All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

​The raw, choking smell of unrefined petroleum and pressurized methane surged through the floor vents, instantly mingling with the freezing sub-zero drafts of Vault 03. Across the dark staging bay, the thick crimson fluid bubbled up relentlessly, staining the pristine white thermal uniforms of the rogue Cross guards as it crept over the iron floorboards like an encroaching, sluggish tide.​"Keep your distance!" the Cross remnant screamed, his fingers trembling violently as they hovered over the manual detonator switch. His face was slick with sweat despite the biting cold, his eyes darting frantically from the pitch-black, flooding drainage vents behind him to the monstrous, heavily built form of Julian advancing through the open bulkhead. "I swear to God, Julian, if your shadow touches this platform, I'll depress the trigger! The coolant line will explode, and this entire vault will become a localized vacuum chamber. Your father will freeze into solid glass before his heart can beat

The crimson vital indicators on VANGUARD-01 had barely stabilized into a steady, rhythmic blue before the mechanical peace of the vault was shattered once again.​Vivian remained anchored within Julian’s fierce, protective embrace, the burning heat of his massive chest acting as a direct shield against the freezing nitrogen dust still settling around her boots. Her fingers were still chilled to a pale numbness, but her breath was steady. Beside them, Leo let out a ragged sigh of relief, leaning his entire weight against the heavy manual iron wheel at the base of the framework.​"Sovereign! Look at the secondary terminal arrays!" Leo’s voice suddenly broke from the upper command platform, his tone fracturing into an immediate tactical panic that caused Julian’s grip around Vivian’s waist to tighten instantly.​The primitive monochrome monitors lining the vault walls didn't display the successful stabilization data for long. Instead, the central interface let out a series of three sharp,

​His gray eyes burned with a dark, territorial mania, the silver scars tracking down his neck flaring a dark, bruised violet under his heavy leather harness. His right hand remained locked around the hilt of his heavy tungsten blade, the dark metal stained with the grease of the fallen Cross guards.​"You're tracking shadows into a bottomless grave, Vance," Julian growled, his deep, gravelly voice dropping into a dark, guttural register that vibrated violently straight through her spine. His chest plate rose and fell with a heavy, dangerous rhythm against her shoulder blades, his body heat acting as an absolute blast furnace in the freezing gloom. His left arm tightened around her waist with an intense, possessive ownership that signaled an absolute refusal to let her out of his reach. "My father's pod and the vanguard line are locked to our sleds. If the lower crust is sealing, we fight our way back through the raider sectors on the surface. I’m not letting you step onto a plummeting

​DING.​REGIONAL TRACK JUNCTION BOX: OVERRIDDEN.DECELERATION COUPLING: ENGAGED.TRACK SWITCH: ACTIVE.​A deafening, metallic screech echoed from the dark tunnel mouth as the massive iron guide rails beneath the platform shifted with a violent, hydraulic groan.​An instant later, the automated defense train erupted from the darkness like an unholy iron beast, its massive steam-induction turbines venting a scorching, white-hot cloud of pressurized vapor into the cavern. Bound by Vivian's hard-line track override, the multi-ton locomotive violently veered onto the parallel deceleration line, its heavy carbon-steel flank slamming against the magnetic guide rails with a blinding storm of kinetic sparks that painted the entire terminal in a brilliant, chaotic gold.​The velocity was still terrifying—nearly eighty miles an hour—creating a violent, localized vacuum that threatened to drag the scouts straight off the platform edges.​"Now, Julian!" Vivian ordered.​Julian didn't hesitate for

​His gray eyes burned with a fierce, territorial mania, the silver scars tracking down his neck flaring a dark, dangerous crimson under his heavy leather harness. His right hand remained locked around the hilt of his heavy tungsten blade, his muscles bulging as his immense body heat acted as an absolute furnace in the freezing draft of the bay. His left arm tightened around her waist like an iron vise, anchoring her completely to his frame with a savage ownership that signaled an absolute refusal to let her step into the path of the venting core mist.​"You're not sending a high-voltage pulse into an unstable plasma core while I'm breathing, Vance," Julian growled, his deep, gravelly voice dropping into a dark, guttural register that vibrated violently straight through her spine. His chest plate rose and fell in heavy, ragged patterns against her shoulder blades, his territorial protectiveness flaring into an absolute command. "If that canister fractures from your feedback pulse, the