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My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 38

The next morning, I sat in front of the video conference screen in the study. I was wearing one of Julian’s suits—black, severe, perfectly tailored. I looked the part. The screen flickered to life. The Vane Corp board of directors sat around a long table in New York. They looked somber, frightened, and greedy. "Mr. Thorne," the Chairman, a man named Sterling, said. "Where is Mr. Vane? The reports are... confused." "Julian is dead," I said, keeping my voice flat. Murmurs erupted around the table.

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 38

The morning sun did not bring warmth; it brought clarity that felt like a migraine. I woke with a gasp, my hand flying to my chest. The dual heartbeat was there, a steady, thumping rhythm that felt like a bird trapped in a cage made of ribs. Good morning, Elias, Julian’s voice slid into my mind, smooth as silk. You’re tense. I feel like I’m sharing a bed with a python, I thought back, swinging my legs out of bed. The physical sensation of Julian’s consciousness coiling around my brainstem was becoming familiar, but it was never comfortable. It was an intimate violation that I had learned to crave. You love it, Julian countered. You love the power. You love the noise.

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 39

The glass was cold, unyielding. It filled the emptiness, stretching the ring of muscle. We groaned, our head dropping forward. It wasn't a person. It wasn't warm flesh. But the fullness, the pressure... it was enough to trigger the chemical cascade. We began to move, fucking ourselves on the crystal, our hand stroking our cock in rhythm with the thrusts. The golden light in the room seemed to brighten. The dual heartbeat hammered against the wood of the desk. Imagine it’s him, Julian whispered. Imagine it’s Arthur dying. Imagine it’s Evelyn burning.

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 40

The rain in London didn’t fall; it hammered. It was a relentless, grey deluge that turned the city into a watercolor smear of neon and charcoal. Inside the armored SUV, the silence was heavier than the storm outside. I sat in the back, my hand resting on the knee of the unconscious girl slumped beside me. Zero. The Server. The Weapon. She’s dreaming, Julian’s voice whispered in my mind. It wasn’t a sound; it was a vibration that resonated in my sinuses, a phantom sensation of his presence coiling around my brainstem.

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 41

Our destination was a brutalist apartment block in Canary Wharf. It wasn't a home; it was a server farm disguised as a penthouse. Julian had purchased it years ago as a "doomsday" cache. We carried Zero inside. The elevator ride up was silent. When the doors opened, we weren't greeted by a living room, but by a wall of blue blinking lights. Fans hummed, circulating the cold air. Cables snaked across the floor like vines. We laid Zero down on a medical gurney in the center of the room. We strapped her wrists and ankles down with leather restraints.

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 42

Firewall breached, Julian said. We have control of the drones. Target? I asked. themselves.* I almost hesitated. I almost ordered the drones to fire on the government facility. No, Julian said, stopping my hand. That’s a war crime. Target the outbound missiles. The ones Kael aimed at us. I looked up. In the sky above the digital cathedral, I saw missiles streaking toward the earth—toward our physical location in London. Inte

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 43

The word RUN wasn't just written in blood; it seemed to vibrate in the air, a physical pressure against my eardrums. The shattered glass of the window crunched under my boots as I backed away from the empty spot where Zero had been only seconds ago. Move! Julian roared in my head. Th

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 44

I am everywhere, she said. I am the network. And I am in your blood. Suddenly, the hallucinations stopped. The heat in my veins stabilized. The frantic heartbeat slowed. I l

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 45

The rain turned to sleet somewhere just past the Scottish border, painting the windshield of the stolen Range Rover in a sheet of grey slush. I had abandoned the motorcycle at a truck stop near Glasgow—the cold had become too penetrating, and the hunger had become too distracting. I needed a cage. A controlled environment. Stop thinking, Vane snarled in the back of my mind. Start feeling. The road is vibrating. The engine is purring. Imagine that vibration between your legs. Shut up, Julian countered, his mental voice sharp as a scalpel. We need Elias focused. The road is icy. We need Elias to get off, Vane retorted. My balls are blue

My Sister’s Groom, My Secret Lover 46

He looked at the Architect in the tank. "Feed me," Vane growled. He ran at the tank. He raised the scalpel. "Stop!" Julian screamed in my head. That’s your father! "He’s our creator!" Vane yelled back. "And we are the destroyer!" Vane slashed the control panel on the tank. Sparks flew. The liquid in the tank began to drain. "NO!" the Architect shrieked. Vane slashed the glass, shattering it. Blue fluid poured out, floodi

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