Signed To Be His Wife - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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Zurich had returned to its usual rhythm, but the war Amara had fought left behind quiet scars.
The Specter servers were down. Clara was in custody. Renault had vanished.
But peace never came easy.
Not when secrets were still buried in the ashes.
Amara sat in a quiet corner of the Cole Foundation’s rooftop garden. The air was cool, crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and steel. Below her, Zurich bustled on as if the world hadn’t come to the brink of memory warfare just days before.
She stared at a photo—one Nolan had found in Clara’s encrypted locker. A photo of Elena, Clara, and a man with striking gray eyes and a tattoo of a chess knight on his wrist.
Amara knew those eyes.
They were the same ones she’d seen in a video call with a private donor when she first applied to Hart Enterprises. The same man who had anonymously signed off her internship.
“Dominic,” she whispered. “He’s not just tied to Elena... he’s tied to this man.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps.
Dominic joined her, his expression unreadable. He’d sensed her pulling away since Austria. She was different now—quieter, harder to read. Sharper.
He sat beside her. “Still trying to put it all together?”
She showed him the photo.
His face darkened.
“That man,” she asked softly. “Who is he?”
Dominic exhaled. “His name is Levan Roque. Elena’s real father. But he wasn’t just her blood—he was Specter’s original founder.”
Amara’s breath caught. “You knew?”
“Not at first. When Elena and I fell in love, she kept him hidden. Said he was dangerous. I thought she was exaggerating.”
“And now?”
“I think Elena was fighting two wars—one for the truth, and one against her own family.”
Amara stood, pacing slowly. “Do you think he’s alive?”
“Yes,” Dominic said. “And if we don’t find him first, he’ll erase everything we just saved.”
Later that night, Nolan called a team meeting. Gideon had cracked into an abandoned military communications server. One of the decrypted files was a digital blueprint titled: Genesis Protocol.
A contingency.
Created by Levan Roque.
“He planned it years ago,” Gideon explained. “In case Phoenix failed, Genesis would trigger. It’s not about misinformation anymore. It’s full-scale psychological rewriting. They’d start editing the subconscious through subliminal digital signals.”
Amara felt chills run down her spine. “Where is it launching from?”
“Somewhere underground. Possibly near an old NATO station in Italy,” Nolan said. “We found trace signals buried in audio files streaming from a podcast that Roque’s shell company owns.”
Tamara frowned. “Mind control through media?”
Dominic stood. “Then we finish it. No traps this time. We go to Italy. We find Levan Roque. We end Genesis.”
Two days later, the team landed in Naples.
They traveled in a silent convoy, cutting through vineyards and narrow mountain roads until they reached a concealed bunker beneath an abandoned fortress.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and electromagnetic residue.
The corridor glowed faintly. Amara led the way, heart pounding. Her tablet mapped the radiation of signal traces—pulses of data too faint for satellites but strong enough to move through bone.
At the final chamber, a door with a keypad stood locked.
Dominic stepped forward.
“I know the code,” he said.
Everyone turned to him.
He didn’t explain.
He typed: E-L-E-N-A
The door slid open.
They stepped into a white chamber. One wall was covered in screens. Another, in notes. Diagrams. Research.
And in the center of it all... Levan Roque.
Older now. Scarred. But smiling.
“I’ve been expecting you,” he said, voice deep and calm.
Dominic stepped forward. “You destroyed your daughter.”
Levan tilted his head. “No, Dominic. I raised her. Trained her. She made her choice.”
“She chose truth,” Amara said. “And you tried to erase it.”
Levan’s eyes gleamed. “Truth is a variable. Memory is power. And I have the formula.”
He tapped a console. “Genesis is already seeded. Shut me down, and it activates remotely.”
Amara’s breath caught. “He’s bluffing.”
“I don’t bluff,” Levan replied.
Gideon’s voice crackled through their earpieces. “He’s right. There’s a dead man’s switch. Kill the signal wrong, and it triggers a full release.”
Tamara hissed. “So what do we do?”
Amara stepped forward.
“I talk to him.”
Levan laughed. “The maid-turned-revolutionary?”
“No,” she said, calm as steel. “The girl who finally understands what your daughter died for.”
She approached the console, eyes never leaving his. “You loved Elena. Even in your twisted way. You built this system so she’d inherit a new world. But she chose a better one. A freer one.”
He hesitated.
Amara pressed forward. “Elena died trying to destroy what you built. You owe her a better legacy than this.”
Silence.
Then—
He stepped back.
“Deactivate,” he whispered.
The system pulsed red, then blue.
Gideon gasped. “Signal neutralized. Genesis is offline.”
Dominic stared, stunned.
Levan raised his hands. “Do what you must.”
Nolan moved forward, cuffing him.
Amara turned to Dominic, her chest tight.
“It’s over,” she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her. “No. It’s just beginning.”
Back in Zurich, the Foundation threw a private gathering.
The world would never know what almost happened. But the people in that room had saved it.
Amara stood at the window, sipping wine. She saw her reflection and barely recognized the woman staring back.
Dominic joined her, hands in his pockets.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he said.
She smiled faintly. “I don’t know what comes next.”
He leaned in. “Then let’s write it together.”
She turned to him, tears in her eyes.
“Yes.”
They kissed again—this time not as allies or survivors, but as two
people who had earned each other through fire, truth, and sacrifice.
And somewhere far away, a small, encrypted file blinked alive on a hidden server.
