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Chapter 7: The Fake Fiancé

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-01-30 20:20:30
My Manhattan penthouse usually felt like a sanctuary. Tonight, it was a war room.

Suitcases sprawled across the floor. My closet was half-empty. Leo sat cross-legged on the carpet, packing his miniature backpack with his tablet, a Rubik’s cube, and the little signal-blocking toy we’d built together on a rainy day last month—nothing fancy, just a fun project.

I stood by the window, staring at the contract signed by Kael Blackwood. My fingers trembled slightly.

Going back to the Moon Pack wasn’t a
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    The obsidian hand lunged, devouring the space between the screen and the boy's throat. High-frequency tectonic shrieks tore through the Grand Hall, vibrating through my stone calves as the silver-mercury conduits beneath my throne bled a violent, terminal red. I threw my weight forward, desperate to tear the air from the room, but the 14-B slaving protocol clamped my consciousness to the bedrock. I remained a geological anchor, forced to watch a ghost of raw code snatch my son."Mommy!" Leo’s gold-scarred fingers clawed at the smoke. His sovereign static sputtered, failing to gain purchase against the Watchers’ frequency. The gold in his eyes flickered like a dying star gasping in a vacuum.The hall fractured.[ADMINISTRATOR OVERRIDE: SECTOR SEVEN BREACH][PRIORITY: HUMAN REFUGEE SECTOR RIOT][SYSTEM ADVISORY: LIFE SUPPORT CRITICAL]Kael slammed the data into my neural network. The image of the obsidian hand dissolved as the moni

  • Replaced by His First Love   Chapter 317 The Ghost in the Heart

    The obsidian smoke hand shredded the screen's edge, a limb of shifting ash plunging into the silver-mercury conduits beneath my throne. Fingers elongated into jagged needles of terminal code. They scraped against the structural integrity of my thoughts, seeking the pulse.A cold violation drove like a spike of frozen quicksilver into my petrified lungs. The 14-B virus ignored the Moonstone shell, hunting the biological ghost still flickering in my quartz heart.*Ga-chi. Ga-chi.*The grinding sound echoed within my marrow. Through the city’s optical sensors, I watched the smoke hand wrap around Leo’s throat. My son’s eyes leaked silver static. His small frame flickered as the virus attempted to un-write his physical presence.A digital shriek erupted in my mind—raw, pixelated, drowning out the city's rhythmic hum. The central terminal flared a necrotic violet as the blue waveform of the Administrator vanished under a tide of red-ink

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    The smoke-claws didn’t just touch the monitor; they rewrote the physics of the glass, turning the reinforced screen into a liquid portal of necrotic shadow. I felt the intrusion hit my stone ribs before the hand even cleared the frame—a jagged, high-frequency violation that tasted of the Second Prime’s lingering spite.Leo’s fingers, slick with the soot and blood of the bay, slipped from the copper stitch on my chest as the gravitational anchor of the Grand Hall buckled. He was thrown backward, his small frame skidding across the obsidian floorboards toward the kneeling Alphas. The iron shard he carried clattered against the basalt, a lonely, metallic sound lost in the rising roar of the void.“Administrator… lockdown!” I projected through the mercury lines, my consciousness a fraying wire sparking against the cold dark of the server room.Kael didn't answer. His digital waveform on the central monitor was being devoure

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