All Chapters of He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ghost’s road back to himself was not quick, nor clean. It was a crawl, a scraping against the walls of his own fractured mind. The nightmares clung to him, memories of the Architects, of cages that weren’t physical but carved into the brain. Some nights he woke drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, fists raised as though fighting shadows no one else could see.But Leah was there. Jason was there. And the others; the team that had walked through fire together never let him slip back into the void.Day by day, piece by piece, Ghost returned.Not as the phantom he had once been. Not as a blunt instrument, a weapon turned loose. Something softer, yet sharper in ways none of them expected. His dry and unexpected humor began to peek out like cracks of sunlight. His words, once few and functional, carried weight, wisdom carved out of pain.He was no longer just a soldier. He became something else. A guardian. A teacher. A living reminder of survival.One late evening, weeks after the final c

The apartment was quiet when they got back from the clinic. Jason closed the door behind them with a heavy push, dropping the keys onto the counter. He turned, half-expecting Leah to speak, but she didn’t. She slipped out of her jacket, moving slowly, like her body was there but her mind was somewhere else.Jason frowned. “You okay?”Leah didn’t answer right away. She walked into the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up a framed photo from the shelf. Her fingers traced over the glass, gentle, almost trembling. Jason knew the picture before he saw it.Torres Hill.The sharp-dressed detective stood in uniform, his arm slung over Leah’s shoulders, both of them smiling like they had the world figured out. Jason froze in the doorway. He hated the feeling that came next—the sour churn in his gut, the sting in his chest.Leah’s eyes glossed over, her thumb brushing Torres’s face. Her lips moved without sound before she finally whispered, “I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve…”Jason

Rain hit the lab windows like a drum. It was loud enough to cut through the quiet Jason and Leah had lived in for months; the kind of quiet that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with distance.Leah stayed bent over her laptop, the glow showing the tired lines on her face. The code on the screen moved in slow, steady waves. Ethan sat across from her, his fingers hovering over his own keyboard, watching. Outside, the storm made the whole city sound small.Ethan: (soft) “We nailed it. That loop you added cleaned the noise right out.”Leah: (without looking up) “Good. Run the test again and log the…”Ethan: (smiling) “I already did. It’s clean. We did it, Leah. We actually did it.”She finally looked up. He was smiling like someone who had just given good news, like a man who expected to see her light up the same way.Leah: (half a laugh, tired) “We make a good team.”Ethan: (quiet, warm) “We do. Better than good.”The lab hummed. Machines talked in tiny beeps. The storm

Secrets don’t stay quiet.They hum in the air, seep into walls, and slip into every silence.For Leah, the kiss lived like a ghost between them. Every time Jason looked at her, it rose up, heavy and cruel. Her laughter turned brittle, her touch hesitant, her eyes avoiding his. She moved around the house like a stranger in her own skin.And Jason noticed everything.At first, it had been suspicion. Now it was more than that. It was certainty. Something had happened. Something she wasn’t telling him.The man who had once tracked enemies across continents now turned those same instincts inward—on her.Jason was at the kitchen counter one morning, phone in hand, scrolling with the cold focus of a soldier planning an op. Leah came in, hair damp from her shower, her smile tight as she greeted him.Leah: “Morning. Coffee?”Jason: “Already had some.”His voice was even, but his eyes didn’t lift.She poured herself a cup, back turned to him. Her hand trembled slightly, the cup clinking against

Leah sat on the edge of the bed, hands tangled in her hair. The house was quiet—too quiet. The walls echoed with memories, with laughter that was gone, with arguments that had once healed as much as they hurt.She whispered to herself, almost as if testing the sound. “Jason… where are you?”No answer came. Only silence.Her phone buzzed. She didn’t even look at it. It could be him. Probably wasn’t. She was afraid to know. Afraid to see a message from anyone, really. Because everyone would ask questions, and she couldn’t answer. Not truthfully. Not without breaking all over again.She leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes. The memories hit her like waves—the first time Jason had smiled at her, the first time he had held her hand, the late nights they had stayed awake talking about the world, about the Echo, about their dreams. All of it… all of it was gone now.“I… I ruined everything,” she whispered.Her own words sounded hollow. They echoed in the empty house, a remin