All Chapters of under his control : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ava pov The sound of the door locking behind her echoed like a final breath. Ava stood frozen, her hand still trembling where the clone had touched her. His palm had been warm but something in the warmth felt wrong. Too still. Too steady. The room was sterile, white walls pulsing faintly with light, as if the entire space was alive. The clone Liam, or what looked like him turned to face her. His eyes were calm, his breathing even. “It’s over now,” he said softly. “You’re safe.” She stepped back, shaking her head. “Safe? From what?” He smiled faintly, almost pitying her. “From the chaos. From the pain. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Not even… him.” Ava’s chest tightened. Him. “You’re not him,” she said. The clone tilted his head, studying her face. “Then tell me, Ava. Who am I?” Her voice caught. She wanted to tell the truth she felt deep in her bones but everything around her was designed to confuse. She could hear Victoria’s faint voice over the intercom, giving instruc

Liam POV The sound of her voice was like the crack of a whip in the frozen air. It didn’t sound human anymore. It was distorted, rasping, touched with something mechanical as if death itself had learned to speak through her. Ava’s grip on his arm tightened until her knuckles whitened. Liam pushed himself up despite the sharp pain in his ribs. He wanted to stand between Ava and the shadow now stepping through the fractured doorway of the submersible. Victoria emerged slowly. The ice caught her light and made her shimmer like glass. Her hair was gone, her skin burned and rebuilt in patches. Parts of her face looked human; others were laced with metal and translucent synthetic tissue. Her eyes were no longer the color of life; they glowed faint blue, cold as the sea around them. “You should have died,” Liam said quietly. She smiled, the expression strange on her half-metal mouth. “I did. You just never learned how to bury ghosts properly.” Ava’s voice trembled with fury. “You des

Liam POV The sound started as a distant murmur, then grew into a deep, guttural rumble that made the glacier tremble beneath their boots. Liam pulled Ava back from the cracking edge, his pulse racing as fissures splintered outward in all directions. The ground heaved like a living thing, and from the depths came a strange, rhythmic vibration like the slow, measured beat of a colossal heart. Snow and ice cascaded around them, wind howling in wild spirals. Ava clung to his arm, her eyes wide with something he hadn’t seen in her since the earliest days of their war, pure, unfiltered fear. “Liam,” she whispered, barely audible over the roaring wind, “it’s alive.” He didn’t want to believe it. But as he looked out across the frozen expanse, where the blue light snaked across the ice like veins of molten glass, he knew she was right. Whatever Victoria had built wasn’t just a weapon, it was a network. And now, it was waking up. Ava stumbled as another tremor shook the ground. Liam tig

Liam POV For a long while, there was nothing but the echo of his own heartbeat and the faint hiss of melting ice. The air was still heavy with ozone, and the metallic tang of blood lingered on his tongue. He could taste the aftershock of what had just happened. The core chamber lay in ruins, walls split open, wires sparking faintly in the dark. Ava stood a few feet away, her eyes reflecting the dim blue glow that pulsed from the ground like a dying star. She had whispered it just before the silence came. She’s still here. Liam’s heart sank. He didn’t need her to explain. He could feel it too the low vibration beneath their feet, faint but steady, as if the heart of the city had refused to die. He moved toward her carefully, afraid to break the stillness. “Ava,” he said softly, his voice cracked and rough, “we have to get out of here before it collapses completely.” She didn’t answer. Her gaze was fixed on the floor where cracks of light still bled through the metal. Her expressi

Liam POV The first thing Liam felt was warmth, an impossible kind of warmth, cutting through the frost like sunrise after years of winter. When he opened his eyes, the world had changed. The mountains that once loomed white and lifeless were streaked with veins of glowing red. The snow had melted into glassy pools that reflected the light like liquid fire. For a moment, he thought it was just dawn but then he saw it pulsing, rhythmic and alive. Not dawn. Not fire. Something is waking up. Ava was beside him, one hand clutching his coat, the other pressed to her stomach. Her face was pale, her hair damp with sweat and melted frost. But her eyes still carried that wild, stubborn light that had pulled him through everything. “Is it morning?” she asked, her voice hoarse. He didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t. The sky above wasn’t blue, it was tinted the same red that bled through the valley below. And from somewhere deep in the ice, that low hum had returned. Softer this time.