One word:
REVELATION.
The Specter servers were down. Clara was in custody. Renault had vanished.
But peace never came easy.
Not when secrets were still buried in the ashes.
Amara sat in a quiet corner of the Cole Foundation’s rooftop garden. The air was cool, crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and steel. Below her, Zurich bustled on as if the world hadn’t come to the brink of memory warfare just days before.
She stared at a photo—one Nolan had found in Clara’s encrypted locker. A photo of Elena, Clara, and a man with striking gray eyes and a tattoo of a chess knight on his wrist.
Amara knew those eyes.
They were the same ones she’d seen in a video call with a private donor when she first applied to Hart Enterprises. The same man who had anonymously signed off her internship.
“Dominic,” she whispered. “He’s not just tied to Elena... he’s tied to this man.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps.
Dominic joined her, his expression unreadable. He’d sensed her pulling away since Austria. She was different now—quieter, harder to read. Sharper.
He sat beside her. “Still trying to put it all together?”
She showed him the photo.
His face darkened.
“That man,” she asked softly. “Who is he?”
Dominic exhaled. “His name is Levan Roque. Elena’s real father. But he wasn’t just her blood—he was Specter’s original founder.”
Amara’s breath caught. “You knew?”
“Not at first. When Elena and I fell in love, she kept him hidden. Said he was dangerous. I thought she was exaggerating.”
“And now?”
“I think Elena was fighting two wars—one for the truth, and one against her own family.”
Amara stood, pacing slowly. “Do you think he’s alive?”
“Yes,” Dominic said. “And if we don’t find him first, he’ll erase everything we just saved.”
Later that night, Nolan called a team meeting. Gideon had cracked into an abandoned military communications server. One of the decrypted files was a digital blueprint titled: Genesis Protocol.
A contingency.
Created by Levan Roque.
“He planned it years ago,” Gideon explained. “In case Phoenix failed, Genesis would trigger. It’s not about misinformation anymore. It’s full-scale psychological rewriting. They’d start editing the subconscious through subliminal digital signals.”
Amara felt chills run down her spine. “Where is it launching from?”
“Somewhere underground. Possibly near an old NATO station in Italy,” Nolan said. “We found trace signals buried in audio files streaming from a podcast that Roque’s shell company owns.”
Tamara frowned. “Mind control through media?”
Dominic stood. “Then we finish it. No traps this time. We go to Italy. We find Levan Roque. We end Genesis.”
Two days later, the team landed in Naples.
They traveled in a silent convoy, cutting through vineyards and narrow mountain roads until they reached a concealed bunker beneath an abandoned fortress.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and electromagnetic residue.
The corridor glowed faintly. Amara led the way, heart pounding. Her tablet mapped the radiation of signal traces—pulses of data too faint for satellites but strong enough to move through bone.
At the final chamber, a door with a keypad stood locked.
Dominic stepped forward.
“I know the code,” he said.
Everyone turned to him.
He didn’t explain.
He typed: E-L-E-N-A
The door slid open.
They stepped into a white chamber. One wall was covered in screens. Another, in notes. Diagrams. Research.
And in the center of it all... Levan Roque.
Older now. Scarred. But smiling.
“I’ve been expecting you,” he said, voice deep and calm.
Dominic stepped forward. “You destroyed your daughter.”
Levan tilted his head. “No, Dominic. I raised her. Trained her. She made her choice.”
“She chose truth,” Amara said. “And you tried to erase it.”
Levan’s eyes gleamed. “Truth is a variable. Memory is power. And I have the formula.”
He tapped a console. “Genesis is already seeded. Shut me down, and it activates remotely.”
Amara’s breath caught. “He’s bluffing.”
“I don’t bluff,” Levan replied.
Gideon’s voice crackled through their earpieces. “He’s right. There’s a dead man’s switch. Kill the signal wrong, and it triggers a full release.”
Tamara hissed. “So what do we do?”
Amara stepped forward.
“I talk to him.”
Levan laughed. “The maid-turned-revolutionary?”
“No,” she said, calm as steel. “The girl who finally understands what your daughter died for.”
She approached the console, eyes never leaving his. “You loved Elena. Even in your twisted way. You built this system so she’d inherit a new world. But she chose a better one. A freer one.”
He hesitated.
Amara pressed forward. “Elena died trying to destroy what you built. You owe her a better legacy than this.”
Silence.
Then—
He stepped back.
“Deactivate,” he whispered.
The system pulsed red, then blue.
Gideon gasped. “Signal neutralized. Genesis is offline.”
Dominic stared, stunned.
Levan raised his hands. “Do what you must.”
Nolan moved forward, cuffing him.
Amara turned to Dominic, her chest tight.
“It’s over,” she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her. “No. It’s just beginning.”
Back in Zurich, the Foundation threw a private gathering.
The world would never know what almost happened. But the people in that room had saved it.
Amara stood at the window, sipping wine. She saw her reflection and barely recognized the woman staring back.
Dominic joined her, hands in his pockets.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he said.
She smiled faintly. “I don’t know what comes next.”
He leaned in. “Then let’s write it together.”
She turned to him, tears in her eyes.
“Yes.”
They kissed again—this time not as allies or survivors, but as two
people who had earned each other through fire, truth, and sacrifice.
And somewhere far away, a small, encrypted file blinked alive on a hidden server.
One word:
REVELATION.
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