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Chapter 104: The Temptation of a Stranger

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Silence filled the house. It crept into every corner, lingered at every meal, and wrapped itself around the bed at night until Leah felt smothered by it.

There was a time when she and Jason couldn’t stop talking, when they’d argue just to feel the fire and then collapse into each other’s arms laughing, unable to stay angry. Now their words, when they came at all, were sharp, cautious things. Most nights, they didn’t come at all.

Jason buried himself in his work…his “new vision,” his data, his equations. And Leah, left standing on the other side of his locked door, carried the weight of memories neither of them dared name. The ghost of Torress’ sacrifice followed them both like a shadow.

“Leah, hey—earth to Leah.”

Her eyes refocused on the screen in front of her. Lines of code ran together, stubborn errors blinking like taunts. She realized she hadn’t heard a word for the last few minutes.

Dr. Ethan Vance was watching her with raised eyebrows, leaning one hip against the desk. His slee
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  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 104: The Temptation of a Stranger

    Silence filled the house. It crept into every corner, lingered at every meal, and wrapped itself around the bed at night until Leah felt smothered by it.There was a time when she and Jason couldn’t stop talking, when they’d argue just to feel the fire and then collapse into each other’s arms laughing, unable to stay angry. Now their words, when they came at all, were sharp, cautious things. Most nights, they didn’t come at all.Jason buried himself in his work…his “new vision,” his data, his equations. And Leah, left standing on the other side of his locked door, carried the weight of memories neither of them dared name. The ghost of Torress’ sacrifice followed them both like a shadow.“Leah, hey—earth to Leah.”Her eyes refocused on the screen in front of her. Lines of code ran together, stubborn errors blinking like taunts. She realized she hadn’t heard a word for the last few minutes.Dr. Ethan Vance was watching her with raised eyebrows, leaning one hip against the desk. His slee

  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 103: The Confession and the Betrayal

    The apartment was quiet when they got back from the clinic. Jason closed the door behind them with a heavy push, dropping the keys onto the counter. He turned, half-expecting Leah to speak, but she didn’t. She slipped out of her jacket, moving slowly, like her body was there but her mind was somewhere else.Jason frowned. “You okay?”Leah didn’t answer right away. She walked into the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up a framed photo from the shelf. Her fingers traced over the glass, gentle, almost trembling. Jason knew the picture before he saw it.Torres Hill.The sharp-dressed detective stood in uniform, his arm slung over Leah’s shoulders, both of them smiling like they had the world figured out. Jason froze in the doorway. He hated the feeling that came next—the sour churn in his gut, the sting in his chest.Leah’s eyes glossed over, her thumb brushing Torres’s face. Her lips moved without sound before she finally whispered, “I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve…”Jason

  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 102: The Architect’s Echo

    For a moment, it felt real. The three of them side by side, the sunset painting the world in gold, Ghost’s voice steady in the night.But memory is a cruel trick.Jason blinked, and the porch dissolved into sterile white. The hum of machines replaced the chirp of crickets. The shadowed fields gave way to the steady beeping of a monitor.He was back in the hospital. Back in the place where Ghost hadn’t yet opened his eyes.The porch was a memory, maybe a dream — one of the many he and Leah clung to, replaying fragments of what they hoped would return.Because in truth, Ghost still lay motionless, suspended between life and death.And that was when the weight of silence pressed hardest.The world outside had gone still, almost too still. To everyone else, peace had returned. Governments congratulated themselves, people scrolled through their feeds, and the quiet hum of daily life resumed like nothing had ever happened.But for Leah and Jason, silence wasn’t peace. It was a weight. A pre

  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 101: Fortress of Light

    Ghost’s road back to himself was not quick, nor clean. It was a crawl, a scraping against the walls of his own fractured mind. The nightmares clung to him, memories of the Architects, of cages that weren’t physical but carved into the brain. Some nights he woke drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, fists raised as though fighting shadows no one else could see.But Leah was there. Jason was there. And the others; the team that had walked through fire together never let him slip back into the void.Day by day, piece by piece, Ghost returned.Not as the phantom he had once been. Not as a blunt instrument, a weapon turned loose. Something softer, yet sharper in ways none of them expected. His dry and unexpected humor began to peek out like cracks of sunlight. His words, once few and functional, carried weight, wisdom carved out of pain.He was no longer just a soldier. He became something else. A guardian. A teacher. A living reminder of survival.One late evening, weeks after the final c

  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 100: The Architect of the Mind

    “Jason, you’re running out of time,” Ben’s voice cracked over the comms, urgent, sharp. “Core temp is climbing again. Whatever you’re doing—do it now.”“I know,” Jason muttered, sweat beading across his brow though his body lay still in the medical bed. “I can almost see it.”The digital world around him flickered like a fever dream. Ghost’s subconscious reshaped itself into fragments; broken snapshots of a life lived in shadow. One moment a barren training field under an endless gray sky. The next, a silent ambush caught mid-breath, soldiers frozen like statues in the mist. Then a dark, windowless room where loneliness lived like a second skin.Jason ignored the chaos. He shut out the noise. Every fiber of his mind honed in on the task. This was surgery. No scalpel. No gloves. Just willpower and precision inside a maze of fractured thought.Leah’s voice threaded through the storm, steady, grounding. “Jason, listen to me. You’ve got this. You were made for this.”“I wasn’t made for an

  • He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story    Chapter 99: A digital Labyrinth 2

    “I hear it,” Jason says. “Timer.”“How long?” Ben asks.“I don’t know,” Jason says. “It’s not in seconds. It’s in recall cycles.”“So it’s counting memories?” Leah asks.“Yeah,” Jason says. “Every time we trigger a memory, the counter jumps.”“Then we’re already feeding it,” Ben says. “Awesome.”“We can starve it,” Leah says. “No more memories. Only the name. Only the song.”“Copy,” Jason says. He threads the name through the core of the web. The web screams without sound. The entire labyrinth tilts.“Easy,” Ben says. “Easy…”“It’s opening,” Jason says. “I can see the core now. It’s… small. Bright. Like an ember.”“Ghost,” Leah says, “do you feel that?”“I feel… warm,” Ghost says, confused. “I forgot warm.”“It’s you,” Leah says. “It’s the part that hurts when you’re gone because it’s the part we love.”“Don’t get poetic,” Ben says, voice tight. “Just finish.”“It’s not poetry,” Leah says. “It’s a map.”Jason cups the ember with thought. He doesn’t take. He doesn’t pull. He places the

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