My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: The Secret and the Shipyard

[Ethan’s POV]

Flashback - Six Months Ago

The server room beneath Apex Tower was usually freezing, kept at a strict sixty degrees to prevent the massive Vanguard mainframes from overheating. But inside Nia’s private, soundproofed office at the back of the facility, the air was warm and heavy.

I was lying on my back on the small, makeshift cot Nia kept in the corner for the nights she worked late. My tactical shirt was discarded on the floor.

Nia was curled against my side, her dark hair spilling across my chest, her signature wire-rimmed glasses resting on the nightstand next to an empty can of Red Bull. She was tracing lazy, absentminded circles on my collarbone with her index finger.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her. It was slow, quiet, and deeply intimate—a stark contrast to the chaotic, high-stakes corporate war we were fighting every day above ground.

"We should tell them," Nia whispered, pulling back slightly to rest her chin on my chest. She looked up at me, her dark eyes soft in the glow of the server monitors. "We should tell Darius and Claire."

I sighed, my hand coming up to stroke her hair. "Not yet."

"Why?" Nia challenged softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "We’ve been sneaking around for almost a year, Ethan. Darius isn’t stupid. I’m pretty sure he already suspects something every time you ’volunteer’ to bring me coffee at 3:00 AM."

"I know," I said, my voice dropping to a rough whisper. I looked up at the concrete ceiling. "But the family is broken right now, Nia. Jake is out there somewhere, lost in the dark. Isabella Vane is tearing at the gates. It just... it doesn’t feel right to celebrate this. Not out in the open. Not while the guy who brought us all together is missing."

Nia was quiet for a long moment. The playful spark in her eyes dimmed, replaced by the heavy, shared grief we all carried. She pressed her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.

"Okay," she whispered. "We wait."

"Let me find him," I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. "Let me bring Jake home. We put the crown back on his head, we secure the board, and then we tell everyone."

Nia nodded against my chest. "Just promise me you’ll come back in one piece, Ethan. I can’t lose both of you."

Present Time

The snow was falling harder now, sticking to the shoulders of my canvas jacket as Claire and I approached the perimeter of the Odessa Shipyards.

The facility was massive, a sprawling industrial complex of dry docks, towering cranes, and massive steel warehouses sitting right on the edge of the freezing Black Sea. The smell of welding torches and saltwater hung heavy in the air.

"There," Claire whispered, pointing through the chain-link fence.

Sitting in Dry Dock 4, surrounded by scaffolding and floodlights, was a massive, rust-colored cargo freighter. The name Leviathan was painted on the bow.

"That’s Isabella’s flagship," I said, pulling my binoculars from my duffel bag and scanning the area. "And Viktor Volkov isn’t taking any chances."

The dry dock was swarming with armed men. But they weren’t the sleek, professional PMCs we had seen at the bank. These men were rougher. They wore heavy winter coats, carried AK-47s, and moved with the aggressive swagger of local cartel enforcers.

"Volkov’s personal army," Claire noted, shivering in the cold. "He must have called in every thug on his payroll to guard the ship."

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