Chapter: Chapter 48The FDA headquarters building loomed against the pre-dawn Maryland sky like a monument to bureaucratic power.Emma arrived at 4:17 AM, exhausted beyond measure, her cardiac monitor showing a steady 88 beats per minute thanks to Dr. Park's modified protocol. The higher dose beta-blocker made her feel sluggish, her thoughts slightly slower, but at least her heart wasn't racing toward another arrest.Damien parked in the visitor lot. Sophie helped Emma out of the car, steadying her when she swayed slightly."You look like death," Sophie said."Thanks. Very helpful.""I'm serious, Em. Your color is terrible. You can barely stand. Maybe we should—""We're here," Emma interrupted. "I'm testifying. End of discussion."They entered through security, were directed to Conference Room 4B on the third floor. The hearing room was already filling with people despite the early hour—FDA officials, medical ethicists, legal counsel, and representatives from Boston Children's Hospital including Dr. Reev
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Chapter: Chapter 47Emma burst through the doors of Boston Children's Hospital's pediatric intensive care unit at 6:23 PM, Detective Kim close behind, both of them moving past startled nurses toward the central monitoring station."I need to see the attending physician for the genetic disorders wing," Emma said, showing her medical credentials. "Immediately. This is an emergency."A nurse behind the desk looked up, recognized Emma from the news coverage. "Dr. Lawson? You're not authorized—""I'm a physician with evidence that sixteen patients in this unit have been deliberately sabotaged," Emma interrupted. "Get me your attending now or I'm calling the hospital director."The nurse paged overhead. Within ninety seconds, a tired-looking doctor in his forties appeared, name tag reading Dr. Michael Park."Dr. Lawson. I'm the attending for this unit. What's this about sabotage?"Emma pulled out her phone, showed him the medication records Detective Kim had reviewed. "All sixteen children from Nathan Cross's
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Chapter: Chapter 46The Boston Police Department's interrogation room was exactly what Emma expected from decades of medical examiner consultations: gray walls, metal table, uncomfortable chairs, and a mirror that was obviously one-way glass.Detective Sarah Kim sat across from her, a recording device between them, Emma's cardiac monitor visible under her shirt, its faint beeping a constant reminder of her fragility."For the record, Dr. Emma Lawson has waived her right to legal counsel and agreed to speak with us voluntarily," Kim said into the recorder. "Dr. Lawson, can you confirm this is accurate?""Yes," Emma said. Her chest still felt tight from the earlier spike, but the nitroglycerine had stabilized her enough to function."Let's start with yesterday evening. November tenth. Where were you between the hours of eight PM and midnight?""Manhattan. At Damien Cross's penthouse until approximately nine forty-five. Then driving to Connecticut to a property owned by Dr. Victoria Chen. Then at a warehous
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Chapter: Chapter 45Boston Children's Hospital rose against the gray November sky like a fortress dedicated to healing impossible cases.Emma stood in the visitor parking lot at 2:47 PM, trying to steady her breathing before entering. The four-hour drive had been exhausting despite spending most of it reclined with her eyes closed. Her cardiac monitor had alarmed twice more—once when Sophie read aloud another threatening message, once when they hit traffic and Emma's stress spiked at the delay."You don't have to do this today," Damien said, watching her with concern. "We can get a hotel room. Let you rest properly before confronting Nathan.""Sixteen children don't have time for me to rest properly," Emma said. She checked her phone—the emergency petition to the FDA had been filed an hour ago by Damien's legal team. No response yet. "Let's go."They entered through the main lobby, navigating the maze of corridors to the research wing. Nathan Cross's lab was on the fourth floor, behind security doors tha
