Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Sector 4. The Retro Zone.04:15 AM.GAME OVER.The words flashed across the cracked CRT screen in jagged red pixels.Altair stared at the score.PLAYER 1 (NOVA): 1,250,400PLAYER 2 (PRINCE): 1,250,350Fifty points. He had lost by fifty points.He let go of the joystick. His hands were cramping. He hadn't focused that intensely since he negotiated the acquisition of the Lunar Mining Consortium.Beside him, Nova leaned back against the machine and laughed.It wasn't a mocking laugh. It wasn't the cruel cackle of a villain who had just stolen the crown jewels. It was a genuine, throaty sound of pure exhaustion and triumph. It sounded like rusted bells chiming in the dusty arcade."You hesitated on level nine," Nova pointed out, wiping sweat from her forehead with her grease-stained sleeve. "The hairpin turn. You braked too early. rookie mistake."Altair turned to look at her. The neon light of a nearby pinball machine cast blue and pink shadows across her face. She was messy, abrasive, a

St. Jude’s Penitentiary. The Palliative Care Ward.Noon.The hallway smelled of industrial cleaner and dying men.Vespera Hale walked down the corridor. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the linoleum—click, click, click—a sound too sharp, too alive for this place.She wore a cream-colored coat over a black turtleneck. She looked immaculate. She looked like she owned the building, which, technically, through a subsidiary shell company, she did.She stopped at Room 4B.A guard stood by the door. He straightened up when he saw her."Mrs. Hale," the guard nodded, unlocking the heavy door. "He’s awake. But the doctor says he’s delusional. He keeps asking for his lawyers.""Thank you," Vespera said. Her voice was steady.She stepped inside.The room was small, grey, and windowless. A single fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead.In the center of the room, chained by one ankle to the metal frame of the hospital bed, lay Lysander Thorne.He was unrecognizable from the golden prince of the tabloids

Neo-Veridia. Sector 0 (Corporate Zone).Year 2099.The rain in Sector 0 didn't wash anything clean. It was acidic, oily, streaking the fifty-story glass monoliths with grime that reflected the screaming neon signs below.Vespera crouched on a gargoyle twenty stories up, the rain sluicing off her synthetic trench coat.She wasn't Mrs. Hale the Architect here. She was V, a top-tier solo and netrunner, hired guns for anyone with enough credits.Her optics whirred, shifting from normal vision to thermal, then to unfiltered data-stream. The world became a wireframe of information. Security protocols glared in angry red lines."Target confirmed," she whispered into her sub-vocal microphone. "Hale Tower. Penthouse level. Security is tight. Militech-grade ICE protecting the subnet."She pulled a cable from the port in her neck. She jacked directly into the building's external access node.Her vision flooded with code. She tore through the firewalls like wet paper. She was the best ghost in th

[VIDEO START][TIME CODE: 09:00 AM][LOCATION: THE HALE FORTRESS - EXTERIOR GATES]The camera frame is shaky. It zooms in on the massive, fifteen-foot steel walls topped with sensors and what looks suspiciously like automated turret mounts (currently deactivated).INTERVIEWER (Off-Camera): "We are standing outside the residence of the most powerful family in the Western Hemisphere. The Hales. They own the banks, the grid, and half the government. Rumors say they eat their enemies. Let’s... let’s go ring the doorbell."The cameraman’s hand is visible, trembling slightly as he presses the intercom.INTERCOM VOICE (Oryn): "State your business."INTERVIEWER: "Hi, uh, this is the production crew from Veridia Chronicles. We have an appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Hale?"INTERCOM VOICE: "Open the gate. If you point the camera at the security codes, I will eat the lens."INTERVIEWER: "Understood!"[CUT TO:][INT. THE ROSE GARDEN]Vespera Hale is walking through the rows of white roses. She is s

The Hale Seaside Estate. The Veranda.Twenty Years Later.The sun was dying.It was a magnificent death, though. It bled gold and violet across the horizon, setting the ocean on fire one last time before the night claimed it.Vespera Hale sat in a large wicker chair, wrapped in a thick wool blanket.Her hair was entirely white now, a silver crown that caught the last of the light. Her face was a map of the last eighty years—lines of laughter around her eyes, lines of concentration between her brows, and the faint, faded scar on her temple from the glass that shattered decades ago.Beside her, in a matching chair, sat Cyprian.He was thinner. The massive bulk of the Wolf had whittled down to iron bone and sinew. His movements were slow, measured. But his hand, resting on the arm of her chair, was steady."It’s a good one tonight," Cyprian rasped. His voice was like old paper—fragile, but still holding the words."A bit dramatic," Vespera critiqued softly, a smile playing on her lips. "