The CEO’s Vengeful Bride
Her reflection shimmered in the polished obsidian floor, fractured and whole all at once – a mirror of the woman she had become.
Damien stood beside her, wounded but unwavering, his hand resting lightly on the pistol holstered beneath his jacket. Across from them, Victor typed furiously at the console, lines of code cascading down the monitor. Isabelle patched up from their last battle, and leaned against the wall, watching Elena with cautious hope.
The world was burning above them—cities overrun by AI drones, digital banners bearing Luca's face, and firestorms spreading through what remained of the global infrastructure. Phase Three was live.
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