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Chapter: Chapter 44Emma stared at Lily Morrison's photo for a full minute before Sophie gently took the phone away."You can't respond to that," Sophie said quietly. "Whoever sent it is trying to manipulate you. Make you feel guilty for doing the right thing.""What if they're not?" Emma asked. "What if that's a real child who's really dying and the trial was actually helping her?"Damien moved closer to the bed. "Emma, the FDA suspended the trials because we provided evidence of harm. They wouldn't have acted without medical justification.""We provided evidence from Rachel's trial," Emma corrected. "Twelve adults with diabetes showing liver and cardiac complications. We don't have safety data from Nathan's pediatric trial. What if that compound is different? What if it's actually working without the side effects?"Sophie exchanged a look with Damien. "You're in a hospital bed because your heart stopped. You need rest, not more ethical dilemmas to stress over."Emma's phone buzzed again. Another messag
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Chapter: Chapter 43The Red Hook warehouse loomed against the night sky like a monument to industrial decay.Emma killed the car's headlights three blocks away, coasting to a stop in the shadow of an abandoned shipping container. The neighborhood was quiet at 10:45 PM—too late for the few businesses still operating, too early for the bar crowd stumbling home.Perfect for a hostage situation no one would witness.Damien sat in the passenger seat, studying the warehouse through binoculars. Sarah was in the back, her breathing audible in the confined space, tension radiating off her in waves."Two vehicles in the lot," Damien reported quietly. "Black SUV—that's Chen's personal car. And a van with no plates. Probably what they used to transport Victoria."Emma checked her phone. Airplane mode, like Damien's. No GPS tracking. No digital footprint. They were offline, invisible to whoever was monitoring their communications.Except they'd already been inside the safe house. Already knew about the Connecticut pr
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Oops.. I Fell for My Ex Again
Alexandra Wolfe thought she had survived the worst mistake of her life: loving Dominic Moretti. Walking away from their marriage was the only way she could breathe again after years of feeling protected, controlled, and slowly erased. Three years later, she has rebuilt everything: her company, her confidence, her carefully guarded heart. Then one unexpected night throws them back reminding her that some feelings don’t die just because you bury them.
Falling for him again would be reckless. Falling for him while her world is collapsing is catastrophic. A high-risk pregnancy, a hidden genetic heart condition, and a corporate war threatening to destroy her life’s work leave Alexandra more vulnerable than ever. Dominic’s response is the same as it’s always been: step in, take charge, and try to save her — even if it means crossing lines she swore she’d never let him cross again.
But love from him has always felt like both shelter and cage. As old wounds reopen and dangerous secrets surface, Alexandra must decide whether trusting him means finally being safe… or losing herself all over again.
Can she risk her heart for the one man who already broke it — when loving him might cost her everything?
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Chapter: Chapter 23Three days later, Catherine was chasing the cat again.“Up!” she demanded, pointing at the couch.Her fever was gone. Energy restored. Heart steady. The crisis had passed as quickly as it had come.To her, nothing had happened.To Alex, everything had shifted.She sat at the kitchen table, Dominic across from her. Marcus filled one square of the laptop screen. Patricia another.“I’m meeting her,” Alex said.Dominic’s jaw tightened. “That’s exactly what she wants.”“I know. But I need to hear the offer directly. I need to understand what we’re actually refusing.”Patricia adjusted her glasses. “Any agreement would require extensive review. Months, likely.”“They’ll record everything,” Marcus added. “Every word becomes leverage.”“Let them,” Alex replied. “I want to see her face when I say no.”Dominic didn’t argue again.Alex picked up the card from the flowers—Dr. Helena Cray’s number printed in understated black.She typed.I’ll meet. Neutral location. My terms.The reply came in und
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Chapter: Chapter 22At 3:02 a.m., Catherine started crying.Not the brief, restless whimper she sometimes made when she lost her pacifier. This was sharp. Continuous. Wrong.Alex was out of bed before she was fully awake.The nursery light stayed dim. Catherine stood in her crib, cheeks flushed, hair damp against her forehead.“Mama,” she sobbed.Alex lifted her and felt the heat immediately.Too warm.She reached for the digital thermometer on the dresser. Underarm first—too imprecise. She switched to rectal. 101.8°F.High, but not catastrophic.Her hand moved automatically to Catherine’s chest. Counting.One, two, three—Pulse: fast. She checked her watch.Approximately 110 beats per minute.Elevated, but proportional to fever. Breathing slightly quicker than baseline. Nose congested. Soft cough.Classic viral infection.Common.Normal.But in Alex’s mind, a different phrase surfaced.Stress event.Catherine whimpered and pressed her face into Alex’s neck.“Mama.”“I’ve got you,” Alex whispered.She ca
