All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Your Miracle Doctor Ex-Wife is Unreachable: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The illusion of sanctuary was shattered exactly fourteen hours after they docked. Elara was slumped in a hard plastic chair beside Dante’s isolation pod, drifting in a suffocating twilight between exhaustion and nightmares. She kept hearing the grinding roar of the ship's collapsing bulkheads in the hum of the medical monitors. When the pneumatic hiss of the ward doors broke the rhythm of the machines, she bolted upright, her hand instinctively dropping to her hip where her sidearm used to be.They were not doctors. Three figures stepped into the sterile blue light of the intensive care unit, moving with a synchronized, predatory grace that instantly set off every alarm bell in Elara’s battle-worn mind. They wore immaculate, charcoal-grey tactical suits bereft of any medical insignia. The man at the center—tall, angular, with eyes like chipped flint—held a biometric datapad. Dr. Thorne trailed behind them, his face ashen and his posture rigid with clear, unspoken terror."Elara Vance,

The maintenance shaft smelled of ozone, stale recycled air, and the sharp, metallic tang of Dante’s blood. Every vibration of the heavy deck plates above sent a fresh spike of adrenaline through Elara’s exhausted system. Vanguard Operations was hunting them. She could hear the muffled, synchronized thud of their tactical boots and the low, sweeping hum of thermal scanners sweeping the primary corridors just meters away.In the suffocating darkness, Dante’s breathing was a shallow, ragged metronome. Elara knelt beside him on the cold grating, her hands slick with the pale blue regenerative fluid and his blood. She had torn the sleeves from her undershirt, using her teeth to rip the fabric into makeshift pressure bandages. With agonizing care, she pressed the cloth against the worst of the puncture wounds on his scalp where the bio-synthetic shunts had been violently ripped away.Dante hissed, his body arching off the floor in a rigid spasm of pain. In the pitch black of the tunnel, Ela

The silence of deep space was not a peaceful thing; it was a heavy, crushing entity that pressed against the hull of the waste hauler like the ocean floor. Inside the tiny maintenance bubble, there was no hum of engines, no artificial gravity plating, and no warmth. The violent ejection from Aegis-7 had sent them spinning into the abyss, and now they were simply adrift, swallowed by the infinite black.Elara floated freely in the cramped, cylindrical cabin, her arms locked fiercely around Dante’s chest. Without gravity to anchor them, the disorientation was profound and nauseating. She had to wedge her boots against the bulkhead and brace her back against the opposing wall just to create a stable anchor point. The only illumination came from the cracked, dimly glowing screen of her tactical datapad, which she had strapped to her thigh. It cast a sickly, pale blue light over the macabre scene, reflecting off the droplets of Dante’s blood that were currently floating through the air lik

Coming back to life felt like swallowing ground glass.Elara woke with a violent, agonizing gasp, her lungs expanding against ribs that felt bruised and brittle. For a terrifying second, she thought she was still in the suffocating dark of the waste hauler, drowning in the freezing void. But the air filling her lungs, though smelling sharply of engine oil, ozone, and cheap antiseptic, was gloriously warm.She bolted upright, crying out as a thousand needles of pain flared across her extremities. The process of thawing out from near-fatal hypothermia was a brutal shock to the nervous system. As her vision swam into focus, the stark, sterile white of the Aegis-7 medical outpost gave way to the warm, dim amber light of a cluttered, industrial room. Exposed wiring hung from the ceiling bulkheads, and the walls were lined with mismatched medical equipment that looked older than she was."Easy there, spacer," a gruff voice echoed through the cramped room. "You try to stand up right now, you

"You've got the wrong ship, friend." Kaelen kept his voice level, though his cybernetic hand had already found the edge of the console, fingers curling white-knuckled around it. "I'm a salvage captain. I pick up debris. I don't do business with Vanguard.""You picked up an encrypted distress ping eleven minutes ago, on a civilian salvage frequency my people have flagged for exactly this purpose," Corvus said. His tone hadn't changed at all, still smooth, still unbothered, like he was discussing shipping manifests. "You are currently sitting three hundred kilometers from the debris field where my property went missing. I'm not asking you to guess, Captain. I'm telling you what I already know."Jax mouthed a word at Kaelen that looked like how. He shook his head, once, sharply."Say I did pick something up," Kaelen said. "Salvage law says whatever I find adrift and unclaimed is mine to sell. You want it back, you buy it back. Standard rates.""The man on your surgical table is not salva