All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex-husband Won't Call It Quit: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Underground Bunker – Coleman Manor Ruins – 2:47 AM The backup server's hologram flickered, casting eerie blue light over the charred remnants of what had once been Michael Coleman's private study. The fire that had consumed Coleman Manor six months ago had been thorough—federal investigators had found nothing but ash and twisted metal. But thirty feet below the ruins, in a bunker that existed on no blueprints and in no municipal records, the true heart of Michael's empire still pulsed with malevolent life.The man in the shadows moved with practiced precision through the sterile chamber, his fingers dancing across holographic interfaces that materialized at his touch. He was unremarkable in every way—medium height, forgettable features, the kind of face that disappeared in a crowd. Which was precisely why Michael had chosen him. Dr. Elias Thorne had been the Coleman family physician for twenty years, had signed death certificates and birth certificates with equal dispassion, had kep

Coleman Manor Ruins – Midnight The hidden elevator descended into the earth with the grinding persistence of geological time, its reinforced steel cables singing hymns of tension as they carried Griffin and Eli deeper into the bowels of what had once been their childhood home. The shaft hadn't appeared on any of the architectural surveys conducted after the fire—it existed in the liminal space between official blueprints and nightmare reality, accessible only through a concealed entrance hidden beneath the ruins of Michael's wine cellar.Griffin and Eli stood back-to-back in the cramped elevator car, weapons drawn, their enhanced senses straining against the oppressive darkness that seemed to press in from all sides. The air tasted of recycled atmosphere and electrical ozone, processed through filtration systems that had been running autonomously for months despite the destruction above. That alone should have been impossible—the manor's power grid had been severed when the building

Bunker Control Room – 00:23 HoursMichael poured whiskey into a crystal glass—his first act in his new body—the amber liquid catching the harsh light of the control room's monitors. The Macallan 25, a bottle he'd been saving for a special occasion. What could be more special than resurrection? The glass trembled slightly in his grip; his motor control wasn't perfect yet, the neural pathways still forming new connections between synthetic thought and borrowed flesh.The control room stretched before them like the bridge of some impossible starship, banks of monitors displaying data streams from around the globe. Heart rates, sleep patterns, stress indicators—the vital signs of seventy-three hybrid children reduced to glowing metrics on screens. The technology was beautiful in its complexity, elegant in its reach, terrifying in its implications."Join me," Michael said, turning to face his sons with the glass raised in mock toast. "Not as pawns. As partners."The offer hung in the recyc

Smoldering Ruins of Coleman Manor – Dawn The fire crews hadn't arrived yet, though smoke signals from the explosion must have been visible for miles across the Hudson Valley. The acrid scent of melted electronics mixed with charred oak and marble dust, creating a toxic perfume that would linger in Griffin's nostrils for weeks. Dawn light filtered through the haze, painting everything in sepia tones that made the destruction look like a photograph from some distant war.Smoke curled from the wreckage in lazy spirals as Griffin and Eli stood at the edge of what had once been Coleman Manor's east wing—now a crater twenty feet deep and twice as wide. The bunker's self-destruct sequence had been more thorough than even Michael's paranoid specifications had anticipated. Nothing remained of the underground facility except twisted steel beams and puddles of glass that had once been quantum processors."You think he's really gone this time?" Eli asked, kicking a chunk of shattered concrete t

Cliffside Overlook – Midnight Eli didn't knock. The door to Griffin's quarters exploded inward under the impact of his steel-toed boot, the reinforced polymer frame splintering like kindling. He crossed the room in three strides, hauled Griffin out of bed by his shirt collar, and dragged him through the stronghold's corridors before the younger man could fully process what was happening."You're a shit liar," Eli growled as they reached the platform's edge, where forty-foot waves crashed against the support pillars with enough force to make the entire structure shudder. "Always have been. Even when you were ten years old and trying to convince me you hadn't hacked into the Pentagon's classified files."Below them, the Atlantic roared with primal fury, the storm system Griffin had been tracking finally making its presence known. Wind whipped across the platform with enough velocity to make standing upright a challenge, and the spray from the waves below left everything slick with sal