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Chapter 170

Author: Eric Parsley
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 16:07:47

The morning after the harvest festival, the air in the grove felt heavy—not with the sweetness of apples, but with a metallic, ozone-thick static that made the hair on Leo’s arms stand up. He had woken before dawn, pulled toward the orchard by a rhythmic pulsing he felt in his very marrow.

He found the apple he had dropped. It wasn't rotting. It wasn't being eaten by insects. It had turned into a Data-Fruit.

The skin of the apple was now a translucent, shimmering gold. Inside the flesh, tiny fi
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  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 171

    The air in the orchard turned a thick, bruised violet. Every golden apple was now a terminal, and the download was a torrent of data that the organic trees weren't designed to hold. Leo stood at the center of the grove, his feet anchored in the mud, feeling the "Symmetry" of the high-orbit stasis pods flooding the root system."They're coming through!" Meilin shouted, her moon-ghost eyes flashing with silver static. She was pressed against a massive oak, her hands glowing as she tried to "Encrypt" the bark. "Leo, it’s not just data. It’s Consciousness. They’re using the trees as biological bodies!"As the silver beams from the Harvester ship locked onto the orchard, the trees began to distort. The bark of the ancient apple trees didn't just grow; it shifted into the shapes of human faces. Knotted wood formed the high cheekbones of forgotten CEOs; weeping willow branches braided themselves into the long, flowing hair of Elite socialites.The orchard was no longer a source of food. It w

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 170

    The morning after the harvest festival, the air in the grove felt heavy—not with the sweetness of apples, but with a metallic, ozone-thick static that made the hair on Leo’s arms stand up. He had woken before dawn, pulled toward the orchard by a rhythmic pulsing he felt in his very marrow.He found the apple he had dropped. It wasn't rotting. It wasn't being eaten by insects. It had turned into a Data-Fruit.The skin of the apple was now a translucent, shimmering gold. Inside the flesh, tiny fibers of indigo light—identical to the glass that had once claimed Leo’s arm—were weaving themselves into a complex, three-dimensional circuit."It’s not growing, Leo," Meilin said, stepping out from the morning mist. She was holding a scanner salvaged from the Ark, its screen flickering with erratic red waves. "It’s rendering. The Atmos-Core isn't just cleaning the air anymore. It’s using the biological matter of the valley as a hard drive."The Anatomy of the TransmutationLeo knelt, his hand h

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 169

    The morning air in the valley was thick and sweet, a physical weight that tasted of pine resin and damp clover. Leo stood in the center of the orchard he had planted with Elian, his fingers—now entirely flesh and bone—tracing the rough bark of a young apple tree. It had been six months since the Fall of the Originators, and the Earth was reclaiming the "New Symmetry" ruins with a hunger that was both beautiful and terrifying.Vines of vibrant, bioluminescent jasmine had draped themselves over the rusted titanium spires, turning the symbols of corporate coldness into flowering trellises.Leo reached up and plucked a heavy, red fruit. He didn't check it for "Symmetry" or "Optimization." He simply bit into it. The juice was tart, real, and messy."Is it sweet?"Leo turned to see Meilin standing at the edge of the grove. She was wearing a simple tunic made of woven Ark fibers, her hair tied back with a strip of leather. She no longer glowed with the silver light of a digital ghost, but th

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 168

    The Eschaton groaned under the weight of Elian’s green ivy. The obsidian ship, once a symbol of universal entropy, was being suffocated by the sheer, unoptimized will of the Earth’s biomass. The Architects stood frozen, their liquid-light robes dimming as the boy’s touch introduced a "biological corruption" they couldn't calculate."System Error," the Lead Architect intoned, its face a blur of static. "The 'Son' variable has bypassed the firewall. Initiating Planetary Factory Reset in T-minus sixty seconds."The air around Leo and Meilin began to hum with a high-pitched, lethal frequency. The ground started to turn translucent, the mud and the grass fading into the grey, hexagonal grid of the original simulation. The Originators weren't just leaving; they were deleting the laboratory."Leo!" Meilin cried out. Her silver, ghostly form was flickering violently. Because she was merged with the Atmos-Core, the "Reset" was tearing her apart. "The frequency... it’s de-syncing the atoms! Eve

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 167

    The ship descending from the stars did not look like technology. It looked like a fracture in reality—a massive, obsidian monolith that absorbed the newly returned sunlight, casting a shadow so cold it turned the dew on the hyper-grown vines into jagged ice. This was the Eschaton, the vessel of the architects who had seeded the Thorne and Vance bloodlines as a centuries-long stress test for the human soul.Leo stood on the ridge, his indigo glass arm humming with a violent, protective resonance. Beside him, Meilin was no longer breathing. Her form was a shimmering silhouette of silver data, her feet hovering inches above the scorched rock."They aren't here for the survivors, Leo," Meilin said, her voice sounding like the chime of distant stars. "They're here to harvest the 'Resolution.' They want the data of our sacrifice."The Anatomy of the OriginatorsAs the monolith touched down on the valley floor, the hyper-grown forest didn't just bend; it dissolved. The vibrant green vines tu

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 166

    Leo looked down at his right hand. The indigo crystallization was no longer a slow creep; it was a rhythmic pulse. The translucent glass was hard, cold, and hummed with the same sub-sonic frequency as the Atmos-Core. Every time his heart beat, the glass climbed another millimeter up his forearm, replacing muscle and vein with a shimmering, data-dense lattice."Leo..." Meilin’s voice was a ragged breath. she reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from the indigo surface. "What is this? What did the merge do to you?""I’m the grounding wire, Meilin," Leo said, his voice sounding distant, as if he were speaking from the bottom of a well. "The planet’s new heart needs a regulator. If it’s not a ghost in the machine... it has to be me."He looked at Elian, who had stopped ten feet away. The boy’s eyes were wide, reflecting the blue sky and the terrifying transformation of his father. The "Billionaire eyes" were gone, replaced by the raw, unshielded fear of a child."Don't come close

  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 33

    The journey to Aethelgard—the Thorne family’s private island off the coast of Newfoundland—was a grueling twelve-hour transit in a muffled military-grade transport plane.When the wheels touched down on the rusted, overgrown runway, the world felt different. There were no skyscrapers, no paparazzi,

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  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 30

    The St. Regis Ballroom was not a place for parties; it was a cathedral for power. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and the cold, metallic tang of old money. Gold-leafed columns reached toward a ceiling painted with frescoes of forgotten kings, while the "Council of Five Families" sat on a

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  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 34

    The smell of burning vellum was acrid and thick, stinging Elara’s lungs as the fire took hold of her father’s journal. The orange glow danced in Lucian’s gray eyes—eyes that usually held the cold calculation of a billionaire, but now held only the desperate hope of a father."It’s gone," Elara whis

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  • Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex   Chapter 36

    The laboratory aboard The Trench was a chaotic symphony of humming centrifuges and glowing holographic displays. Unlike the pristine, clinical labs at Thorne Tower, this place smelled of ozone, burnt sugar, and desperation.Elara stood before a glass-walled containment unit, her eyes bloodshot. She

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