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Chapter: Chapter 21Catherine was fourteen months old.She didn’t toddle anymore. She walked with intention.Unsteady only when distracted. Determined when focused.The apartment had shifted again to match her growth. The foam activity mats were gone. In their place stood a small wooden table scarred by spoon impacts and bite marks. Board books lived in low stacks. Cabinet locks remained. Cameras remained.Catherine crossed the living room clutching a picture book upside down.“Book,” she announced.“Yes,” Alex said.Catherine dropped it at her feet and lifted her arms.“Up.”Alex lifted her without hesitation. No dizziness. No fluttering pulse. Her heart rate sat steady at seventy-eight.Catherine’s vocabulary hovered around ten words now. Mama. Dada. No. More. Up. Down. Cat. Ball. Book. Bye.She pointed toward Dominic’s laptop.“Dada.”He looked over and smiled. “Always.”Fourteen months old. Fourteen pounds, nine ounces. Recent echo: structurally normal. No arrhythmic events recorded.Healthy.Thrivin
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Chapter: Chapter 20November arrived quietly.Catherine was six and a half months old.The apartment no longer resembled the sleek executive space it had once been. Corners were padded. Cabinets latched. An activity mat covered the living room floor. A high chair stood at the kitchen island.Catherine sat propped between pillows, gripping a soft fabric block in both hands. Fourteen pounds, three ounces. Dark hair thickening along the crown of her head. Blue-gray eyes studying the world with deliberate curiosity.She laughed when the block slipped from her fingers.Alex watched from the couch.She could stand now. Walk without bracing herself against walls. Lift Catherine without the room tilting.Dr. Park’s final cardiac assessment lay on the coffee table.Ejection fraction: 52%.Recovered from 45% post-delivery.Below optimal. Stable.Restrictions: lifted.She had been medically cleared three weeks ago.The custody agreement voided the same week—six months post-delivery survival threshold met. Patricia
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Chapter: Chapter 19Two weeks after delivery, Alexandra Wolfe could stand for nine minutes before her vision blurred.At ten, Dominic made her sit.The C-section incision was healing cleanly. The steri-strips were gone. The scar remained angry and tight. Her heart, however, was slower to forgive.Dr. James Park conducted the follow-up in their bedroom, stethoscope cold against her chest.“Your ejection fraction dropped during delivery,” he said. “Forty-five percent. Normal is fifty-five to seventy. You’re stable. But weakened.”“How long?” Alex asked.“Six to eight weeks minimum before we reassess. No exertion. No stress.”They both understood the impossibility of the last instruction.Catherine slept in the bassinet beside the bed. Two weeks old. Five pounds, eleven ounces. Feeding every three hours. Strong latch. Strong cry.Alex still slept in ninety-minute fragments.But this time she woke because her daughter needed her.Not because she feared someone would kill her.Dominic barely left the room. He
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Chapter: Chapter 18Three weeks passed without crisis.Week thirty-four: no contractions. Resting heart rate steady between ninety-four and ninety-eight. The baby measured five pounds, two ounces. Security rotated outside the building twenty-four hours a day. Eleanor called twice. Alex declined both calls.Week thirty-five: Sarah phoned from a private number.“I can’t be there,” she said. “But I arranged a cardiac specialist. Dr. James Park. If anything shifts, you ask for him. Specifically.”Alex memorized the name.Heart rate during the call: 101.Week thirty-six.4:47 a.m.Alex woke to a tightening low in her abdomen. Not sharp. Not random. Patterned.She lay still and timed it.Fifteen minutes apart.Then twelve.She reached across the bed and pressed her hand to Dominic’s shoulder.“It’s time.”5:23 a.m. Mount Sinai.Dominic drove. No ambulance. No spectacle.The Labor & Delivery entrance was quiet at that hour. A wheelchair waited. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead.Alex scanned faces. Badges. Han
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The CEO’s Secret Triplets
"I took his money. I took his heirs. Now, he’s back to take everything."
