《My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?)》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

“Breathe.”I don’t.I can’t.The word echoes in my head, but my chest refuses to move, like the air itself has turned against me.He’s gone.Leon is—No.I clamp down on the thought so hard it hurts.If I say it, if I accept it, it becomes real.And I’m not ready for that.Not now.Not ever.“Breathe.”The voice comes again.Closer this time.Calmer.I laugh.A broken, hollow sound that doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.“Funny,” I whisper. “You think breathing is the problem?”The figure steps into view, silent as always.Watching.Analyzing.Waiting.“I think,” it says, “denial is.”Something snaps.“Don’t.”“Maria—”“Don’t say his name.”Silence.Sharp.Tense.Because even it understands.That name—right now—is a weapon.“You saw what happened,” it says carefully.“No,” I cut in. “I saw what you wanted me to see.”“That wasn’t an illusion.”“You don’t know that.”“I do.”“Shut up!”The force of my voice shakes the space around us.Cracks ripple outward.Unstable.Dangerous.Just

“Too slow.”The voice slams into me a split second before the attack does.I twist—barely—as a surge of dark force rips past my ribs, slicing through the space behind me like it’s nothing.The impact detonates against the void.Everything shakes.Everything moves.Not randomly.Deliberately.It’s adjusting.It’s learning.It’s hunting.“Stand still,” the voice whispers again.Closer.Inside my head this time.I don’t.I move faster.Sharp.Unpredictable.But the pressure tightens anyway.It’s not chasing me blindly.It’s tracking me.Every shift.Every breath.Every flicker of intent.“You cannot outrun what already knows you.”“Then I won’t run,” I snap.I pivot hard—launching forward instead of away—driving straight toward the shifting mass at the center.The core pulses violently in response.Not surprised.Prepared.Of course it is.The ground splits open beneath me—forcing a sudden leap—but I don’t hesitate.I push through.Force over hesitation.Action over thought.It rea

“Don’t turn around.”The voice comes again.Soft.Close.Too real.My heart slams hard against my ribs.“Leon…?”Silence.Then—“I said don’t turn around.”My breath shakes.Because that—that is him.Not distorted.Not layered.Not mimicked.Him.Every instinct in me screams to spin, to see him, to confirm he’s real—but something deeper stops me.Something he taught me.Trust the signal, not the emotion.“Why?” I whisper.“Because it’s watching,” he replies quietly.The space tightens instantly.The core pulses—sharp, alert.Listening.Tracking.“You found it,” Leon says.“I did.”“Good.”His voice steadies me in a way nothing else has since he disappeared.“I thought you were—”“I know.”My chest tightens.“I saw you—”“I know.”“Are you real?” I ask.A pause.Then—“Yes.”Simple.Certain.No hesitation.That alone almost breaks me.Almost.“How?” I ask.“Later,” he says. “Right now, you need to finish this.”My gaze shifts forward again.The core pulses harder.Violently now.It k

“LEON!”The scream tears out of me before I even realize I’ve moved.I run.No hesitation.No plan.Just instinct.The ground beneath me shifts violently, trying to resist, trying to slow me—but I don’t stop.I can’t.Another scream echoes from the structure.Closer now.Sharper.Pain-filled.And it hits something deep inside me.“Stop.”The voice behind me cuts through everything.Cold.Commanding.I ignore it.“Maria—stop!”Too late.I’m already there.The structure towers above me—massive, alive, breathing with dark energy that pulses in rhythm with Leon’s fading presence.And at its center—I see him.Suspended.Bound.Chains of pure energy wrapped around his body, digging into him, draining him, holding him in place.His head hangs low.Blood streaks his face.Breathing shallow.Barely there.“Leon…”His name breaks in my throat.His head lifts slightly.Just enough.“Maria…?”That voice—weak.Fading.But real.“I’m here,” I say, stepping forward.The structure reacts instantly.

“Let go.”The voice isn’t outside.It isn’t around me.It’s inside.Cold.Calm.Certain.My grip tightens instinctively around Leon’s wrist.“I’m not letting go,” I snap.“You already are.”The darkness pulses violently.Something tears between us—not physical—deeper.My hand slips.“Leon!”His fingers strain against mine.Weak.Fading.“…don’t…” he breathes.“I won’t!”But the force pulls harder.Relentless.Like it’s peeling me away from him—from everything.“Maria,” the voice whispers inside me.“You can’t hold on to both.”My chest tightens.“What does that mean?”“You or him.”“No.”“Yes.”The pressure spikes.Brutal.Absolute.My fingers start to lose feeling.Numb.Unresponsive.“No,” I repeat.“You’ve always carried too much,” the voice continues.“Too many emotions.”“Too many attachments.”“Too many weaknesses.”“I said no!”Energy surges through me—wild—unstable—and instantly—the darkness reacts.Amplifies it.Feeds on it.Leon gasps—the grip weakens further.“Stop!