All Chapters of He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story : Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

The ground shook beneath their feet. The walls trembled as if the whole chamber was alive, breathing, and ready to tear itself apart. The Neural Nexus Core was no longer just a machine, it was a storm given shape. Its hum grew louder and louder, swelling into a roar so powerful it rattled their bones.In the center of that storm stood Andrew. His face glowed in the blinding light, half angel, half demon. His smile was too wide, too full of triumph and madness.“You see, brother?” he shouted, his voice almost drowned out by the Core’s scream. “This is true power! No more doubts. No more noise. No more voices in my head. Just one will. One mind. Mine!”Jason’s throat tightened. His brother didn’t look human anymore. He looked like something that had already stepped too far into the machine.Before Jason could answer, Leah yanked him to the ground. A jagged bolt of energy tore through the space where he had been standing, ripping the wall behind them into rubble.“He’s not just copying h

"You know what’s funny, Leah?"Jason’s voice came from the window. He didn’t move, didn’t look at her. He just stood there, staring at the city lights below. His arm was in a sling. His shoulders looked heavy, like he was holding up the whole world."We saved everyone," he said. “But it feels like no one even knows. Like we don’t matter.”Leah lifted her head from the couch. She had been sitting there in silence, hugging her knees. The apartment was too quiet. No alarms, no gunfire, no missions. Just the hum of the fridge and cars outside."Jason," she said softly. “Don’t start tonight. Please.”He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Tonight? Leah, this is every night. Ghost is in a coma because of me. My brother is dead or worse, he died as something I made him. And us? What do we have left? No home. No wedding. No normal life.” He turned his head finally, and his eyes looked hollow. “Andrew won. That’s the truth. He won.”Leah stood. Her chest hurt at the sound of his voice. She walked to

“Do you ever think they’ll know?” Leah asked one evening, her voice low as she set two steaming mugs of tea on the kitchen table.Jason looked up from his laptop, the glow from the screen throwing faint shadows across his tired face. “Who? The world?”She slid into the chair across from him, tucking her legs under the table. “Yeah. Everyone out there; people laughing on the streets, arguing about bills, scrolling their phones. Do you think they’ll ever realize just how close they came to losing it all?”Jason gave a faint, tired smile, closing the laptop and pushing it aside. “No. And that’s how it should be. They don’t need to know. We carried that weight so they don’t have to.”Leah studied him for a long moment. The man who once looked like an untouchable CEO now wore the quiet look of someone who had been broken and remade. “Sometimes I hate that answer,” she murmured.His gaze softened. “I know.”The world outside their walls healed in slow motion. Headlines shifted to politics,

The night after the wedding, Jason barely slept.He kept hearing the violin’s last notes in his dreams, the sound bending and breaking into the steady beep, beep, beep of a machine keeping someone alive. Each time he woke, he saw Leah’s face in the shadows, watching him, her hand resting over his heart like she could keep it from racing.By morning, the celebration felt like a dream slipping away. Reality pressed back in.The guests were leaving one by one. Maya hugged Leah tightly at the car, whispering something only she could hear that made Leah wipe her eyes. Ben gave Jason a firm handshake that had none of the shaky nerves he once carried, only quiet respect. Amelia kissed Leah’s forehead before stepping back, her voice calm but final:Amelia: “Enjoy the peace while you can. The world doesn’t hand out days like yesterday often.”Leah: softly “We know.”And then they were gone, the vineyard suddenly too quiet. Just Jason and Leah left with the silence and the truth they’d been avo