Five years ago, Bella Vance made a deal with the devil. To save her mother’s life, she accepted a five-million-dollar bribe from the ruthless Silas Blackwood and vanished. She didn't just leave behind a life of luxury; she left behind Dante Blackwood, the man who owned her soul.
Now, Dante is the CEO of the world’s most powerful empire, and he has found her in his boardroom, he expects to find a thief. Instead, he finds three mini-versions of himself. Triplets. Three heirs to the Blackwood throne he never knew existed.
Dante doesn't want an apology. He wants a wife. Forced into a marriage of convenience to protect her sons from a family war, Bella must enter the lion’s den. But in the Blackwood penthouse, every kiss is a battleground. Can Bella survive the man who hates her almost as much as he hungers for her?
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Chapter: EpilogueFive Years LaterThe morning at the Blackwood Foundation’s "Orchard" campus in the rolling hills of Vermont didn't start with a security briefing. It started with the sound of a school bell and the scent of wild strawberries.Clara Vance stood on the balcony of the main hall, her hair now cut into a sharp, efficient bob. Beside her, Silas—serving the final year of his community-mandated oversight—monitored a tablet. But he wasn't looking at stock prices. He was watching the GPS trackers on the school buses bringing the rescued heirs home from a field trip."All twelve are back," Silas said, his voice softer than it had been in the London basements. "Plus the three from the Virginia branch we found last spring. They’re all accounted for.""Good," Clara said. "The Directorate is satisfied?""The Directorate doesn't exist anymore, Clara. You saw to that. There’s just the Foundation now."A familiar silver sedan pulled up the gravel driveway. Dante stepped out first, followed by a blur of
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Chapter: Chapter 75The valley was no longer a place of hiding. As the SUV crested the final ridge, the stone cottage appeared below, nestled in the gold and amber hues of a late autumn afternoon. There were no black sedans idling at the gate, no men in earpieces patrolling the perimeter. The silence was absolute, save for the wind rushing through the tall grass and the distant, rhythmic clinking of a cowbell.Dante turned off the engine, but he didn't move. He sat with his hands resting on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the smoke curling from the chimney. Beside him, Clara—his sister, his twin, his ghost—stared at the house with an expression that shifted between awe and a deep, quiet apprehension."It’s not a fortress," Clara said, her voice small."No," Dante replied, finally unbuckling his seatbelt. "It’s just a home. It leaks when it rains and the floors creak, but the sensors are all gone."They stepped out into the crisp air. The door to the cottage flew open, and the triplets spilled out l
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Chapter: chapter 74The London fog had returned, thick and oily, clinging to the glass walls of the Blackwood Gallery like a shroud. Dante stood across the street, his breath hitching in the damp air. He didn't look like a CEO anymore. His coat was stained with Parisian rain, his eyes were bloodshot from thirty-six hours of sleeplessness, and his hand was steady only because it had to be.He looked at the video loop on his phone one last time. Silas. The man who had sat on the nursery floor. The man who had helped them flee to Italy. It hadn't been an act of redemption; it had been a tactical clearance of the board. By helping Dante remove Julian, Silas had simply eliminated the only other person who knew where the "Primary Source" was hidden.Dante crossed the street, avoiding the main entrance. He knew the building’s layout better than anyone alive. He slipped through the delivery bay, the same way he had in Milan, but this time the air felt different. It felt like a trap that had been set ten years ag
