All Chapters of I Married the Devil to Kill My Own Family: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The crystal chandelier atop the grand dome fractured the hall into a thousand shards of light. The skeletal comparison data on the main display jittered, then froze entirely. The result panel stubbornly held a green outline locked at a hundred percent alignment.Vivienne’s gaze stayed fixed on the gaunt figure before her. Her right thumb pressed hard against her index knuckle, skin paling under the pressure.“No way through.” The assistant adjusted his glasses, projecting a 3D topological map. “The gas has breached the vertical shaft. According to the refuge’s secondary security protocol, the only viable path is the surface-level B3 blast-proof corridor—physically isolated, the sole redundant route.”Vivienne tore her eyes away.On the shattered floor, Locke sank to his knees, crimson soaking the cuffs of his tailored trousers. He reached toward her skirt, desperation etched across his features. She didn’t spare him a glance.“Take him,” she said coldly. “He knows the seal’s locat

The blast-proof boots shattered the static grid beneath the titanium-silver floor.Inside the cylindrical, ultra-sterile chamber, the planet’s most advanced ringed medical machinery loomed. Its hum was low, precise, inhuman.The highest-grade molecular filters sucked the air dry, then reassembled it. There was no scent of decay, no hint of death—only the biting pressure of antiseptic cold.In a floating tank, the azure fluid trembled. A woman’s hair fanned out like drifting seaweed, her face frozen in a memory two decades old.But the hollow in her left chest was grotesque.Pale ribs curled outward, jagged. A cold-glowing mechanical heart pulsed with ruthless rhythm.Dozens of biochemists in heavy hazmat suits scrambled to deploy array terminals. Quantum light probes stabbed into the tank’s data ports.“Warning! Host central nervous system highly symbiotic with the strain!”The chief expert’s eyes darted over flickering red lines. Sweat gleamed at his temples.“This strain has extreme

The heavy Leviathan helicopter tore through Manhattan’s night sky, cleaving thick clouds with violent force. Four military-grade turbine engines screamed, rotor blades chopping the air into a turbulent frenzy, tearing away ice that had clung stubbornly to every armored seam since Siberia.Below, the financial district shimmered like molten circuitry. Thousands of skyscrapers rose like steel trees, neon lights weaving a golden web over the streets.Inside the cabin, the life-support system pumped freezing air, colliding with the city’s warmth, leaving delicate droplets on the bulletproof windows.The engines throttled back. The Leviathan hovered for two taut seconds before descending onto the open helipad atop the Alexander conglomerate headquarters. The H-shaped reflective markers gleamed under the wind, while rows of high-intensity lights flickered on.Hundreds of armored bodyguards knelt in perfect formation, night-vision goggles casting an eerie green glow. Breaths synchronized,

Night pressed down over Manhattan. The penthouse study remained dark.Only the cold blue glow of curved, high-frequency screens lit the room. Hundreds of square meters of space glimmered faintly in their light.Vivienne wore the black silk shirt Alexander had been wearing last night. It hung loose, barely covering her thighs. She curled barefoot into the leather swivel chair.She leaned forward, hands hovering above nothing. Ten fingers stretched across six rows of floating holographic keys. Her strokes left ghostly trails. A string of test codes cascaded down the fiber-optic core.Deep beneath the city, the mother nest’s digital defenses were formidable. Vivienne attacked relentlessly. Multidimensional, high-frequency pulses slammed into every firewall. Cold light traced the sharp angles of her face. Thousands of data streams reflected in her eyes, cascading like storms. Her mind raced. Every countermeasure had to hit perfectly.The heavy walnut door opened without a sound.Alexand

Manhattan.Morning fog drifted between the skyscrapers, pale against the steel and glass of the financial district.A convoy of black Rolls-Royces moved through the empty avenue in complete silence.Sixteen cars.Armored. Identical. Heavy enough to make the street feel smaller.The convoy stopped outside Alexander Consortium Headquarters.The lead door opened.Vivienne stepped out in black diamond heels.Her dress was black with a dark red lining hidden beneath the fabric. Clean design. No jewelry. No unnecessary detail.Black tactical straps circled her bare arms.Not decoration.Mobility.The kind of outfit made for drawing a weapon without hesitation.A red warning light flashed across the tactical watch on her wrist.Rows of unstable data rolled over the screen.Depth pressure. Seismic movement. Pulse activity.Something deep underground was moving again.Far below Manhattan.The old thing had started breathing.Vivienne glanced down once.Then shut the display against her