THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

The name on the page wouldn’t stay still. It shifted, swimming around in red ink that bubbled up like blood from a fresh cut. June’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the covers of the wooden book clicked together like bones.“Dante,” June managed, voice barely there. “Look. Look at the last line.”Dante leaned in, holding his breath. He reached for the wood but jerked his hand back, like the book had scalded him. “That can’t be. He was right here with us. We saw him. He fought beside us.”The name glowed in bright, wet red: Gabriel.“Gabe?” Raven stepped in to see for herself, hugging her arms tight as if the night had suddenly turned to ice. “But Gabe helped us. He fought the Auditor in the Pantry. How can he be on the list of the dead?”“The list never lies,” June said. Her stomach dropped, cold and heavy. “It lists everyone the Market erased. If Gabe’s name is here, then the Gabe we saw… the one who helped us…”“He was never real,” a voice cut in, finishing her thought.June spun a

The park’s calm shattered in an instant.June clutched her cold zobo, still caught up in the afternoon. Then—silence. The birds quit singing, the kids by the food seller stopped laughing. Out of nowhere, a low hum filled the air, sharp enough to make her teeth ache. She glanced up. The tiny dark spot at the center of the sun—the Keyhole—was opening, stretching wide like a mouth.A black beam shot out from the sun. It didn’t touch the ground. It struck the Golden Book sitting right there on the bench.“June, watch out!” Dante yelled.He lunged for the book, but the second his fingers grazed the wood, a flash of purple sparked and threw him backward onto the grass. His red zobo sprayed everywhere, straight out of a horror movie.The Golden Book didn’t stay put. It floated up, spinning its wooden pages faster and faster. Wind whipped around the bench, tugging at everything nearby.“The list!” June scrambled up, ignoring the heat that pressed against her skin. She reached for the book. “T

The rain had lost its magic. Now it just felt cold and heavy, soaking straight through June’s clothes, biting at her skin. She scrambled up, sneakers sliding on the slick street. The Miller-Avery Biotech building loomed above her, as silent as some giant beast. The city’s blue streetlights glinted off its glass walls, but inside, everything was swallowed by darkness. “June, wait!” Dante caught her arm, out of breath. Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, running into his eye. “We can’t just walk in. If that guy in the suit was right, this place is the spider’s heart.” June didn’t even pause. She squeezed the burnt wooden spoon in her fist until the edges dug into her palm. “Gabe’s name is carved here. My mother’s family was Miller. If they’re family, then the Market wasn’t just some machine. It was all in the family. I’ve been a lab rat in my own basement.” She marched straight toward the spinning glass doors. As she got close, a little red light blinked from a camera overhead

The black car tore off down the street, leaving the sharp stink of burnt rubber and something heavier—secrets, thick in the air.“Move! Right now!” June yelled. She didn’t wait for Dante to respond. She just grabbed her mother’s frail arm and pulled. The Miller-Avery building behind them groaned, and then—boom—a second explosion. White dust and office paper shot up, spinning into the dark sky.“June, look!” Dante pointed down the street.Red and blue lights cut through the haze. But these vans weren’t your regular police. The sirens sounded deeper, almost mechanical. The vans were a flat, matte black—no names, no numbers. Just that same bird logo June had seen on the golden key.“The government,” June breathed. Her stomach twisted. “The Auditor wasn’t kidding. We didn’t just wreck a company. We broke open a state secret.”“Into the alley! Now!” Dante scooped up Sarah. She was awake but barely. Her head lolled onto Dante’s shoulder, eyes darting, scared out of her mind by the chaos.Th

“Don’t eat it! Spit it out!” June shouted.Her voice cut through the quiet night, sharp and desperate, but nobody listened. Hunger won out. The soldiers and townspeople were already biting into the glowing golden bread. June stared, horrified, as the first soldier—the one who’d looked at her with fear—dropped his piece. His fingers were changing. No more skin, no more bone. Just flickering gray squares where his hands used to be.“Dante, we have to stop them!” June rushed forward, but pain stabbed through her hand.A tiny shard of black metal stuck out from her palm. It was growing, spreading cold needles through her veins. She looked down—thin black lines crawled under her skin, twisting like little snakes.“June, your arm!” Dante grabbed her shoulder, eyes wide. He saw the lines, then glanced at the crowd in the yard. “It’s not just them. It’s happening to you too.”“I did this,” June whispered. Tears burned her eyes. “I just wanted to help them. I wanted everyone to be free. But in