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The storm had not passed—it had only grown quieter, crouching in the darkness like a predator waiting to pounce. Outside the penthouse windows, the city swam in the blurred sheen of rain, each neon light stretched into ribbons by the wet glass. Savannah stood in the living room, bare feet pressing into the rug, her reflection a ghost hovering in the pane.Behind her, Colton’s presence was a tide—silent but impossible to ignore. She felt him before she heard him, the steady draw of his breath, the unhurried way he moved as if the room belonged to him entirely, as if she were only a flicker inside it.“You’re trembling,” he said, voice low, almost conversational. Yet every syllable coiled tight around her like a loop of wire.“I’m not,” she lied.The reflection betrayed her, the faint quiver in her shoulders, the way her hands curled and uncurled. She wanted to ask if he knew—if he had always known—about the way her body reacted to him, the way her fear and longing seemed to share the s
The Billionaire's Hidden Vows Chapter 144
The laboratory smelled faintly of ozone and old antiseptic, a sterile coldness that clung to the tongue. Rhett stood before the terminal, eyes scanning lines of code that pulsed across the screen like the heartbeat of a machine. The dim, blue glow cast hollows in his face, deepening the shadows under his eyes.Subject E0 lay motionless in the containment cradle beyond the glass. Her skin was pale as candlewax, her lashes resting like fragile threads against her cheeks. To anyone else, she would have seemed inert—sleeping, harmless. But Rhett knew better.The data logs whispered secrets in a language only someone like him could understand: emotional override protocols, embedded deep within her neural mapping. Lines of cold architecture disguised as compassion—commands that could trigger trust, fear, longing, even grief. They weren’t learned emotions. They were written.A chill climbed his spine as the implications unfolded. Whoever controlled E0 wouldn’t need persuasion. They wouldn’t
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The cryo-facility did not simply feel cold.It felt ancient.The air was thin, stripped of scent, as though even time had been filtered out of it. Frost crawled thick over the walls, catching and refracting the low, unnatural blue light so that every ridge glittered like a knife-edge. Delaney’s footprints from hours ago remained perfectly intact, each one cupped in a fragile glaze of ice, as if the room had preserved her intrusion the way a tomb preserves the first trespass.Savannah’s breath appeared in front of her face in slow, ghost-like curls. The sound of it seemed too loud here, as though the frost could hear. And then—she saw her.At first, her mind rejected what it knew, clinging to rational labels—reflection, hallucination, mirror-trick—but the illusion would not hold. This was no cousin, no variant born of genetic drift. It was her. The same features, the same bone structure, even the same faint scar at the brow… and yet stripped of the softness that years and human experie
The Billionaire's Hidden Vows Chapter 142
The rain had returned in violent sheets that night, hammering the glass of the penthouse windows until it sounded like claws dragging for entry. Beyond the glass, the city was an indistinct smear of lights drowning in gray. Inside, the air felt denser than the storm—charged, metallic, and faintly warm in a way that suggested hidden machinery was breathing alongside them. Savannah had the distinct, uneasy sense that the shadows were not static, that the faint hum in the walls was not just power lines but some older, listening presence.Colton stood before her, his hair damp from the balcony, droplets running in slow rivulets along the line of his jaw before darkening the collar of his shirt. He had said nothing for several minutes, and though Savannah recognized the deliberate weight of his silence, she found herself speaking into it anyway, as though it might choke her if she didn’t.“You think I shouldn’t look?” she asked.“I think you’ve never seen the cost of looking too deep,” he
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The light in the studio was brittle—the kind of winter light that didn’t spill so much as slice, cutting through the frost-clouded windows in slanted blades. It caught in the motes of dust that hung suspended, giving the air a faint shimmer, as if the entire room were trapped inside a snow globe that someone had forgotten to shake.Eva sat cross-legged on the scuffed wooden floor, her small frame folded in on itself, her knees like sharp wings beneath the paint-stained cotton of her dress. Her fingers were streaked in umber and soot-black, her brush moving in fits and starts. The strokes were erratic, almost frenzied—but not careless. There was intent here, a private rhythm, as though the painting wasn’t being made for anyone in this world.Savannah stood in the doorway, her shoulder leaning against the frame. The air smelled of linseed oil and old varnish, but beneath that she caught something else—something metallic and clean, the scent of frost breaking on cold steel. It crawled al
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The storm had been crawling over the coastline since afternoon, its swollen belly of clouds bruised purple and gunmetal gray. By nightfall, it had broken over the vineyard with a roar that seemed to shake the bones of the house itself.Savannah stood at the tall, rain-lashed windows of the estate’s library, the room lit only by the fire’s low, restless glow. Beyond the glass, the vineyard rows were swallowed in a curtain of water, the horizon erased entirely—only a pale gray sheet where land and sky might once have met.She wrapped her arms around herself, though the air wasn’t cold so much as oppressive, the kind of damp that seeped into the lungs. Every groan of the old house under the wind sounded like a warning.She was waiting. Not for a person, exactly, but for an answer. The call Jaxon had promised. The truth that had been circling her life like a vulture for weeks.Somewhere in the kitchen wing, a shutter banged loose, the sound like a hand pounding against the wall. The storm
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