Savage Reborn: Dumped Him to Marry the Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Fifteen Years Ago.The Hale Estate. North Veridia.The iron gates of the Hale Estate didn't just close. They slammed with the finality of a coffin lid.CLANG.The sound echoed through the valley, bouncing off the manicured hedges and the stone gargoyles that perched on the perimeter walls.Cyprian Hale, fifteen years old, stood on the other side. The wrong side.He was standing in a mud puddle. The rain was freezing, a relentless sleet that turned the world grey. He wore a wool coat that was too expensive for the weather and loafers that were already ruined.He stared through the bars.Up the long, winding driveway, the lights of the mansion were warm and golden.In the window of the second floor—his father’s study—a curtain moved.Cyprian waited. He waited for his father, Lord Reginald Hale, to step out. To stop this. To say that framing his bastard son for stealing the family silver was a step too far, even for his viper of a wife, Lady Victoria.The curtain fell back into place.Th

The Pit.Seconds After the Bell.The Beast charged.It was like watching a mudslide accelerate. The ground shook. The air displaced.Cyprian didn't run. He couldn't. The cage was too small.He waited until the last possible fraction of a second.Dodge left.Cyprian slipped under the massive arm that swung for his head. The wind of the blow stung his cheek.He drove a fist into the Beast’s kidney. It was like punching a sandbag wrapped in leather. The Beast didn't even grunt.The giant spun around with terrifying agility. He grabbed Cyprian by the throat.Cyprian’s feet left the ground.The crowd screamed. "Kill him! Snap his neck!"Cyprian clawed at the massive hand crushing his windpipe. Black spots danced in his vision. He was staring into the Beast’s eyes—those strange, empty, intelligent eyes.This was it. The window of opportunity.Cyprian didn't thrash. He leaned forward, bringing his face inches from the giant’s ear."The west gate," Cyprian rasped, his voice barely a whisper t

Hale Corp Headquarters. The Penthouse Boardroom.Midnight.The whiskey in Lord Reginald Hale’s glass was trembling.It wasn't an earthquake. It was his hand.Reginald sat at the head of the massive mahogany table. The room was dark, lit only by the city lights below. Opposite him sat his wife, Lady Victoria. She was chain-smoking, her mascara running, ruining her pristine face."He's late," Victoria hissed, stubbing out a cigarette. "This creditor... this 'Ghost'. Who keeps a Lord waiting?""A man who owns our debt, Victoria," Reginald snapped. "He bought the bank note at 5:00 PM. He controls the voting shares. Technically, he already owns this chair."Reginald looked around the empty room.It had been a massacre. In three days, the company’s stock had plummeted 90%. The supply chain had vanished. The accounts were frozen. It was a surgical strike, executed with a precision that terrified him.The heavy double doors at the far end of the room didn't open.They were pushed.Thud.The l

Three Years Before the Main Timeline.The Summit of Blackwood Hill.The wind up here was vicious. It whipped across the exposed bedrock, carrying the scent of impending snow.Cyprian Hale stood on the edge of the precipice. Behind him, the skeleton of a monster was rising from the earth. Steel beams crisscrossed the sky. Concrete mixers churned. Sparks rained down from welders hanging fifty feet in the air.This was the site of the Hale Fortress.The Architect, a renowned minimalist named Sato, approached Cyprian nervously. He held a roll of blueprints that were flapping in the wind."Mr. Hale," Sato shouted over the noise of the machinery. "About the perimeter wall. You requested twelve feet. The city code allows for ten. And aesthetically, twelve feet might look... aggressive."Cyprian didn't turn around. He stared at the city spread out below him—a grid of lights that he was slowly conquering."Make it fifteen," Cyprian said.Sato blinked. "Fifteen? Sir, that’s not a residential wa

The Night of the Accident.Third Avenue Intersection.The rain was a curtain of grey steel, hammering against the windshield of the armored SUV."Stay three car lengths back," Cyprian ordered from the rear seat. "Don't spook her."Oryn nodded, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. "She’s in the taxi ahead. Yellow sedan. License plate 492."Cyprian gripped the leather folder in his lap. Inside was the contract. The offer of protection. The promise of a new life.He watched the taillights of the taxi blur through the rain. Vespera was in there. She was cold, broke, and alone. In five minutes, he would pull up alongside her. He would offer her a ride. He would give her the envelope.She'll be safe, Cyprian told himself. Just a few more minutes.The light at the intersection ahead turned red.The taxi slowed to a stop.Cyprian leaned forward, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was close. He was finally going to fix this.Then, he heard it.A sound that didn't belong.The roar of an