Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The wind howled like a wounded beast as the chopper sliced through the night sky, cutting above the storm-drenched landscape of Eastern Europe. Below, the mountains loomed cold, silent witnesses to secrets long buried beneath the earth.Inside the aircraft, Scarlett sat strapped in her harness, her face hidden behind a black tactical helmet. Her fingers were gloved but trembling slightly, not from fear but from memory. Each mile they crossed dragged her closer to a past she had tried to bury.Sebastian sat across from her, his gaze locked on her through the dim cabin light. Damien checked their weapons, speaking into the comms with their pilot, issuing clearance codes that only a ghost operation like Orbis would still recognize."We're almost at the coordinates," the pilot crackled through the headset. "Two clicks north of the original drop zone. No visible threats, but the system’s giving me intermittent radar interference.”“EMP pulses,” Damien muttered, strapping on his sidearm. “S

The quiet didn’t last.For a few days, Scarlett allowed herself the illusion of peace. She went on walks with Sebastian through the Prague streets, bought fresh bread from corner markets, and felt the weight of the world lift molecule by molecule from her shoulders.But it never left completely.Not really.Every time she closed her eyes, she still saw Seraphina’s face.Every time she touched Sebastian’s hand, she remembered the blood on her own.It was remote. Arctic. Nothing but steel walls and silence. A digital hum pulsed through the air like a mechanical heartbeat.Inside, a figure stood before the glass watching something, someone.Her.Suspended in a vertical pod, wires embedded in what was left of the synthetic flesh, Seraphina’s eyes flickered. The glass fogged with her breathproof of something no one had ever planned for:She was evolving."98% neural recovery," the technician murmured. “This shouldn’t be happening. She was locked.”“She was learning,” the man in the shadows

The Siberian wind howled outside the facility, screaming like a ghost mourning the resurrection within. Inside, heat hissed through the vents, fighting off the bitter cold as the lights flickered above Scarlett, Sebastian, and Damien. They moved as onebsilent, precise, deadly.Scarlett’s gloved hand tightened around the biometric scanner as they passed the second firewall gate. Beyond it lay the underground lab that birthed something never meant to exist.Something that bore her face.“Thermal readings show movement ahead,” Damien said, watching the pulsing screen on his tablet. “She’s awake. And she’s not alone.”They stepped into a steel corridor, echoing with the low hum of machines and something else an eerie melody, as if a child were humming softly in the distance.Sebastian exchanged a look with Scarlett. “Do you hear that?”Scarlett nodded. Her voice was barely a breath. “She’s waiting.”Seraphina stood at the heart of the facility, barefoot, bathed in pale blue light. Her eye

Damien’s car screeched to a halt in front of the penthouse. He didn’t wait for the valet. He stormed through the glass doors, ignoring the surprised greetings from the doorman and security. His mind was racing, each thought a dagger."Override. Emotional threshold breach. Project Mirage wasn’t just a clone t was a trap. A beautifully coded time bomb."The elevator felt too slow, the walls too narrow. As soon as the doors parted, he rushed out.Sebastian opened the door before Damien could knock. He was shirtless, his expression groggy and confused. Scarlett stood behind him in a robe, her hair tousled, her eyes wide.“Damien?” Sebastian’s voice was laced with concern. “What the hell....?”Damien barged in, tossing a file onto the coffee table. “We need to talk. Now.”Scarlett stepped forward, tense. “What is it?”Damien turned to her slowly, reluctant. “It’s about Seraphina.”The name alone drained the color from Scarlett’s face.“She’s not just a clone,” Damien continued, voice sharp

The rain fell harder, wind whipping across the docks like angry spirits. Inside the dim warehouse, the air was thick with tension. Shadows danced on rusted beams as flickering floodlights overhead cast a sickly hue across Navarro’s gathered men.From his hidden vantage point above, crouched atop an iron catwalk, Damien observed every movement. His heart was a steady drumbeat in his chest, eyes locked on Seraphina the girl they once knew, now standing like a phantom beside Navarro, cold and unreadable.She didn’t blink.Didn’t shift.Didn’t breathe like a human anymore.Her face was an unsettling mask of calm, but Damien could see the slight tremor in her fingers. The override was nearing its final stage. She was hanging by threads.“Seraphina…” he murmured under his breath, barely a whisper. He needed to reach her before Navarro gave the final command before the override took full control.From his earpiece, Elena’s voice came through, quiet but sharp.“Damien, you’ve got three gu