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Chapter: Chapter 73The air in the cabin of the private jet was pressurized and sterile, a sharp contrast to the cold, rosemary-scented wind of the Alps they had left behind. Dante sat across from Bella, the hum of the engines vibrating through the soles of his boots. On the table between them lay a tablet displaying the file for Subject 04: a seven-year-old girl named Elodie, currently living in a luxury apartment overlooking the Tuileries Garden."Rue de Rivoli," Bella murmured, her eyes scanning the surveillance photos of the child. Elodie had dark, curly hair and a way of holding her chin that was a mirror image of the way Bella looked when she was deep in thought. "She has no idea, Dante. She thinks she’s just a student at an international school. She doesn't know she’s a contingency plan.""She’s the first one we reach because she’s the most vulnerable," Dante said. "Julian’s leak hit the French wires twenty minutes ago. The paparazzi are already swarming the school gates. If we don't get her out b
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Chapter: Chapter 72The air in the Milan sub-basement felt like it had been replaced with liquid lead. Dante stared at the photo on his phone—the silver-haired figure of his mother standing by the lake where his children played. It wasn't a threat of violence; it was a threat of presence. Evelyn didn't need a gun to destroy a life; she just needed a secret."She’s there," Bella whispered, her voice trembling as she looked over his shoulder. "Dante, we left them with her. We left them with the woman who started the entire project.""We didn't leave them alone," Dante said, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Sofia is there. And Silas’s team is on the perimeter. But my mother isn't there to hurt them. She’s there to reclaim them. She’s the 'Primary Source,' Bella. Everything we’ve fought—the clinic, Julian, the variables—it all started with her."Dante didn't wait for the elevator. He bolted for the stairs, Bella a frantic step behind him. They emerged into the cool night air of the Brera district, the city
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Chapter: Chapter 71The Alpine sun was too bright. It turned the turquoise water of the lake into a shimmering, fractured mirror that made Dante’s head throb. He stood on the gravel path, his mother’s words hanging in the air like a poisonous fog. Twelve children. Twelve heartbeats scattered across the globe, each one a "variable" in a master plan that didn't end with his own sons and daughter."Twelve?" Bella asked, her voice barely a whisper. She stepped closer to Evelyn, her hands clenched at her sides. "You’re telling me there are twelve other women who went through what I did? Twelve other nurseries with sensors and 'specialists'?""Not all of them reached the nursery stage," Evelyn said, her gaze fixed on the bell tower in the water. "Some were deemed 'non-viable' early on. Some are still in the care of the Geneva holding groups, being raised by professional surrogates under the guise of elite boarding schools. The trust calls them 'Reserve Heirs.' A insurance policy against your... independence, D
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The CEO's Undercover Heiress
She Hides Her Billions. He Hates Her Family.
Their War Is About To Begin.
Isabella Vane has it all: a ten-billion-dollar empire, a stunning face, and a fiancé who just admitted he is only in it for the money.
Heartbroken and hunted by her own legacy, Isabella does the unthinkable. She cuts her hair, puts on a fifteen-dollar blazer, and vanishes. To the world, she is a missing heiress. To Liam Sterling, she is just "Bella," his clumsy, plain, and surprisingly brilliant new assistant.
Liam Sterling is a self-made titan with a grudge. He built his company to destroy the Vanes. He hates "rich girls" and has no time for secrets. But his new assistant is different. She is defiant. She is mysterious. And she knows more about high-level finance than a girl from her background should.
As Liam draws closer to "Bella," the lines between hate and obsession blur. He wants to break her. He wants to own her. He has no idea he is falling for the woman he swore to ruin.
But Isabella’s past is catching up. Her ex-fiancé is closing in. Her father is desperate. And Liam is starting to notice that his "poor" assistant has the eyes of a queen.
When the masks fall, will Liam destroy her, or will he burn his empire to save her?
