Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

The Thorne Mansion. The Guest Suite.Date: Five Years Ago.Elara screamed.It was a guttural, wet sound, born from the phantom sensation of a prison shiv sliding between her ribs.She sat bolt upright, clawing at her chest. Her nails dug into skin, expecting to find the rough, scratchy fabric of a penitentiary uniform. Expecting to feel the cold stone floor of the solitary confinement cell where Vespera had left her to rot.Instead, her fingers found silk. 1000-thread count Egyptian cotton.Elara gasped, hyperventilating. The air didn't smell like mildew and despair. It smelled of vanilla and fresh orchids."No," Elara whimpered, her eyes darting around the room. "No, no, no."Sunlight streamed through the velvet curtains. The vanity table was cluttered with expensive creams and perfumes—gifts she had coerced Lysander into buying.She looked at her hands. They were manicured. Smooth. The calluses from the prison laundry duty were gone.She scrambled out of bed and ran to the mirror.T

The Neo-Veridia Financial Summit. Grand Hall.Tuesday. 9:00 AM.The air in the convention center smelled of expensive cologne, ozone, and unbridled greed.Three thousand investors sat in the auditorium, their faces illuminated by the blue glow of tablets and phones. At the center of the stage, pacing like a televangelist in a metallic silver dress, was Elara.She held a microphone, her knuckles white.She knew the script. She had lived this day five years ago. At 10:00 AM, Omni-Tech would announce their new battery patent. By noon, the stock would triple. In the first timeline, Lysander had missed the boat because he was too cautious.Not this time."Ladies and Gentlemen," Elara announced, her voice trembling with the high of absolute certainty. "You are looking for the next unicorn. You are looking for the future."She pointed to the massive screen behind her. The logo for OMNI-TECH appeared."Put everything you have into Omni-Tech," Elara declared. "Sell your bonds. Mortgage your ho

The Hale Fortress. The Living Room.Wednesday. 7:00 PM.The first sign that reality was collapsing was the tea.Vespera Hale (The Architect) was pouring a cup of Earl Grey. The liquid left the spout of the porcelain teapot, but it didn't hit the cup.It curled upward.It formed a perfect, steaming spiral in the air, defied gravity, and then dissolved into a cloud of ones and zeros.Vespera stared at the glitching tea. She didn't scream. She simply set the teapot down on the coaster."Oryn," she called out calmly. "The laws of physics are broken again."The lights in the Fortress flickered. Not a power surge—a chromatic aberration. The walls shifted from beige to neon pink, then back to beige. The sound of the grandfather clock slowed down to a deep, demonic TICK-TOCK.Altair burst into the room. He was holding a tablet that was smoking."Mom!" Altair shouted, his voice sounding synthesized, like a bad autotune. "Don't move! The localized quantum stability is dropping to 12%!""Transla

The Hale Fortress. The Library.Wednesday. 8:45 PM.If the Dining Room was a chaotic storm of conflicting egos and pizza grease, the Library was the eye of the hurricane.It was a sanctuary of dark leather, mahogany, and silence.Five figures occupied the room. They weren't speaking. They weren't arguing. They were simply... existing.Modern Cyprian Hale sat in his high-backed wing chair near the fireplace, swirling a glass of 50-year-old single malt. He looked weary but content.Across from him, sitting on a sturdy oak bench, was Fantasy Cyprian (The Shadow Knight). He was still wearing full plate armor, which groaned softly every time he breathed. He had a massive greatsword across his lap and was rhythmically running a whetstone along the edge.Shhhk. Shhhk. Shhhk.Leaning against the mantelpiece was Mafia Cyprian (The Enforcer). He wore a fedora tilted low over his eyes and a pinstripe suit that strained against his shoulders. He was smoking a thick cigar, blowing perfect smoke ri

The Hale Fortress. The Gardens.Wednesday. 10:00 PM.The air smelled of ozone, sulfur, and high-quality wagyu beef.The inter-dimensional raid was over. The adrenaline was fading. Now, the Council of Vesperas and the Council of Cyprians were doing something they rarely did: relaxing.In the center of the patio, Fantasy Cyprian (The Shadow Knight) was using his flaming greatsword to light the charcoal grill."A bit more to the left," Modern Cyprian instructed, holding a pair of tongs.WOOSH.A gout of magical fire ignited the coals instantly."Efficient," Modern Cyprian nodded.Around the garden, the variants mingled under the soft glow of the string lights. It was a surreal cocktail party at the end of the universe.Modern Vespera sat on a stone bench next to Fantasy Vespera. They were both holding glasses of wine—Modern had a vintage Merlot, Fantasy had a goblet of mead she had conjured."So," Modern Vespera said, looking at her armored counterpart. "You have to go back to the mud an