All Chapters of THE MAN THEY TRIED TO ERASE: Chapter 151
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The storm had not yet broken, but the sky churned violently overhead as Finn and Nadia returned to the safehouse with Elise Wyatt’s revelation burning through their veins. They carried no answers—only the weight of a name Elise whispered with trembling fear, a protector long thought dead, a shadow tied to Ruth’s deepest secrets.Finn’s mind raced, replaying every word, every tremor in Elise’s voice. Someone out there held the key to his bloodline. Someone who possessed the child Elias had hunted for decades. Someone who had remained hidden through skill, power, or desperation.But all of that vanished the instant they stepped through the bunker’s reinforced door.Because Daniella Weston was already inside.She stood near the far wall, drenched from the icy drizzle outside, mascara streaking down her cheeks, clothing torn, hair disheveled, eyes wide with feral panic. Henry had his weapon trained on her, breath shallow from his injuries, while Rowan sat rigid at the console, pale with s
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Night wrapped itself around the safehouse like a tightening noose, cold and heavy, the kind of darkness that whispered of danger long before footsteps could be heard. Finn, Nadia, Rowan, and Daniella hadn’t slept for hours—not since Daniella revealed the truth that shattered the bunker’s fragile calm.The name she spoke still pulsed through the room like a poisoned heartbeat, though she hadn’t yet repeated it, though she trembled every time Finn’s gaze fell on her.The idea that someone from the Callahan family had taken Ruth’s child and vanished—an ally or traitor hiding in plain sight—had thrown Finn into a storm of disbelief, fury, and dread. But before he could press her again, before they could turn the truth inside out, Rowan’s perimeter alarms shrieked.And everything went to hell.Rowan spun in his chair. “Multiple signatures approaching from the east side! Heavy footsteps, tactical spaci
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Finn walked away from the abandoned greenhouse with a storm boiling beneath his skin, the night wind slicing across his face like a reminder that nothing in his life had ever been accidental, natural, or free. Every step felt heavier than the last, as though the world suddenly carried invisible strings pulling at his limbs with the kind of authority only destiny could claim. He inhaled sharply, trying to steady the shaking inside his chest, because Shawn’s words refused to settle, turning over and over like jagged debris caught in a relentless tide.Henry’s car waited near the edge of the overgrown driveway with Nadia pacing beside it, her posture tight with tension and her eyes burning with worry. The moment she saw Finn emerging alone, she rushed forward and grabbed his arm with a grip that betrayed how long she had been holding her breath in fear. “What happened?” she demanded with a voice strained by dread. “You were gone too long, Finn, and there was no signal inside that horrible
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Finn stood at the center of the dim hall, illuminated only by shimmering blue torches that cast shifting shadows along ancient walls carved with long-forgotten Caelis histories, each line whispering warnings he no longer had the patience to ignore.The cold air wrapped around him like a tightening grip, yet the deeper chill came from the realization that someone he trusted had stepped out of alignment, leaving a fracture in the strategy he had spent weeks constructing with meticulous precision and absolute discipline.He exhaled slowly while studying the stone table that displayed his updated tactical scrawl, maps marked with escape routes, hidden corridors, supply fractures, and energy traces, all of which now looked dangerously unstable due to one unexpected variable he had not anticipated.Soft footsteps echoed from the far side of the chamber, but Finn did not immediately turn because he knew exactly who approached, someone whose presence carried a quiet steadiness capable of slipp
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Finn moved through the corridor with fast, controlled strides, every step echoing like a warning he no longer wished to ignore, because the air itself felt swollen with betrayal, fear, and truths that refused to stay buried beneath polite silence.His shadow stretched across the cold stone floor, jagged and restless, mirroring the turmoil inside him as he headed toward the upper courtyard where members of the shadow unit were preparing for deployment, their armor glinting faintly under the silver edges of the moon.For a moment, Finn paused beneath the archway, gripping the stone column with a force he rarely used, because his hands trembled despite the discipline etched into every part of his training and upbringing.He hated that tremor—hated what it revealed about how deeply this betrayal cut into him, not as a commander, not as a Caelis heir, but as a man who had believed in someone with an almost dangerous degree of loyalty.The night wind swept in with a cold bite, carrying the s
