Todos los capítulos de AFTER MY DIVORCE, SIX BILLIONAIRES CLAIM ME : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The ground trembled again.Aurora Hale’s estate shook under the synchronized roar of the fortress walkers’ cannons. Rain pelted the walls like a hammer, and thunder drowned out all other sounds. Atlas groaned as systems strained to keep pace with the onslaught.“Status!” Aurora’s voice cut through the chaos.Rafael’s fingers flew across the console. “Three walkers firing. Leviathan is engaging, but the sheer force, they’re stronger than we anticipated. Armor shields absorbing energy, pulse dampeners neutralizing Atlas countermeasures.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Ravel didn’t bring these here just to test defenses. He wants a kill zone.”Outside, the battlefield was a nightmare of fire, mud, and destruction. Alexander Ravel’s fortress walkers advanced with terrifying precision. Helena Voss’ Seraph Syndicate moved with silent efficiency, exploiting the gaps left by the assault. And somewhere in the storm, Sebastian Virelli continued his silent hunt.Aurora’s eyes narrowed. Her hands flew

The countdown had already begun.The red digits blinked on the screen, cold, merciless, absolute.60, 59, 58Aurora Hale didn’t move. Around her, the war room held its breath. Weapons were raised. Men froze, fingers hovering over triggers that could rewrite the night in blood.Sebastian Virelli watched her, calm, patient, predatory.“A life,” he said softly, almost amused,“in exchange for an empire.”57, 56, 55The man in the chair struggled weakly. Blood stained his collar. His lips moved, silent, desperate, broken. A relic from her father’s past. A truth buried in flesh. Or a lie wrapped in bait.54, 53, 52One of the billionaires snapped, “We don’t have time for this! End it”“Silence.” Aurora’s voice cut through the room. Clean. Final.A thought sharpened in her mind: He who tries to save every piece, loses the board.51, 50, 49Sebastian smiled faintly. “Yes,” he murmured. “That’s the look.”48, 47, 46Aurora lifted her head. Their eyes met. Something shifted. Not hesitation. No

Aurora Hale didn’t move.The darkness wasn’t empty.I watched it.Her pulse didn’t race. It was hammered, heavy, deliberate, controlled. The kind of heartbeat that came before something broke or something awakened.Behind her, Adrian’s voice trembled.“Aurora, that thing”She raised her hand. Silence.Atlas was still.Drones hung frozen mid air like suspended thoughts. Leviathans stood locked in place, weapons half charged, as though time itself had been interrupted. Even the storm outside felt, restrained.Not gone.Held back.Aurora exhaled slowly.“This isn’t a shutdown,” she said quietly.“It’s a takeover.”The words settled like a verdict.ThenA step.Soft.Heavy.Final.The air behind her shifted. Not displaced, bent.Aurora closed her eyes. Just for a second.And in that secondShe felt it.Not power.Not threat.Recognition.Her eyes snapped open.The creature stood there now. No longer just a towering mass of destruction, but condensed. Refined. Its form tighter. Denser. Mor

The city held its breath.Not a single screen flickered without purpose. Not a single drone wavered. Not a single Leviathan misstepped.Aurora Hale walked forward. Not fast. Not slow. Perfect. Every step measured. Every movement synchronized with the heartbeat of Atlas itself. Red light flickered in her eyes, deeper now, sharper.Behind her, six distinct presences aligned in the storm, each impossible to ignore: the six billionaires.Adrian Cross, closest and tethered, eyes wide but steady, mind racing to keep Atlas online without interrupting the singular flow of power Aurora had become.Dorian Marquez, financier of immeasurable influence, bending energy grids beneath the city into weapons with a flick of his hand. Fascination and calculated challenge glimmered in his gaze.Lucien Vale, master of covert operations, emerged silently atop rooftops, shadows bending subtly around him. Every camera, every drone, every signal subtly shifted under his touch.Rafael Navarro, descending from

The fragments surged, hundreds of pieces moving independently, yet each carried the pulse of Aurora herself. Atlas shuddered as they collided with Leviathans, drones, and even the city’s defensive turrets. Sparks exploded into the sky; the storm screamed, yet not a single movement was random. Every strike was calculated, every reaction mirrored, yet unfamiliar.Aurora stood at the center, red eyes glowing like twin suns, her layered voice harmonizing with Atlas itself.“Enough,” she said. “I am the city. I am its heartbeat. And yet” She paused, feeling a tremor she had not anticipated. “you are separate.”The first fragment detached from the swarm and hovered before her. Its eyes mirrored hers, red, piercing, layered, and sharper. It pulsed with intelligence, anticipation, malice.“I am the part you abandoned,” it whispered, not aloud, but inside her mind. “I am the apex of what you cannot control.”Aurora’s hands flexed. Every Leviathan shivered under her will. Every drone adjusted m