All Chapters of The Billionaire and his Blood-Bride: Chapter 181
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One – Choices and Consequences
The hum of the terminal faded into a quiet, almost reverent stillness. Outside, the city continued to wake, oblivious to the storm of truths that had just been unleashed. Inside the archive, the air smelled of dust, metal, and old paper, a scent that seemed to anchor Lana to the reality of the moment.Grey leaned against the console, arms crossed, eyes scanning the monitors that now displayed every hidden corner of the Foundation’s reach. “It’s done,” he said quietly, though his voice carried the weight of the world. “They can’t hide anymore.”Lana turned from the glowing screens, gripping the edge of the desk. “Done? Is it really done?” Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from the enormity of what they had just unleashed. “We’ve exposed everything. People will pay. Innocents, guilty parties… I don’t know if I’m ready to bear that.”Grey stepped closer, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “No one expects you to bear it alone. You didn’t create this world, Lana. You just chose to
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two – Dawn of Choice
Months had passed since the archive, since the files had been exposed, since the world had glimpsed the truth of the Foundation. Grey and Lana moved quietly, deliberately, navigating a city that was still reckoning with what had been uncovered. The streets had grown warmer with spring, the sunlight catching on glass towers and cobblestones alike, but there was a calm in them neither had known for years.Lana walked beside Grey along a quiet park path, the early morning crowd sparse and oblivious. She carried no bag, no files, no secrets—only herself. For the first time, she felt unmoored from every life that had been imposed on her. Mara Rey, Subject 47-R, the carefully cataloged versions of herself—they were remnants of a past that belonged to others. She was Lana, finally, in her own skin, allowed to exist without explanation or validation.Grey’s hand brushed hers, light but deliberate. “How does it feel?” he asked, voice low, almost hesitant.“Strange,” Lana admitted. “I don’t hav