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Chapter: EpiloguePOV: IsabellaThe Oregon coast has a way of stripping a person down to their essentials. There is no marble here to reflect a curated image, no velvet to soften the edges of a hard day. There is only the salt, the cedar, and the relentless rhythm of the tide.I sat at the small, scarred wooden desk in the corner of our bedroom, watching the rain streak the glass. It was a different kind of rain than the ones in Manhattan—it didn’t feel like an omen of a corporate takeover. It just felt like a Tuesday.Before me lay a simple, leather-bound journal. It wasn't a tablet. It didn't have a login, a biometric scanner, or an encryption layer. It was just paper and ink. I picked up the pen and felt the weight of it in my hand.August 14th, I wrote. I forgot where I put my keys today. It took me twenty minutes to find them under a pile of mail. It was the most frustrating, wonderful feeling I’ve had all week.A year ago, forgetting was impossible. My mind had been a search engine, a perfect, cl
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Chapter: Chapter 80POV: IsabellaThe Virginia air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine—a suffocating blanket compared to the sharp, clean ice of Iceland. We weren't flying private. We weren't even flying as the Rossis. We had crossed the border in the back of a refrigerated truck, buried under crates of produce, two ghosts returning to a haunt we had never actually lived in.Liam stood beside me in the tall grass of the valley, his eyes fixed on the structure ahead. It wasn't a tower. It wasn't a glass fortress. It was an old, converted farmhouse, surrounded by a high electric fence and a sea of black-eyed Susans. To a passerby, it looked like a rural retreat. To me, it felt like the source of a wound."This is where it started," I said. My voice was low, steady. "The 2014 trials. Before the Sterling money made it shiny.""Marcus was right," Liam said. He was holding a handheld thermal scanner Arthur had given us. The screen showed a massive heat signature deep beneath the floorboards
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Chapter: Chapter 79POV: LiamThe facility didn't just feel empty; it felt hollowed out. The silence left behind by the Julian Vane AI was a heavy, physical thing, a void where a god had once lived. Arthur Vance was already moving, his fingers dancing across a handheld terminal as he scrambled the local perimeter sensors."The Pension Board's contractors are landing at the geothermal plant four miles East," Arthur said, his voice clipped. "They aren't here for a deposition. They’ve been authorized to use 'extraordinary measures' to recover the Sterling lifeboat fund. To them, you aren't people—you’re the human passwords to three billion dollars."I looked at Isabella. She was standing by the window, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight. She looked different. The slight, constant tension in her shoulders had vanished. She was breathing with her whole body, her chest rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm that made my own heart ache with a strange, fierce relief."The routing codes," she said, tur
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Chapter: Chapter 78POV: IsabellaThe port of Reykjavik didn't look like a sanctuary. It looked like the end of the world. Sharp, volcanic rock met a sea the color of bruised slate, and the air carried a chill that didn't just bite—it felt like it was trying to hollow you out from the inside.Liam held my hand as we stepped off the freighter's gangway. The dock was empty, save for a single, silver car idling near a stack of rusted shipping containers. There were no customs officials. No police. Just the low, haunting moan of the wind through the harbor cables."The manifest said they were expecting us," Liam said, his voice tight. He hadn't let go of the tablet. "But 'Reykjavik Control' isn't a person. It’s an automated relay.""My father’s voice, Liam," I whispered. "I know it. I lived with it in my head for years. That wasn't a recording. The inflection... it responded to the ship’s call sign.""We’ll find out," he said.We walked toward the car. The door opened automatically. There was no driver. The
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Chapter: Chapter 77POV: LiamThe Atlantic didn’t care about corporate hierarchies. It didn't care about the fall of the Sterling name or the death of a digital goddess. Out here, three hundred miles from the nearest coastline, the world was a vast, churning slate of charcoal grey and white foam.I stood on the narrow deck of the Seraphina, a mid-sized freighter that smelled of diesel and salt. The wind was a physical force, a cold hand pressing against my chest, threatening to push me back into the steel railing. I looked down at my hands. The bandages were gone, replaced by thin, pink scars that stung in the salt spray. They were the only physical proof I had left of the night at the medical wing."You should be inside," a voice said over the roar of the engines.I turned to see Isabella—Sarah—standing in the doorway of the bridge. She was wearing a heavy, oversized wool sweater Marcus had found in a thrift shop in Brooklyn. Her hair was pulled back, her face pale but clear. The waxy, translucent look
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Chapter: Chapter 76POV: IsabellaThe world was no longer made of data. It was made of cold air, the sharp scent of ozone, and the terrifying, heavy weight of my own limbs. The "Hum"—that constant, electric companion that had lived in the marrow of my bones for years—was gone. In its place was a silence so absolute it felt like a physical pressure against my eardrums.But the silence was a lie."The Share, Liam," my mother’s voice cut through the dark, sharp as a glass shard. "The gold foil. Place it on the table and step back, or I’ll find out exactly how much a human heart can take before it simply quits."I blinked, my vision slowly adjusting to the beam of the flashlight. The barrel of the gun was a dark, hollow eye inches from my face. My mother stood behind it, her lab coat stark and white, her face as motionless as the steel cabinets surrounding us. She wasn't a doctor anymore. She wasn't a CEO. She was a woman who had lost her godhood and was trying to buy it back with a bullet.Liam didn't move.
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