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SON-IN-LAW, INVINCIBLE SYSTEM: Chapter 111
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CHAPTER 111
The RescueThe first shot shattered the night.Emily felt Leon’s body move before the sound fully registered—his arm hooking around her waist, yanking her back as the bullet tore through the space where her head had been a second earlier. Concrete exploded. Dust and sparks filled the air.“Down,” Leon ordered.He didn’t shout.That was what terrified her most.He spun, turning his body into a shield without hesitation, pushing her behind a half-collapsed pillar as gunfire erupted from all directions. The criminal base—once quiet, smug in its isolation—came alive with chaos. Shouts in multiple languages. Boots pounding metal stairs. Automatic weapons barking into the dark.Leon drew his gun in one smooth motion, already firing before Emily fully hit the ground.Three shots.Three bodies fell.Not dramatic. Not frantic.Precise.“Stay behind me,” he said again, crouching low. “No matter what you hear.”Emily pressed her hands to the cold floor, heart slamming violently against her ribs
CHAPTER 112
AftermathThe silence between them was a chasm that neither dared cross.Emily sat on the edge of the couch in their penthouse, her hands trembling slightly as she stared blankly at the muted television. The flickering images were meaningless—noise to fill a space that had become colder than the autumn night outside.Leon leaned against the window, his broad frame silhouetted by the city lights. The weight of everything hung on his shoulders, but he made no move to approach her. No apology, no explanation.She wanted to scream. To demand answers. To unravel the tangled web of lies and half-truths she had stumbled into. But all that emerged were whispers of doubt and fear.After the chaos of the rescue, the fire, the whispered threats, the hidden enemies—she felt like a ghost in her own life.Leon finally turned from the window, his eyes tired but unreadable.“Emily.”She looked up sharply.He approached slowly, carefully, as if measuring the distance between them—not just the physica
CHAPTER 113
Brandon ExposedBrandon Collins had always believed power was loud.It came with flashing cameras, boardroom applause, champagne toasts, and headlines that carried his name like a crown. Power was something you showed the world—something that made people bow, smile, and pretend to respect you.But tonight, power was silent.And it was hunting him.Brandon stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, the city glowing beneath him like a living organism. Neon lights pulsed along the streets. Cars streamed like veins of fire through the darkness. From up here, the world looked obedient. Controlled.That illusion was cracking.His phone buzzed on the desk behind him.Once.Then again.He didn’t turn around.“Not now,” he muttered, loosening his tie with shaking fingers. Another vibration. Longer this time. Brandon finally spun around, irritation flashing across his face. “What?” he snapped—then froze.The screen wasn’t showing a call.It was showing a message notification
CHAPTER 114
Pride vs. GratitudeEmily hadn’t slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flames.Blood.Leon’s face in the dark—cold, focused, terrifyingly calm. The mansion was quiet, but her mind wasn’t. She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers clenched in the fabric of her robe, staring at the faint scar on her wrist from where the kidnappers had grabbed her. Her body was safe. Her heart was not.The door creaked open.Leon stepped in.His presence filled the room instantly—solid, controlled, unreadable. No trace of the man who had walked through fire and bullets to save her. No trace of the violence she had witnessed.Just her husband.“Are you in pain?” he asked.His voice was low. Careful.Emily shook her head.Silence stretched between them.She wanted to say thank you.She wanted to say you saved me.She wanted to say I’m alive because of you. But pride coiled tightly around her chest. Instead, she asked, “Did they catch everyone?”Leon’s eyes darkened. “Enough.”Not all.Not yes.Enoug
CHAPTER 115
Foreign PressureThe call came in encrypted.Leon didn’t answer immediately.He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse, watching the city breathe below him. Sirens in the distance. Shadows moving through alleys. A world that only pretended to be orderly.Behind him, Emily slept.Her breathing was soft, fragile—too fragile for the storm closing in. Shadowline pulsed silently on the glass wall, projecting threat indicators across the skyline.EXPOSURE RISK: 68%FOREIGN INTEREST: ACTIVETARGET: EMILY COLLINSLeon’s jaw tightened.He accepted the call.Six screens ignited at once, each revealing a powerful face—men who didn’t appear in magazines, didn’t give interviews, didn’t leave fingerprints on history.Tycoons.Kings without crowns.The real architects of empires. One of them leaned forward, silver hair catching the light. “You’re becoming careless, Leon.”Another voice followed, colder. “Your wife is a liability.”Leon didn’t react.“You’ve disrupted too many markets