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Finn stood near the center of the safehouse operations room, the dim lights flickering above him like dying stars struggling to stay alive, mirroring Rowan’s absolute frustration as he hammered the keyboard with a mixture of skill and desperation that bordered on emotional collapse.Multiple monitors surrounded Rowan, their screens filled with error messages, corrupted pathways, and system locks that shimmered with LUXON’s signature silver-black encryption, a style so viciously advanced it almost felt sentient.Finn paced behind him with long, sharp strides, every step vibrating with restless fury because the longer Rowan failed to break through that final barrier, the more time LUXON gained to fortify its strongest facility where his son was imprisoned.Nadia leaned against the far table with her arms crossed tightly, watching Rowan with narrowed eyes, trying not to show how anxiety kept clawing at her chest every time the screens flickered red with a fresh layer of LUXON obstruction
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The night pressed heavily against the reinforced windows of the safehouse as Finn tightened the straps of his tactical harness, preparing himself for the most reckless and necessary operation he had ever committed to in his turbulent, haunted life.Rowan stood behind him, surrounded by three portable control units connected with glowing threads of crimson-blue light, each thread pulsing with unstable rhythm as if the machines struggled to contain the monstrous data they had stolen, borrowed, or corrupted from LUXON’s network.Nadia paced in front of the group with sharp, restless footsteps, her eyes burning with both fear and determination as she checked blade sheaths, aura dampeners, and communication relays one last time with the intensity of someone who had memorized every failure that ever cost a life.Henry leaned against the steel counter, still pale from his injuries but refusing to sit, because he understood that Finn needed presence, not caution, from the people who mattered
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The moment Finn dropped into the inner junction of the facility, the air shifted sharply, carrying a metallic chill that clung to his skin like a warning deliberately engineered to unsettle anyone who dared infiltrate this hellish underground labyrinth.Nadia landed behind him with controlled precision, her boots hitting the steel grate softly, though her eyes immediately darted across the corridor with a predator’s instinct sharpened by too many near-death experiences.Henry followed a heartbeat later, wincing from the impact but steadying himself quickly, gripping the reinforced railing as he scanned the dim tunnel that curved into shadowed uncertainty ahead of them.Rowan’s voice crackled in their earpieces with raw urgency, his fingertips probably bleeding already from typing too violently on the console back at the safehouse. “Finn, be careful. The inner region is reacting to your presence. It knows you’re inside.”Finn knew that without Rowan telling him.He felt it—in the puls
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The moment Finn stepped out of the psychological chamber, the air changed violently around him, as if the facility itself inhaled sharply and awakened in full predatory consciousness, responding to his presence with hostility that pulsed through every metal plate and every darkened corridor.Nadia felt the shift too, her hand immediately tightening around her blade’s hilt, eyes sharpening with instinctive recognition that the entire underground complex had transitioned from passive surveillance to active containment mode, preparing to crush intruders with brutal efficiency.Henry limped forward, ignoring the pain radiating along his ribs, because he sensed Finn slipping from shock into deadly clarity, the kind of focused rage that made him capable of breaking every wall LUXON placed between him and the truth hidden beneath this cursed facility.Rowan’s voice exploded through their comm pieces, laced with panic and static. “Finn! Something is happening. The system is rerouting all psyc
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The descent into the final underground tier felt unbearably suffocating, as if every rung of the ladder dragged Finn deeper into a throat carved from darkness, metal, and despair, with each meter amplifying the pulse of his child’s aura resonating faintly through the walls.Henry gritted his teeth as he climbed down behind Finn, breathing heavily but forcing himself to continue despite the agony stabbing through his abdomen with every movement, determined not to become a burden while Finn marched toward the truth he had been denied for years.Nadia moved with silent intensity, her blade already drawn, every muscle in her body primed with lethal precision, because she knew they were entering the most dangerous chamber LUXON had ever crafted—a place where no mistake would be forgiven and no mercy would be offered.Rowan whispered urgently through the comms, static crackling like angry sparks. “Finn, readings are chaotic down there. Multiple life signatures are flickering. Something is i