Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Chapter 162Four months later. The harsh, biting winds of late November howled against the reinforced glass windows of the Frost Estate, signaling the arrival of a brutal winter storm. But inside the sprawling subterranean medical suite, the atmosphere was a sharp, chaotic blend of clinical urgency and overwhelming, beautiful panic. "Breathe, Zara. You’re doing perfectly," Dr. Hayes instructed calmly, standing at the foot of the delivery bed. He had traded his usual pristine white coat for standard surgical scrubs. Zara let out a ragged, agonizing scream, gripping the rails of the bed so tightly her knuckles were stark white. Her face was flushed, soaked in a cold sweat, her dark hair plastered to her forehead. "I can't!" Zara gasped, thrashing her head back against the pillows. "It hurts too much!""You can," Ethan’s voice was a low, steady, grounding rumble right next to her ear. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, entirely ignoring sterile protocol. He held her left hand i

Chapter 164 The silence on the sunlit patio was absolute, broken only by the faint, distant hum of the estate’s security drones patrolling the perimeter. Ethan stared at the glowing red lines perfectly synchronized on Leo’s tablet. The implications were staggering. Someone possessed the technological capability to invent a synthetic alloy that defied metallurgical science, and they had used it to broadcast the precise cardiovascular rhythm of his four-year-old daughter. It wasn't just a threat. It was a terrifying demonstration of omnipotence. We can touch her whenever we want. "Jax," Ethan commanded, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated with suppressed violence. "Quarantine the East Wing. Nobody enters or exits without my direct authorization. Get the lead box into the subterranean lab." "Yes, sir," Jax responded instantly, securing the lid of the containment box and lifting it off the patio table. Ethan turned to Zara. She was standing rigidly, her hands resting protecti

Chapter 156The silence of the Oculus transit hub was suddenly oppressive, the vast white architecture feeling less like a marvel and more like the ribbed belly of a massive, suffocating beast.Ethan Cole stood frozen, his phone crushed tightly in his hand. The masked figure was gone. The Architect had vanished into the labyrinth of the city, leaving behind an ultimatum that required the systematic dismantling of his entire life's work, or the murder of his children.He didn't run toward the escalators. If the Architect truly had bypassed Leo’s firewall, any sudden, aggressive movement could trigger the execution command.Ethan slowly turned on his heel and walked back out into the humid New York night.The armored Maybach was waiting at the curb. Ethan slid into the back seat. Jax was in the driver's seat, glancing back through the rearview mirror."Sir?" Jax asked, noting the terrifyingly calm, absolute zero expression on his boss’s face. "Did you make contact?""Drive, Jax," Ethan

Chapter 168The eerie, sickly green glow of the emergency chemical lights cast long shadows against the concrete walls of the subterranean medical suite. Dr. Hayes worked in absolute, focused silence. He meticulously sutured the small incision on Elara’s chest, his hands entirely steady now that the horrifying race against the clock was over. The steady, rhythmic beep of a battery-powered portable heart monitor filled the room. It was the most beautiful sound Ethan Cole had ever heard. Zara sat on the edge of the surgical table. She hadn't let go of Elara’s hand since the four-year-old opened her eyes. Zara’s face was streaked with dried tears, her clothes stained with her daughter's blood, but she radiated the fierce, untouchable peace of a mother who had just dragged her child back from the abyss. Ethan stood near the heavy glass doors. He didn't crowd the table. The violent, crushing terror that had paralyzed his chest for the last hour was slowly draining away, but it wasn't l

Chapter 170The roaring inferno of the melting quantum servers cast dancing, demonic shadows across Julian Pierce’s face. Ethan Cole didn't move. For the first time in his life, his brilliant, analytical mind completely stalled, violently rejecting the terrifying reality standing in front of him. "Julian," Ethan repeated, the word sounding hollow, scraping out of a dry throat. Julian didn't look like a terrified hostage. He didn't look like a man who had been forced into a mask. He adjusted his ruined, pristine white suit jacket, his hazel eyes completely devoid of the warm, loyal empathy Ethan had come to rely on. The eyes were cold, calculating, and utterly sociopathic. "You look surprised, Ethan," Julian mocked gently, stepping away from the glass. The heat in the room was becoming unbearable as the thermite devoured billions of dollars in hardware. "I suppose you were expecting an old European patriarch? Or perhaps another rogue SEC agent? I told you, the Architects don't deal