THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

The Golden Crust was out in the dark ocean when it slammed into a giant wave. Salty water flew everywhere, spraying the deck. June gripped the rusty metal railing, but her fingers slipped right away. Her gut twisted hard and painfully—not from seasickness, but because of whatever was growing inside her.“June! Get away from the edge!” Dante shouted. He ran across the tilting floor, boots sliding on the wet metal. He grabbed her waist and yanked her back just as another wave crashed right where she’d been standing.June didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Her left arm felt like it was burning up. Under Dante’s thick blanket, the skin on her arm throbbed like a needle was cutting into it.“I’m fine,” she lied. Her voice was all cracks. She hid against a pile of big shipping boxes. She shivered from the cold, but it felt like her blood was boiling.“You’re not fine. You look pale as a sheet,” Dante said. He knelt in front of her, eyes full of worry. He reached for her hand, but June jerke

The floor of the ship tipped so fast June’s feet skidded across the cold metal. A loud, deep groan came up from under the water. It sounded like some huge animal waking up after a long sleep. The ship was dying. “The submarine is connecting to us!” Marcus yelled. He grabbed a metal pipe to steady himself. “June, we have to move now before the air locks break!” “I’m not going anywhere with you, Marcus!” June shouted back. She clutched her stomach. She could feel the baby pulsing with a strange, cool light. It was like a second heartbeat, even stronger than her own. “You work for the government! You’re just another part of their machine!” Marcus said nothing. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the middle of the room. “Look at the floor, June! Look!” Beneath the old gray paint, something started to glow on the deck. Not her grandmother’s terrifying black mark, but a gentle golden map of lines—roots from a very old tree, shifting and moving, all pointing at a heavy iron door

The white light was so intense it felt like a weight pressed against June’s eyes. The floating oven rocked on the waves. The white marble tower kept rising from the sea, pushing a wall of water in every direction."Hold her steady!" Dante yelled. He was kneeling on the slick metal roof, arms tight around June’s shoulders to keep her safe.June’s breath came fast and shallow. The pain in her stomach wasn’t dull anymore—it burned in a rhythm. Every time the baby moved, the air around them shimmered with golden energy."I can’t… Dante, I can’t do this here!" June cried, gripping the cold iron of the oven until her knuckles went white. Sweat and salt water covered her body."You have to, June!" Sarah was at her other side, pressing a wet cloth to June’s forehead. "The baby won’t wait for land. The baby is the land now."A loud crack split the air across the water. One of the big cargo ships broke a heavy rope—the water was moving too quickly. The people on the boats had stopped singing. N

The black box in Hope’s tiny hand didn’t feel like metal, and it wasn’t like wood either. Honestly, it felt like a cold emptiness, right in the middle of the universe. It was so icy, June’s fingers turned blue the instant she touched it. The giant man stood over them, his honey-colored skin glowing with a light that made the shadows in the Library move."Don’t open it, June!" Dante’s voice shook with fear. He rushed toward her, his boots sliding across the smooth marble floor. He lifted the metal bar he’d been holding, knuckles white from gripping it too tightly. "We don’t even know what that thing is! He’s trying to trick you!"The giant just stood there, not even glancing at Dante. "The boy thinks with his fear," he said, his voice as rough as rocks grinding together. "But the Mother must think with her soul. The Miller family stole the Spark from the Great Oven of the Stars. Because of that theft, ten thousand other worlds died so Earth could have magic. This box holds the bill. It

The air in the Library of Light didn’t just get cold—it was gone. June lunged forward, palms scraping the marble as the ship tipped hard, nearly dumping her into the chaos. Gravity was bailing on them. Thousands of empty glass jars skidded across the floor and shattered against the walls in a sparkling, dangerous storm."Hope! Stop this!" June yelled, her voice fraying at the edges.In the middle of it all stood her daughter, but not the infant from a few hours ago. No, this girl was a teenager now—tall, slim, hair aglow like starlight, watching the world fall apart without so much as a flinch. She gripped the golden key above her head, a beam of silver light shooting straight into the ship’s engine."I am fixing it, Mother," Hope said, and the words were wrong—too old, too deep, as if spoken by something ancient and tired. "Earth is a broken oven. It burns people just to keep the lights on. I will give them a sun that never dies.""And what’s the price?" Dante shouted from across the