All Chapters of RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The command center froze. The frantic shouts, the blaring alarms—it all faded into a dull roar beneath the chilling, telepathic voice echoing in my skull. We have come for the Catalyst.They weren't here for our world. They were here for my daughter.On the main screen, the featureless being in the penthouse tilted its head. Its smooth, ovoid surface rippled, and then it simply… wasn't there. It didn't walk, didn't vanish in a flash. It ceased to occupy the space, as if it had been edited out of reality."Where did it go?" Marcus yelled, spinning around, his weapon raised as if it could possibly help.A proximity alarm shrieked. Right behind us.I spun, clutching Lina to my chest.It stood at the far end of the command center, having rematerialized without a sound. The air around it warped and shimmered, a localized distortion that made the consoles behind it look like melting wax. The low, crystalline hum emanating from it was a physical pressure against my skin.>The Catalyst. You w

The geometric scar on the wasteland glowed on the screen, a cold, patient eye staring back at us. Seventy-two hours. It wasn't a threat; it was a schedule. They were giving us time to be afraid.There was no fear left in Jeff's eyes. Only a cold, focused fire. The collapse after the battle had burned away the last of his godhood, leaving behind a core of tempered steel. He was weak, propped up in the medical bed, but his mind was a fortress, already building walls against an enemy we couldn't see."We can't fight them here," he said, his voice raspy but clear. "The city is a target. A cage. We need to be mobile. We need to meet them on their chosen ground, but on our terms.""Mobile?" Marcus asked, skepticism warring with the need to believe in a solution. "With what? Our ground transports? Against something that phases through reality?""Not our transports," Jeff said, his gaze turning inward, accessing a memory, a blueprint. "*His* transport."A cold understanding dawned on me. "The

The silence in the transformed bridge was profound. The air, once cold and metallic, now hummed with a warm, organic energy. The Ouroboros was no longer a dead relic; it was a living cathedral, its black bones entwined with veins of pulsating, golden light. Lina’s hum had faded, but the new reality she had Conducted hung in the air, a tangible, waiting potential.The army of extradimensional beings had frozen mid-advance. Their smooth, ovoid heads were tilted, their entire forms radiating a palpable confusion. The lead being took another hesitant step back. The sterile, inevitable logic of their invasion had been disrupted by a lullaby.Jeff stood straighter, the cane forgotten. The raw, desperate power he had wielded before was gone, replaced by a fierce, focused wonder. He wasn't fighting the ship anymore; he was listening to it. To her.“She’s not just countering them,” he breathed, his eyes locked on the viewscreen. “She’s… harmonizing. She’s finding a frequency they can’t ignore.

The peace was a living thing. It wasn't the sterile silence of Whitlock's control or the anxious quiet of the bunker. It was the vibrant, humming quiet of a city healing, of people laughing in the streets, of children playing in parks that were once patrolled by Reapers. The garden's energy was no longer a tool or a weapon; it was the city's heartbeat, a warm, golden pulse that promised growth instead of control.Jeff and I found our rhythm in this new world. He didn't retreat to a throne room or a lab. He worked alongside Marcus and Croft, his mind, once focused on empire and then on survival, now dedicated to infrastructure, to irrigation, to building a society that could stand on its own. The shadow of the god was gone, replaced by the quiet satisfaction of a craftsman. He came home to me every evening with dirt under his nails and a light in his eyes I hadn't seen since before the garden.Our home was no longer a gilded cage or a command center. It was just a home. The penthouse w

The hangar doors didn't melt or explode. They unfolded. The reinforced metal didn't shatter; it streamed away into shimmering strands of incoherent data, revealing not the dark, scarred plain outside, but a vortex of swirling, impossible colours. The air itself tore with a sound like a universe being unspooled. This wasn't a ship. It was a wound in the world.Through the tear, a figure stepped into the hangar.It was not like the Curators. It had no form to speak of. It was a walking contradiction, a silhouette of absolute nothingness that somehow radiated a voracious, predatory hunger. Where it stepped, the deck plates didn't dissolve; they were simply negated, erased from existence as if they had never been. It was an eraser, moving through the picture of our reality and wiping it clean.It had no eyes, but its attention was a physical weight, slamming into us and centering on Lina. The psychic scream that had burst from her when I removed the dampener had been a dinner bell.Jeff f