All Chapters of Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The Aegis-7 System. Orbit of the Ruined Golden Planet. Zero Hour + 15 Minutes.In the vast, boundless depths of the universe, death isn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the dead silence.Three human mechs, with their backs to the massive black hull of The Sovereign, slowly broke free from the gravitational tether and launched into this cold, shattered stellar graveyard.Everything before them looked like the macabre ruins left behind after the fall of gods. Countless massive fragments of golden metal floated silently in the vacuum; some shards were larger than skyscrapers back on Earth. And weaving through this golden debris was a suffocating, dark violet mist—the physical manifestation of the "Abyss." It clung to the dead planet like a living, viscous spiderweb."Comms are heavily jammed," Elias Vance gripped the controls of his Vanguard mech, watching the static snow flickering across his holographic screens. His usually mocking voice was now incredibly tigh

Aboard The Sovereign. The War Room. Zero Hour + 2 Hours.Elara had never seen real food before.Sitting at the edge of the massive holographic tactical table, the silver-skinned scavenger was inhaling a vacuum-sealed ration pack of Earth beef stew as if it were a divine delicacy. She had been given a hot shower and an oversized, black Citadel mechanic’s jumpsuit. Stripped of the grime and the bulky spacesuit, she looked impossibly fragile, her luminescent amber eyes darting around the pristine white bridge of the dreadnought in perpetual awe.Harper stood across from her, leaning against the cyan nanolaminate console. Her pure white Architect eyes watched the girl with a mixture of pity and calculating intelligence."Slow down, Elara. You'll make yourself sick," Harper said gently, pushing a glass of purified water across the table. "You said the Aegis-7 system fell to the Void Sovereign three cycles ago. How did you survive in the debris field?""I hid in the engine block of a destro

Zenith Prime. Surface Level: Sector 4. Zero Hour + 1 Hour.The surface of the golden planet was a masterpiece of terrifying, soulless perfection.There was no atmosphere, no wind, and no sky—only the blinding, solid-state white energy of the planetary shield miles above their heads. Massive, automated factories the size of continents silently churned, rivers of liquid cyan nanolaminate flowing through perfectly geometric trenches.Three heavy Vanguard mechs dropped from the stealth-cloaked belly of The Sovereign, their magnetic boots slamming heavily onto the flawless golden pavement."Gravity is at standard Earth levels," Jack reported over the comms, his Defender mech raising its massive rotary railgun, scanning the empty, towering golden corridors. "No bogeys on the radar. It really is a ghost town."A small, sleek transport skiff descended behind the mechs. The ramp hissed open, and Sebastian stepped out into the vacuum of the forge-world.He wasn't wearing a bulky spacesuit. Harp

Aboard The Sovereign. The Commander's Quarters. Zero Hour + 2 Hours.The heavy, metallic hum of The Sovereign's engines was a comforting vibration beneath their feet. The dreadnought had safely retreated to the dark side of Zenith Prime's moon, hiding in the shadows of a massive crater while the automated systems of the forge-world frantically searched the empty void for the intruders.Inside the dimly lit Commander's quarters, the atmosphere was entirely different. It was thick, quiet, and intimately heavy.Sebastian Sterling sat on the edge of the massive, dark-sheeted bed. He had finally stripped off his ruined, shredded tactical shirt, tossing the bloodied fabric onto the floor. His broad, heavily scarred chest and shoulders were covered in dark bruises and minor lacerations. The physical toll of holding up a hydraulic, self-repairing golden wall weighing thousands of tons was staggering, even for his mutated Titan bone density.But his slate-grey eye wasn't focused on his injurie

Aboard The Sovereign. Engineering Bay. Zero Hour + 4 Hours.The massive engineering bay hissed with venting coolant and the ozone tang of raw plasma.The three "Black Reapers"—as the crew had already begun calling them—stood under the harsh maintenance lights. Though they had just systematically dismantled a divine tracking fleet without taking a single scratch, the colossal energy output from the Star-forged Cores required a mandatory cooldown sequence.Elias Vance climbed out of his cockpit, his pilot suit soaked in sweat, his eyes still dilated from the near-light-speed rush of adrenaline. He dropped from the gantry, stumbling slightly as his boots hit the deck."I have never... in my life... felt power like that," Elias breathed, staring up at his black-and-gold machine. "It didn't feel like I was piloting it, Boss. It felt like I was the weapon."Jack, already chomping on a fresh, unlit cigar, slapped Elias on the shoulder, nearly knocking the former RAF pilot over. "That's becau