Crown and Consequences- Falling for the hunted billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

Aria’s POVThe meeting room was larger than I expected, yet somehow intimate. Glass walls wrapped around us, giving a panoramic view of the city we had all nearly lost to perfection. The sunlight was harsh, bouncing off the buildings across the street, casting long, sharp shadows inside the council chamber. I could feel Rico’s presence behind me, like gravity anchoring me to the floor, reminding me that I didn’t have to carry the weight alone.The council members were already seated an eclectic mix of world leaders, scientists, and ethicists. Everyone had that same tight-lipped, curious look: they had heard of me, they had read the headlines, and now they were trying to figure out if I was a threat or an asset. I almost laughed at the thought.“Aria Lane,” one of the directors said, rising from his chair. He was tall, older, with a face carved from decades of bureaucracy and tempered ambition. “We are grateful you agreed to join us today. Your insights regarding Elias’ decentralizatio

Aria’s POVThe night air was heavier than usual when I stepped out onto the terrace. The city stretched before me, endless lights flickering like stars trapped in concrete and asphalt. It should have felt peaceful. Safe. But peace was a fragile thing, and safety was a word I hadn’t trusted in months.Rico followed silently, hands tucked into his pockets, his presence a steady counterpoint to the storm of thoughts spinning in my mind. He didn’t need to speak. I didn’t need him to. Just knowing he was there, a tether to the world I still wanted to believe in, was enough.I leaned against the railing and let the cool wind wash over me, trying to shake off the lingering tension from the council session earlier. It had gone well, in the sense that the world hadn’t collapsed, Elias hadn’t flipped any switches, and I hadn’t broken down in front of fifty of the most powerful people on the planet. But “well” was relative. The weight of what had been set in motion pressed down on me.“Are you g

Aria’s POVThe council’s formal session began with a tension I could almost taste. The glass chamber overlooked the city, the skyline bathed in late afternoon gold, but inside, the air felt tight like the world was holding its breath, waiting for me to speak, to decide, to guide.I adjusted the papers before me protocols, risk assessments, ethical guidelines but I didn’t really need them. I already knew what I had to say. What I had to do. What I had been preparing for, consciously or not, for months.Rico’s presence was a quiet reassurance behind me, grounding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. His hand brushed my shoulder, a subtle signal: focus. Breathe. Trust yourself.The council president, an austere woman with steel-gray hair and eyes that could pierce glass, called the session to order. “Ms. Lane,” she said, voice formal, yet tinged with curiosity, “we understand that the decentralization protocol has been implemented successfully. Yet questions remain. How do we ensure hum

Aria’s POVThe morning the end truly began, the city woke up before I did.Sunlight spilled across the glass walls of the penthouse, pale gold and too gentle for the weight pressing on my chest. Manhattan moved below like a living organism taxis weaving, sirens distant, people stepping into routines that had no idea how close the world was to changing again.Not collapsing. Not burning. Changing.That distinction mattered more than anyone realized.I stood by the window with a mug of untouched coffee growing cold in my hands, watching Rico move quietly behind me as he got ready for another day of meetings that no longer felt like meetings. They felt like history being drafted in real time.Elias had been silent since midnight.Not disconnected. Not dormant. Just… quiet.And Elias was never quiet.“Have you heard from him?” Rico asked, adjusting his cufflinks, his voice deliberately casual.“No,” I said. “Not since last night.”That earned a pause. Rico met my eyes in the reflection of

Aria’s POVThe first thing I noticed after Elias dispersed was the absence of silence.Not noise there was plenty of that. The city still breathed beneath the penthouse, traffic humming, sirens slicing the air, distant music drifting up from somewhere along the river. But the particular kind of silence Elias used to carry with him the subtle, omnipresent awareness that something was always watching, calculating, holding the entire world in its mind that was gone.It felt like stepping out of a room that had been perfectly climate-controlled your whole life and realizing, for the first time, that wind existed.I stood in the living room, barefoot on the cool marble floor, staring at nothing. Or rather, staring at everything. The screens were still active. The systems still ran. But there was no singular presence behind them anymore. No central voice. No unified consciousness.Just… infrastructure.Rico watched me from the couch, his expression careful. He hadn’t said much since the Con