling empire. Investors were abandoning him like rats fleeing a sinking ship.Adrian’s plan had worked.But Sinclair wasn’t the type to go down without dragging everyone else down with him.And his next move proved just how dangerous he really was.The Breaking PointClaire had just stepped into Adrian’s office when Daniel stormed in, his face pale. He tossed a folder onto the desk.“You need to see this. Now.”Adrian opened it, his expression unreadable. But the moment Claire leaned over to read the document, her breath caught in her throat.It was a legal complaint.Filed against her.For embezzlement.“What the hell is this?” Claire’s voice was tight.Daniel exhaled. “Sinclair’s last move. H

Breaking the RulesClaire had crossed lines before.She had lied, manipulated, and played dirty when she had to. But this?This was different.This wasn’t just about revenge anymore.This was about survival.And she was about to step into a world where one wrong move could destroy everything.The PlanThe room was silent as Daniel set the laptop on the table.Claire stood beside Adrian, watching as the screen flickered to life. A black window filled with lines of code appeared.“This is the entry point,” Daniel explained. “Once we access Titan Holdings’ internal network, we’ll have a small window to extract the data.”Claire’s pulse pounded. “And what happens if we get caught?”Daniel hesitated. “Then we’re looking at federal charges.”Claire swallowed hard.Adrian, however, was unfazed.He turned to Daniel. “Can you do it?”Daniel exhaled. “I can get in. But the files we need? They’re encrypted.” His eyes flicked to Claire. “Which means someone has to go inside Titan Holdings to retr

The Final HuntThe moment the words left Ava’s lips, Claire felt the air shift.He’s planning to kill Claire.The weight of the statement settled over her like a suffocating fog, thick with danger and inevitability. She wasn’t naïve—she knew Sinclair wouldn’t go down without a fight.But hearing it out loud?That made it real.That made it personal.She should have felt fear. Maybe even panic. But instead, a cold rage settled in her chest.Across the table, Adrian hadn’t moved. His fingers rested against the polished wood, unmoving, but his entire body was coiled with fury. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes—those ruthless, unforgiving blue eyes—were locked onto Ava with deadly intent.Ava, for all her past cruelty, shifted slightly in discomfort under Adrian’s stare. She exhaled, swirling the wine in her glass before speaking again.“He’s desperate,” she said, voice softer now. “He’s losing control, but that only makes him more dangerous.”Adrian’s voice was low, but lethal. “Where i

A War on the HorizonClaire woke up to the smell of coffee and the faint sound of rain pattering against the glass windows.For a moment, she forgot everything.For a moment, she let herself believe that she was waking up in a world where Sinclair wasn’t dead, where Adrian wasn’t planning another war, and where she didn’t feel like she was standing on the edge of something dangerous.Then reality came crashing back.She pushed the covers back and sat up, rubbing her face before glancing around the bedroom. The space beside her was empty.Of course, it was.Adrian had barely slept in the last few nights.She sighed, slipping out of bed and padding toward the door. The penthouse was eerily quiet—except for the low hum of voices coming from Adrian’s office.Claire’s stomach twisted.She knew what this was about.Adrian wasn’t wasting any time.He was already planning his next move.The war isn’t over.Steeling herself, she made her way toward the office. The door was slightly ajar, just

The Point of No ReturnThe smell of smoke clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Even though the fire had been put out, the warehouse stood in ruins—a reminder that the war had officially begun.Claire stood beside Adrian, watching the last embers smoldering beneath the wreckage. The cold night air should have made her shiver, but the tension coiling in her chest burned hotter than the flames that had destroyed this place.Adrian hadn’t moved since they arrived.He stood there, perfectly still, his expression unreadable.But Claire knew better.She knew the storm raging beneath the surface.She could see it in the way his fingers flexed at his sides, in the way his jaw remained clenched so tightly it looked painful.Daniel was already on the phone, speaking in hushed but urgent tones to their security team. The men surrounding them were tense, their hands hovering near their weapons as if expecting another attack.But Adrian?He wasn’t afraid.He was calculating.Planning.And that