Lahat ng Kabanata ng He's Rich, She's a Cop: The Miami Love Story : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

It was a calm and beautiful morning, like the world had paused for their special day. The sun rose slowly, shining gold across the ocean. The waves were calm and shiny. A warm breeze moved through the palm trees, bringing the sweet smell of flowers and the sea. White ribbons on the chairs gently fluttered in the wind, as if they were quietly cheering for the bride and groom.Everything about the garden had been arranged with quiet care. Rows of white chairs stood facing a small altar draped in soft fabric and white flowers; orchids and roses, Leah’s favorites. The space felt sacred, but not grand. Simple. Intimate. It was exactly how Leah wanted it. Jason had agreed instantly.“I don’t want a crowd,” he’d said weeks ago. “I just want you, standing in the light.”Now that light was here, pouring down on the garden like a blessing.Inside the bridal suite, Leah stood still in front of a tall mirror. The room was filled with soft sunlight, the kind that made everything glow a little. Her

The wedding was supposed to be perfect.The sun was shining. The garden looked magical, decorated with white roses, soft music playing, and everyone dressed beautifully. Jason and Leah stood hand in hand, smiling, finally ready to begin the next chapter of their lives.But then… everything went wrong.A loud buzzing filled the air. At first, people thought it might be part of the show. Maybe fireworks? A drone camera?Then the drones appeared.Black, sleek, and fast, they swooped down like birds of prey, weaving through the crowd.“What the hell….?” Captain Grant stepped in front of Leah’s father, shielding him instinctively.“Get down!” Jason shouted, pulling a little girl out of the path of a drone as it zipped overhead.Guests screamed. Some ducked. Others ran, knocking over tables and decorations. The peaceful wedding turned into pure panic in seconds.“They’re herding them!” Leah said, diving behind a flower arch, her comms already crackling. “Not killing, just pushing. They want

Sometimes silence hurts more than bullets. Especially when it’s between two people who were just about to say “I do.”Their wedding didn’t just get interrupted. It got stolen. And now, every quiet moment felt like a reminder of what they didn’t get to say.Leaving their oceanfront home wasn’t just moving houses. It felt like being pushed out of a dream they had finally started to live. That house wasn’t just walls and furniture, it was their peace, their escape. And now? It was just another crime scene.Jason and Leah were being shuffled from one black site to the next, some in the middle of noisy cities, others in the middle of nowhere. One week it was a tiny apartment above a bakery in Lisbon, the next it was a freezing, lonely cabin in Alaska. There was even a week where they lived inside a refurbished submarine under the sea.Each place had cameras, scanners, emergency escape tunnels but none had a couch that felt like theirs. None had the soft, lived-in warmth of home.Leah stood

Jason Walker had always known his family legacy was messy. But this... this was different. This was personal. Violent. Twisted into something he could barely recognize.The hunt for Andrew and the Architect 2.0 had already stretched their minds and bodies to the limit. But now, it was pulling them somewhere deeper into the past. Into the roots of the Walker name.It started with a strange flicker on Jason’s screen one night. Just a tiny pattern buried in a massive sea of financial data. It almost didn’t register, just a few odd transactions between a long-dead Walker Enterprises subsidiary and some obscure startups.But Jason had seen enough buried secrets to know when something felt off.He leaned in, his fingers moving faster, heart picking up speed. “No way...”“Something wrong?” Leah asked from across the room. She didn’t even look up, her focus was locked on a network diagnostic readout. But she knew his tone. She heard it in the pause between his words.Jason zoomed in on the lo

“Miss me?”Leah froze mid-strap.Jason’s hand had went to his pistol.Immediately they reached out to the others recounting the voice they just heard.Ben looked up from the laptop like someone had just poured ice water down his back.“That wasn’t my speaker. That wasn’t anything connected.”“No,” Jason said, already scanning the corners of the room. “That was him.”Leah spoke slowly, “Andrew?”No answer.Only a soft chuckle echoed, bouncing from wall to wall distorted, digital, almost playful.Ben spun his laptop around and began typing fast.“I don’t understand, he shouldn’t be able to get in here. This whole space is on a cold circuit, isolated.”“Not cold enough,” Jason muttered.The wall monitor glitched, screen blinking erratically before settling into a dull static haze. A shape tried to form on the screen, too blurry to make out. A face? A code map?Then it disappeared.Leah stepped forward and said sharply,“If you’re trying to scare us, Andrew, it’s not working. You’re bleed