CHAPTER 116
Brandon’s Collapse Brandon’s penthouse had become a graveyard.Empty bottles rolled across the marble floor. Curtains stayed drawn. The city that once worshipped him now felt like an enemy watching from the dark.His hands shook as he poured another drink.Leon Black.Every deal Brandon tried to close failed. Every criminal ally he once trusted had vanished. Bank accounts were frozen. Shipments disappeared. Messages went unanswered.Leon hadn’t threatened him.Leon didn’t need to.The silence was the threat.Brandon staggered to the window, pressing his forehead against the cold glass. Once, this skyline had bowed to him. Now it felt like a judge.“They think I’m finished,” he muttered. “But I still have one move left.”Emily.The name burned in his chest. She was the only weakness Leon had ever shown.His phone buzzed.UNKNOWN:You’re running out of time.Brandon laughed—sharp, cracked, unhinged. “You don’t scare me.”He turned back to his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboa
CHAPTER 117
The QuestionI didn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw blood that wasn’t there. Shadows that didn’t move. A voice that didn’t belong to any man I knew.Leon.Not the quiet husband who brewed my tea too strong. Not the man who stood behind me in meetings and never spoke unless spoken to.This Leon was something else.Something colder.Something sharper.The house felt too big tonight. Too silent. The kind of silence that presses against your ears until your thoughts grow loud enough to scream.I found him in his study.Of course I did.The door was half open, light spilling onto the hallway floor like a warning. He stood by the window, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring at the city as if it were a battlefield map only he could read.His phone was in his hand.Unlocked.Still glowing.I didn’t knock.“Who was Brandon to you?” I asked.He didn’t turn around.“An enemy,” he said.My stomach tightened. “Enemies usually get arrested. Or ruined financially.”Still, he didn’
CHAPTER 118
The Almost TruthThe rain fell in soft sheets outside the glass walls of the penthouse, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and white. Emily stood by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as though the night itself had claws.Behind her, Leon watched in silence.He had fought wars in boardrooms, dismantled criminal empires in the dark, and ordered men to disappear without raising his voice. Yet standing in this room—watching his wife tremble—felt like the most dangerous battlefield of all.“Emily,” he said quietly.She didn’t turn. “You always say my name like it’s a shield. Like it can protect us from the truth.”Leon’s jaw tightened.The truth.Every lie he had built was starting to crack. She finally faced him, her eyes sharp despite the exhaustion lining her face. “I saw the way those men looked at you. Not like a CEO. Not like a husband. Like a commander.”Leon said nothing.“You don’t ask,” she continued. “You order. And people obey. Instantly.” The sile
CHAPTER 119
The CrackEmily stood frozen in the doorway.The room beyond was bathed in cold blue light. Screens lined the walls—maps, surveillance feeds, encrypted data streams she didn’t understand but somehow felt the weight of. Voices murmured through hidden speakers, sharp and disciplined.Leon stood at the center.Not the Leon who avoided conflict.Not Leon who lowered his gaze at family dinners. Not the Leon who absorbed humiliation in silence.This Leon was commanding.“Target Alpha has moved,” a voice reported. Leon didn’t hesitate. “Intercept. No witnesses.”Emily’s breath caught.Another voice followed. “Authorization for lethal force?” Leon’s jaw tightened. “Confirmed.”The word echoed in the room like a gunshot.Confirmed.Emily’s heart slammed against her ribs. Her hand instinctively gripped the doorframe, as if the world had tilted and she needed something solid to hold onto.Leon continued issuing orders with terrifying calm.“Cut the escape route. Disable their vehicles. If resis
CHAPTER 120
The WhisperThe hallway was still smoking.Burnt metal, shattered glass, and the sharp scent of gunpowder clung to the air like a warning that death had passed through here—and might return at any moment.Emily stood frozen in the wreckage.Her ears rang. Her hands shook. Her heart refused to slow.Leon was in front of her, his body positioned like a shield even though the shooting had stopped. One arm was slightly raised, blood seeping through the sleeve of his jacket. He hadn’t noticed. Or he didn’t care.All his attention was on her.“Are you hurt?” he asked.Did they hit you?What happened?Just: Are you hurt?Emily swallowed. “You’re bleeding.”Leon glanced down at his arm like it belonged to someone else. “It’s nothing.”“Nothing?” Her voice cracked. “You took a bullet for me.”He stepped closer. Too close. His presence was overwhelming now—no mask, no softness, just raw authority wrapped in human skin.“You’re alive,” he said. “That’s what matters.”Emily shook her head. “That’