The Billionaire’s Secret Baby: With His Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The command deck did not feel like a battlefield anymore. It felt… personal. The air was still tense, but not because of the screens or the failing ship. Something else had taken over. Something quieter, but far more dangerous. Lewis stood in front, facing Adrian Vale, but his focus was no longer divided between strategy and threat. It had narrowed. Sharpened. Everything now revolved around one thing. Elizabeth. The ship trembled again, harder this time. A low, grinding sound echoed through the walls, like the entire structure was beginning to tear itself apart. Victor checked his device quickly. “We’re losing stability fast. At this rate, we don’t have much time left.” Emma looked around the room. “Then we need to end this now.” But no one moved. Because the real tension was no longer just between them and Vale. It was between Lewis and Elizabeth. Elizabeth stood a few steps behind him, her expression calm, but her body was starting to show signs of strain. She tried to

The impact echoed across the command deck. Metal rang under the force as Adrian Vale’s back hit the console. The screens behind him flickered, data breaking into fragments as systems struggled to keep up with the damage spreading through the ship. For a moment, everything slowed. Even the drones seemed to pause, their movements delayed by the disruption in the system. Lewis held Vale there, his grip firm, controlled. Not reckless. Not emotional in the way others might expect. But there was something different in his eyes now. Something deeper than strategy. Vale did not panic. Even with his back against the console and Lewis inches away, he remained calm. His breathing stayed even, his expression almost thoughtful. “You’ve changed,” he said quietly. Lewis didn’t loosen his grip. “No. I’ve just stopped pretending.” Vale studied him for a second longer, then gave a faint smile. “Is that what you tell yourself?” Before Lewis could respond, a sharp movement came from the side.

For a single, fragile second, the world seemed to stop. The gunfire faded. The alarms died. Even the constant hum of the warship went quiet, as if the vessel itself had finally given up. On the central screen, the last line of code disappeared. The Whitmore Protocol was no longer running. Victor leaned back from the console, breathing hard. “It’s done.” Emma stared at the blank display, almost in disbelief. “It’s really… over?” “No,” Sophia said, her voice steady. “Not yet.” The ship answered her. A deep, violent tremor shook the entire command deck. This time it wasn’t just damage it was collapse. The floor shifted sharply beneath them. Metal screamed. Somewhere deep inside the ship, something massive broke apart. Daniel looked up. “Yeah… definitely not over.” Lewis didn’t waste a second. “We move. Now.” The remaining guards were already falling back, their formation broken by the system shutdown and the instability of the ship. Without centralized control, their coo

The water roared through the broken hull like a living force. It surged in and out of the opening, pulling everything with it. Pieces of metal scraped along the edges, dragged by the current. The pressure alone made it hard to stand. Daniel went first. He took one look at the opening, then jumped without hesitation, disappearing into the rushing water. Sophia followed immediately after him, her movement clean and controlled. Victor and Emma exchanged a quick glance, then went together, vanishing into the dark blue beyond the ship. That left Lewis and Elizabeth. The water was rising faster now, pushing against their legs, their waists, threatening to take them before they were ready. Lewis tightened his grip on her hand. “When we jump, stay close to me. Don’t fight the current too hard. Let it carry you out, then we swim up.” Elizabeth nodded, her fingers tightening around his. “I understand.” Another violent shake ran through the ship, stronger than anything before. The walls

The submarine moved steadily through the dark water, leaving behind the wreckage of the warship and everything that had almost ended with it. Inside, the atmosphere had shifted. The urgency was gone, but the weight of what had happened remained. It settled quietly over everyone, not loud or chaotic, but present in every thought, every glance, every silence that lasted a little too long. Elizabeth had not realized how exhausted she truly was until her body finally stopped running on instinct. Now that there was no immediate danger, the fatigue came all at once. Her muscles felt heavy, her breathing slower, and her thoughts less sharp than before. She kept her eyes closed for a while, letting the steady hum of the submarine fill the quiet around her. Lewis stayed beside her. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move much either. But he was there, close enough that she could feel it without looking. It wasn’t the kind of presence that demanded attention. It was quieter than that. Constant. Acr