MasukHe divorced her for another woman, not knowing she was carrying his heirs. For three years, Elara was the invisible wife of Lucian Thorne. She warmed his bed, managed his life, and loved him in silence. In return, he gave her cold stares and divorce papers on their anniversary, accusing her of betraying his company. Heartbroken and pregnant, Elara signed the papers and vanished into the night. Five years later, Lucian is the King of Wall Street, but he is haunted by the memory of the wife he discarded. When a mysterious, stunning CEO named "Ella" arrives in the city to acquire a rival company, Lucian is drawn to her. But this isn't the meek Elara he remembers. She is powerful, engaged to a handsome doctor, and she looks at Lucian with nothing but disdain. And she isn't alone—she has two children who look suspiciously like him. When Lucian discovers the truth, he falls to his knees. "Elara, please, come home." She looks down at him and smiles coldly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thorne. My husband is dead to me. You are just a stranger." Can the Billionaire win back the heart he shattered, or is it truly too late?
Lihat lebih banyakThe Mosaic-World had survived the transition into the "Pre-Existence" pocket, but the sky was no longer the familiar blue or the violet of the rifts. It was a pale, shimmering opalescence—the color of an empty page. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and unwritten history.Leo was no longer a man of flesh or a being of solar-fusion. He was a Ghost of Intent, a shimmering outline of a human form pinned to the threshold of reality. He could see his world, he could hear the frantic calls of the Spire, but he could not touch the soil.And he wasn't the only thing that had slipped through the cracks.The Manifestation of the EgoWhile the survivors of the Spire celebrated their sudden, quiet safety, a cold wind began to blow through the Nursery of the Vibrants.The Dark-Leo did not arrive with a fanfare of light. He manifested as a smudge of ink on the white stone floors. He was the "Original Sin"—the embodiment of every selfish impulse, every moment of Thorne-arrogance, and the raw
Leo did not fall through the red rift; he was unwritten.The violet fire of his solar fusion, the obsidian weight of his suit, and even the memories of the Mosaic-World were peeled away like layers of old paint. He arrived in the Pre-Existence—a void so absolute it made the Architects’ Throne Room look like a crowded city. There was no light, no dark, and no gravity. There was only a vast, infinite Canvas of white possibility.In the center of this nothingness sat a figure that was neither geometric nor human. It was a silhouette of shifting ink, a smudge of creative intent that held a quill made of collapsed dimensions.This was the True Designer."The stress-test is complete," the Designer spoke. The voice didn't come from a throat; it was the vibration of a thought forming in the vacuum. "121 iterations of the Vance-Thorne lineage. A million variables of pain, love, and defiance. You are the first 'Anomaly' to reach the inkwell without breaking."The Revelation of the Stress-TestL
The golden geometry of the Architects’ Throne Room didn't just surround Leo; it invaded him. The transition was a violent subtraction of his senses. One moment, he was breathing the ozone-rich air of the Mosaic-Spire, smelling the salt of Meilin’s tears; the next, he was standing in a cathedral of pure, silent math.The Throne Room was a hyper-structure that existed outside of time, a place where the stars looked like tiny, frozen sparks on a vast, dark canvas."Let me back in!" Leo roared, his violet frequency slamming against the golden walls. The sound didn't echo; it was simply absorbed, processed, and neutralized. "You lied! You showed me a tomb!"The central Architect—the one with the shifting, geometric face—didn't move. "We showed you the logical conclusion of your desire. You asked for a world untouched. We gave you a world that can never be changed. Is that not the definition of peace?"The Hall of Shattered MirrorsThe Architect gestured to the surrounding void, and suddenl
The violet glow of Leo’s new form pulsed like a dying star against the cold steel of the Spire. Around him, the air hummed with a terrifying, ionizing heat. He was a raw nerve of the universe, a broadcast of pure existence that threatened to ignite the very atmosphere. Meilin stood just out of reach, her face illuminated by the flickering light of a man she could no longer hold.The tension was snapped not by a sound, but by a sudden, absolute Stillness.The rifts in the sky didn't flicker; they froze. The wind died. The very atoms of the room seemed to lock into a perfect, crystalline lattice. From the center of the deck, the light didn't change—it simply expanded. Three figures materialized, tall and translucent, their bodies composed of shifting equations and golden geometry.The Grand Architects had arrived.The Negotiation of RealityThey did not strike. They did not erase. They simply stood, and the weight of their presence forced everyone—Meilin, Lucian, Aris—to their knees. On
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