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Chapter 34: His Rules
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 107: Not Perfectly
The days blurred, not from speed but from stillness. No alarms. No transmissions crackling through the quiet. Just the slow pulse of normal life trying to remember itself. Callum and I built a rhythm out of simple things—repairs, walks along the cliffs, salvaging old tech from the shoreline. The house we’d found was crumbling, but we liked it that way. We patched it up, brick by brick, and let the rest stay wild.The world outside was learning. Frequencies that once pierced the sky with warnings now hummed low and curious. Drones that used to scan for anomalies drifted like forgotten kites, their protocols overwritten by new harmonics. We were no longer targets. We were ghosts of an old system, living in a new one.But peace is never passive. It’s something you choose. Every day. And I could feel something pulling again.It started with the dreams.They weren’t visions. Not like before. No glyphs or chanting. Just presence. A quiet awareness that someone—or something—was watching, wai
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 106: It was peaceful
The flight back from Site Thirteen had the quiet finality of something sacred just concluded. But peace, we would learn, was always temporary. We were halfway across the archipelago when Raven picked up the signal.It wasn’t a distress beacon. It wasn’t anything from the old networks.It was a tone.Low. Piercing. Familiar.Kira bolted upright from sleep before the rest of us even registered it. Her eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking.No.Raven’s fingers raced across the console. It’s coming from the submerged arrays near Delta Verge. That place was quarantined fifty years ago. They said it was sinking.They lied, Kira whispered. Or someone woke it up.Callum leaned over, scanning the data. That frequency... Athena, it’s matching your imprint from the Merge.I felt it too. A resonance like a memory clawing its way out of my chest. A tether, freshly cut, now fraying and alive with static.We rerouted toward Delta Verge without even discussing it.The closer we flew, the heavier the
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 105: Scare me again
The trip to Site Thirteen took six days, most of them over ocean, skimming low in our scout flier to avoid the fragmented orbital grids that still blinked and sparked with old defense routines. Raven flew with precision born of muscle memory and caution, her fingers always brushing the nav-console like it might snap out of existence if she let go.Kira slept through most of it. Not from exhaustion exactly, but something quieter. Like her mind was focused somewhere else—communing with frequencies none of us could hear. She’d scribble sometimes in her journal, diagrams that looked less like drawings and more like equations written in a forgotten geometry.Callum stayed beside me, shoulders brushing in silence. We didn’t need to speak often. His presence was enough. Steady. Unshaken. But I saw the way he watched the horizon when he thought I wasn’t looking. He knew, as I did, that this wasn’t just another relay point. Site Thirteen was a hinge. Whatever happened there could swing the ent
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 104: Seekers
The days after Theta Nine were slower, like time itself had taken a breath with us. Emberfield remained quiet—not in fear this time, but in reverence. As if the town could sense that something old and slumbering had stirred beneath the earth. Something watching. Waiting.But even in stillness, life pressed forward.We fixed the broken panels on the listening tower’s upper array, patched the biodome’s filtration seams, and resumed Kira’s scans—now not to find anything hidden in her, but to understand what was freely blossoming. Her drawings became more abstract, shifting from towers and roots to spirals and constellations that matched nothing in our skies. She wasn’t afraid of them. Neither were we.Mostly.Callum started cooking again. It wasn’t good—he still burned the rice and used way too much spice—but it was his quiet way of anchoring us. Every night he’d make something questionable, and every night we’d sit around the long table in the main hall, passing plates and half-smiling.
