All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Vows: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The rain on the penthouse glass was a steady whisper, a sound that seemed to settle deep into Savannah’s bones, like a lullaby written by grief. Weston sat opposite her in the low amber light, not hunched or apologetic, but composed — as if what he was about to say had been rehearsed in the quiet of his mind for years.“I made six,” he began. His voice was smooth but without warmth, like a scalpel sliding through silk. “Six Echo children. Across five countries. Different mothers. Different genomes. But all… mine.”The room seemed to contract around his words, the air taking on the heaviness of a crypt. Savannah’s stomach turned, the nausea immediate and deep, because she knew exactly what he meant.“You’re saying—” she started, but he cut her off with a quiet gesture.“Not saying,” Weston corrected, leaning forward so that the shadows sculpted the sharp bones of his face. “Claiming. My work was precise. No one else could have achieved it. Each one engineered to be the perfection the o

The vault’s interior air was thick, metallic, and stale, as if it had been holding its breath for years. Every sound they made was swallowed by the muffled hum of unseen machinery. Shadows clung to the corners of the chamber like stains that couldn’t be scrubbed away. The temperature was cold enough to numb fingertips, yet beneath it all, there was the faintest vibration—a mechanical heartbeat, pulsing through the steel bones of the place.Eva drifted ahead, her boots whispering over the grated floor, her eyes moving with the wary precision of someone who’d spent a lifetime expecting traps. The pods were glass coffins, each containing the still shape of a child preserved in some unnatural slumber. Labels glowed faintly in digital script, each name paired with a cold designation. She didn’t want to look too closely at them—there was something obscene in the way their innocence had been cataloged.A flicker caught her eye. A pedestal sat at the far end of the chamber, haloed in sterile

Savannah had known panic before—sharp, sudden, like a door slamming in the dark.But this was different.This was slow. Patient. It moved like a toxin through her veins, curling up her spine, rooting itself deep before she even realized she was afraid. It didn’t jolt—it seeped. By the time it reached her chest, it wasn’t panic anymore. It was grief in disguise.Mira-Eve sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, rocking in tiny, mechanical motions, as if the rhythm itself was holding her together. Her small hands twisted the hem of her shirt again and again, a silent metronome of distress. The winter light from the window was weak, pale, barely brushing her skin, and yet even that seemed too much for her. Her eyes were half-lidded, shadowed, gazing at something that wasn’t in the room.She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t speaking. She wasn’t looking at Savannah.“Sweetheart?” Savannah’s voice came out softer than she intended, the sound carrying a tremor she hated. She lowered herself into a

The lights above them spasmed again, a strobe of white and black that turned the chamber into a stop-motion nightmare. Savannah’s shadow jerked across the black glass walls in fractured pieces. Nova’s voice lingered in the air like smoke.“They know you’re here.”The words sank into Savannah’s skin, heavy as lead.Julian’s voice crackled over the comms, sharper now. “Savannah—heat signatures inbound. Multiple. They’re coming from below you, not the hallways. Sub-floor access.”A thrum vibrated through the floor, subtle at first, then building until Savannah could feel it through her boots—a steady, deliberate heartbeat. No, not a heartbeat. A pulse. Mechanical, deep and resonant, like the breathing of some colossal thing buried under the foundation.Colton turned toward the only visible exit, his jaw tightening. “We move now.”Nova stepped into his path, small and deliberate, her bare feet silent on the tile. “If you leave through there, you won’t make it to the next door. They’ve loc

The Florence lab didn’t just hum—it trembled, like something ancient and breathing beneath its concrete skin. The air was metallic and dry, tasting faintly of ozone and iron, every breath leaving a rasp in the throat. Walls lined with towering servers gave off heat in restless waves, their blinking lights jittering like the eyes of an insect colony. Somewhere far above, the old building groaned as though under strain, every sound amplified by the cavernous chamber.In the center of it all stood the core terminal—three stories high, a monolith of black glass stitched with veins of silver circuitry. Those veins pulsed faintly, like the heartbeat of a creature neither alive nor dead.Mira-Eve stepped forward, the soles of her bare feet making no sound on the gridded steel floor. Her white dress—plain, almost sterile—brushed against her knees, catching stray threads of static from the charged air. She didn’t look at Savannah at first. She simply stared at the core, her expression caught s