《My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?)》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

“Containment protocol engaged.”The voice doesn’t echo this time.It presses.Through the walls.Through the air.Through her.Maria’s body locks again—harder than before—like invisible chains just snapped tight around every muscle.Her scream cuts off mid-breath.Silence.Then—a violent jerk.Her spine arches.Eyes snap open—not red.Not cold.Something worse.Bright.Too bright.Like she’s being overwritten in real time.“Leon—” her voice fractures. “Don’t let them—”Static rips through her words.Her head snaps to the side unnaturally.“Stability compromised,” the system responds. “Dual-host interference detected.”Dual.My mind locks onto the word.“What did you do to her?” I snap.“You misunderstand,” the voice replies smoothly. “We didn’t do anything.”My fists clench.“Then explain it.”A pause.Too calm.Too controlled.“She was designed to evolve.”Maria gasps.Her body convulses again.“No—don’t listen—” she chokes out. “They’re lying—”Another glitch.Her voice distorts.

The system doesn’t hesitate this time.It adapts.Fast.Too fast.“Target priority updated,” the voice announces.Not calm anymore.Focused.Hungry.My grip tightens on Maria as her body convulses again.Harder than before.Like something inside her is being pulled in two different directions.“Leon—” she gasps. “It hurts—”“I know.”“No—you don’t—” her voice fractures. “It’s like they’re trying to reach inside—”Rage cuts through everything.Cold.Controlled.Lethal.“Then they’re not getting close enough,” I say.The turrets shift instantly.All of them.Not toward me.Toward her.Toward her stomach.No warning.They fire.I move.Instinct.Nothing else.I pull her down with me—roll—shield—every shot slamming into the wall behind us.Too close.Too precise.“They’ve recalibrated,” she whispers, panic rising. “They’re ignoring you—”“Good.”“No, it’s not!”“It is if they’re wrong about one thing.”“What?”I tighten my hold on her.“They think I’ll let them.”Silence.Then—she und

Cold.That’s the first thing.Not darkness.Not fear.Cold.It wraps around me like a system reboot—clean, precise, merciless.I try to move.I can’t.My body is suspended.Held.Locked into place by something I can’t see.My fingers twitch—nothing else follows.“Restraints stable.”The voice again.Closer now.Inside the room.Inside me.“Begin reintegration.”No.No, no—I force my eyes open.White light floods everything.Blinding.Harsh.Unforgiving.Shapes come into focus.Glass.Panels.Machines.And reflections—mine—everywhere.Trapped.Watched.Controlled.“Subject regaining awareness,” someone says.“Proceed.”Cold rushes into my veins.Not physical.Deeper.Like something is threading itself through my mind again.Trying to take hold.Trying to rewrite.“Stop—” I gasp.No one listens.Of course they don’t.They never did.“Memory fragments detected.”“Purge incomplete.”“Force overwrite.”Pain hits.Instant.Explosive.My head jerks back.A scream tears out of me before I

“Move!”Leon’s hand clamps around my wrist before I can react.The floor explodes upward.Concrete tears apart like paper as something massive forces its way through. Metal screams. Sparks rain down. The air turns thick—charged, electric, wrong.I don’t see it fully.Not yet.Just movement.Too fast.Too big.“Leon—what is that?!” I shout.“I don’t know,” he snaps, pulling me back as the ground caves in where I was standing a second ago.Good answer.Terrible situation.The thing slams into the ceiling, forcing its way up, dragging cables and shattered steel with it. A distorted roar fills the room—half mechanical, half something alive.My chest tightens.“That’s not just a machine,” I whisper.“No,” he says, eyes locked on it. “It’s not.”The system cuts in immediately.“Final phase engaged.”“Neutralize variables.”Variables.Us.“Of course,” I mutter.The creature shifts again, limbs—if they are limbs—unfolding from its core. Dark plating, glowing lines beneath the surface like vei

“Separate them permanently.”The words don’t echo.They settle.Cold.Final.Leon’s hand tightens around mine.Instinct.Possession.Fear.All at once.“No,” he says quietly.Not loud.Not aggressive.But absolute.The walls respond immediately.Panels sliding into place.Sealing routes.Closing gaps.Cutting off every direction except forward.“They’re forcing us through,” I whisper.“Then we don’t stop.”We move.Fast.Still holding on.Neither of us letting go.The corridor narrows as we run.Lights flicker overhead—unstable, uneven—casting shadows that stretch too long, too sharp.Behind us, metal slams shut.No turning back.“They’re herding us,” I say.“I know.”“Into what?”Silence.Because we both feel it.Something ahead.Waiting.The air changes.Heavier.Charged.Wrong.Leon slows slightly.Not stopping.Just—aware.“Stay close,” he says.“I am.”But something shifts.Not outside.Between us.Subtle.Unspoken.Heavy.The silence creeps in.Not peaceful.Not calm.Tense.Li