All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Vows: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Berlin rain had stopped hours ago, but its ghost lingered in the chilled breath of the villa, in the tremor of tree shadows clawing at the windows. Inside the library, light from a halogen lamp poured harsh judgment over the antique desk. Julian sat at its edge, hunched, skeletal beneath his shirt. His hands hovered over the laptop keys, unwilling to press further.Savannah and Colton stood beside him, statues of dread and disbelief. Savannah's arms crossed tightly over her chest, her shoulders angled as if bracing for impact. Colton’s jaw was locked, carved from granite, his presence a wall against everything unraveling.Julian's voice was brittle, and his words splintered the stillness.“They forwarded everything,” he said, fingers trembling as he scrolled. “The fake email. The tampering logs. Our metadata. It’s all been reversed—like watching your own trap snap shut on your wrist.”Savannah leaned closer, eyes devouring the headers and metadata displayed on the screen. Her brea

The world had narrowed to flickering screens, red warning strobes, and the thin, glassy air of helplessness. In the darkened command room, Rhett stood in front of a wall of monitors, pale with horror. His finger traced a glowing schematic: the layout of Echo’s hidden pediatric lab—code-named “Nest.” Savannah stood behind him, arms tightly wrapped around herself as if bracing against a cold that lived in her blood.“They call it Cascade V-2,” Rhett muttered, almost to himself. “It’s not a vaccine. It’s a reprogramming agent.”He tapped the screen. A series of notes scrolled upward—handwritten scans with Weston’s signature at the bottom.Subject: Mira-EveProtocol: Empathic OverdriveGoal: Emotional influence and memory fusionViability: 67% with maternal sedation factor. Consent obtained (see Delaney signature, file #0047)Savannah’s knees gave slightly, but she didn’t fall. “Fusion? What does that mean?”“They want to take what’s in her mind and amplify it—make her feel too much, so m

The hallway was too quiet for a house full of the living.Savannah stood in the open doorway, paralyzed. Mira-Eve sat upright on the edge of the bed, pale, humming something that made the air around her feel too still. The overhead light flickered once. Then again.Her eyes didn’t move—not like a child’s. They were too sharp. Too knowing. Watching Savannah like one would a secret remembered too late.“Mira?” Savannah’s voice cracked. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”But the girl didn’t answer to that name. Not yet.Instead, she tilted her head the way Magnolia used to when she was bored during board meetings. The precise, feline tilt. “You wear too much perfume when you’re hiding something,” she murmured.Savannah flinched.That sentence—those exact words—Magnolia had whispered once at Colton’s charity gala, a private barb meant only for her. How could Mira-Eve know that?“Come here,” Savannah said, inching forward. But her heartbeat turned to thunder.“I don’t like the blue pills. They ma

The dawn light slashed through Eva’s nursery windows like a sword through silk, cleaving the room in shafts of golden clarity and shadowed stillness. Dust particles hovered in the air—tiny ghosts caught mid-waltz. The scent of lavender lingered faintly, a residue of bedtime rituals now broken.Savannah hovered by the crib, breath caught in the delicate snare of fear. Her eyes scanned the room—still and hushed, yet somehow not quiet. Something vibrated beneath the surfaces, something old and aching. The plush wolf lay face-down on the floor like a fallen sentinel, and beside it, the drawing pad lay open, its last image unfinished.A single rose.Half-inked.One petal bled with shadow—its edges heavy, blackened, as if some unseen hand had pressed too hard, like a wound being etched instead of healed.Eva sat on the edge of her small bed, knees drawn up beneath a quilt of stitched moons and stars. Her eyes were vacant, not from sleep but something deeper—a tearless exhaustion that hollow

The night had turned strangely silent, as if the walls of Echo itself were holding their breath. Savannah stood at the edge of Colton’s private study, her hand hovering above a blueprint rolled open across the desk. The map was laced with red ink: corridors, codes, escape routes. Detonator schematics. The heart of the institution they once feared, now reduced to lines on paper, waiting to be turned into ash.Colton poured whiskey with a steady hand, though his jaw flexed like he wanted to shatter glass with his teeth. “If we do this,” he said, voice like iron dragging against gravel, “there’s no turning back. Echo dies. And everything tied to it—including whatever’s left of her.”Savannah’s gaze cut through him. Her body was tense, but her eyes were alive with a new resolve—cold and bright, like fire trapped in glass. “Magnolia died the moment they injected her. What came back… whatever Mira-Eve has become… it’s not her. And if Echo survives, someone else will end up like her. Or wors