chapter 147
Author: Obasi michael
last update2025-07-15 21:22:06

The war room’s holographic table shimmered with active feeds and intel overlays. Aiden stood at its edge, unmoving, arms crossed as he watched a live feed of the secure government safehouse.

On the screen: Bryden Romanov, hunched over a terminal, decrypting firewalled systems and uploading years' worth of Zain’s operational data.

“He’s really doing it,” Aiden murmured, not looking away.

Beside him, Detective Harper adjusted the files in his hand. “He’s given us everything burner codes, ghost account keys, dead drop locations. It’s clean.”

Aiden was silent.

Harper glanced sideways. “That’s still your cousin.”

Aiden's jaw tensed. “He’s still a Romanov. And now... he’s alone.”

Harper raised a brow. “He tried to destroy you.”

“No.” Aiden turned now, his eyes heavy with memory. “He tried to be seen by someone who never planned to let him rise. He thought Zain was building a legacy for him. But Zain was building a throne for himself.”

“He used Bryden. Then threw him away.”

Harper said not
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