Semua Bab The Billionaire's Hidden Vows: Bab 101 - Bab 106

The sky tore open in sheets of rain, brutal and unforgiving, each drop striking the courtyard like shrapnel from a divine war. Wind howled between the columns of the villa, toppling potted orchids and smashing panes of stained glass in a cascade of color and sound. Sirens wailed through the marbled halls—metallic and inhuman—shrieking a warning far too late. Black-suited agents thundered down the corridors, boots slick against wet marble, rifles drawn, visors down.Delaney ran like a hunted ghost.Her coat was gone. Her breath came in ragged bursts. Her left hand clutched Mira-Eve’s small wrist with desperate precision. The child, half-shielded by a patchwork quilt, barely touched the floor as Delaney pulled her through chaos—past overturned ashtrays, past splintered artwork, past memories that had turned into broken furniture.Savannah and Colton followed, their feet soaked, hearts racing. But at the threshold of the covered patio, they stopped.A sweep of security drones hovered abo

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