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 103: Rebuilding
Emberfield breathed differently now. Slower. Freer. Like a city exhaling after years of bracing for war.Kira slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No more thrashing, no more sudden jolts upright or whispered apologies to someone only she could see. When I passed her room in the mornings, I’d sometimes catch her sitting by the window, sketching. Always with charcoal. Always towers or roots or stars. But she was drawing for herself again, not because something inside her demanded it.Callum and I spent our time rebuilding. Not the walls—they were strong—but the spirit of the town. We reopened the listening tower. Recalibrated the solar nets. Raven organized a patrol rotation that actually allowed people to rest. People started smiling again. Just a little. Just enough.But peace didn’t mean forgetting.It was three weeks after the fire when the dreams came to me.They weren’t like Kira’s—no whispers, no luring fog or promises stitched in static. Mine were colder. Clearer
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 102: Worth saving
The next morning brought fog.Thick and silencing, it rolled over Emberfield like a hand pressing gently over a mouth—warning, not suffocating. A prelude. The kind of quiet that precedes a scream.I dressed quickly, pulling on the reinforced boots Callum had modified last winter, then shrugged on the weathered jacket with the stitched raven insignia. I didn’t even realize it until later, but I’d grabbed his. It smelled like him—cinder, pine, and the faint metallic tang of old circuitry.Callum was already in the courtyard with Raven and Eli, scanning the latest feeds. His back was straight, shoulders squared, but I could see the weight pulling at him.We locked eyes as I approached.“She moved again,” he said.“North?”He nodded. “Three clicks past the Black Pine Wall. The drones didn’t even catch her. We only knew because Kira woke screaming.”“Same dream?”“No,” Raven cut in, her voice sharper than usual. “This time she saw a building. A tower. Burned-out, crumbling, but still stand
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 101: Never stop loving you
I didn’t sleep that night.Not because of fear—though it curled at the edge of my thoughts like smoke—but because Callum held me, and I couldn’t bear to let go. We lay in silence, our fingers intertwined beneath the blanket, our bodies close beneath the old solar-thermal canopy we had cobbled together in the earliest days of Emberfield.Outside, the valley held its breath. Somewhere below, the tech team was scrambling to trace the signal. Raven had locked herself in the command outpost. Kira had fallen into a fitful, whispered sleep, murmuring to herself in languages she hadn’t spoken in years.But here, in our little red-doored home at the edge of the world, Callum’s heartbeat was steady. Grounding. Human.“I thought she was gone,” I whispered into the dark.He didn’t ask who I meant. He knew.“Sometimes the past doesn’t stay buried,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean it gets to define you.”I turned my face into his chest. “What if it defines her?”Kira.Callum exhaled slowly, his han
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 100: Anchor
We called it Emberfield.The name came from a half-burned signpost near the northern ridge, where wild poppies had begun to grow again. Raven said it was too poetic. I told her that’s exactly why we needed it.It started with a single shelter—a salvaged supply depot retrofitted into a central hall. We slept there for weeks while volunteers rebuilt the outposts surrounding the valley. Engineers came from Calderon, traders from the Free Zone, even two old Resistance pilots who had faked their deaths and vanished into the cloud jungles. Everyone wanted a new start.Callum and I carved a space at the edge of the settlement. Not far from Kira, not too close to the hub. A cottage, if you could call it that. Timber and steel walls, solar-thermal roof, a wide window that overlooked the basin.He hung the first door with his own hands. I painted it red.“Red?” he asked, smirking.“For defiance,” I told him.He kissed my forehead. “Then red it is.”We had three months of peace. Real peace.Kira
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 99: We did it
We stayed at Tiern’s Watch longer than we should have.The girl—codenamed Kira in the decrypted files—remained unconscious, tethered to salvaged medical rigs and biofeedback loops Raven rigged from Resistance scraps. Her vitals were steady, but she was more machine than child—at least for now.Callum rarely left her side.I watched him sometimes through the reinforced glass, his tall frame silhouetted by blinking lights and the endless white of the mountains outside. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his voice was low, careful, almost reverent. Like he was talking to the ghost of who he might’ve been if Eidolon hadn’t taken everything.“She doesn’t deserve this,” he murmured one night, his eyes never leaving Kira’s face. “None of them did.”“You included,” I said softly from the doorway.He didn’t respond right away. Just kept watching the girl, her chest rising and falling in rhythmic pulses.“I made choices,” he said eventually.I stepped inside. “So did I. We all did. But what
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