Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 621: A reunion she longed for.

Cassius let go of her hand with a look of pure disgust. He wiped the blood off the bracelet with a handkerchief and tossed it onto the table. His eyes held disgust, almost as if Moon’s blood was tainted with poison. "See?" he said, his voice flat and disappointed. "Nothing. The damn bracelet remains the same as a piece of junk."

"So, no one knows how to activate it!?" Peter threw his hands up in frustration. "It’s our key to greatness! I want more than this! I want to be remembered as the man that built back this country! I want to step on Hades Quinn’s head and prove to him that he did not destroy me."

Blood rushed from Moon’s face. What was Peter talking about? Where was Hades Quinn and what was going on with him? She wanted to ask, but she was too afraid to say anything.

Cassius pointed his glass at Moon, who was slowly pushing herself up from the floor. "She knows. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been whispering in Denise’s ideas about stealing the bracelet back from me. She would not have bought it from Sunshine. You don’t plot a heist for a paperweight."

Moon froze.

A cold realization washed over her. Her suspicions were right: Cassius hadn’t "forgotten" anything. He had been playing the long game; his memories were intact. This was all a ploy to keep her here as a future telling pet. This whole marriage, this whole city... it was just a fancy cage built especially for her. She looked at the two men_ the narcissist and the pretender.

Both were not true to her, and they had treated her so badly. Now, she realized the only way to survive was to break them apart. When they were shattered, her chance to escape would come. "The bracelet is a family heirloom," Moon said, her voice shaking but clear. "There are only three of us left. If I can’t activate it with my blood, then that leaves only two others. My father, who is probably dead or useless... and my cousin."

"Sunshine Raine?" Peter asked, his interest piqued. "Hades’ wife?"

Cassius’s face darkened instantly. "Put her name out of your mouth, Moon," he warned, his voice dropping an octave. "You just want to drag her down."

Peter let out a sharp, mocking clap. He turned to his son, laughing. "So that’s it! That’s why you’ve been obsessed with that girl. It’s not just her ass; you think she could be the battery for your toy."

Cassius didn’t deny it. He pressed his lips into a hard line, his silence confirming everything.

"Once a fool, always a fool," Peter growled, his face inches from Cassius’s. "If not for my planning, you’d be a corpse in the wilderness. And here you are, pinning your hopes on a woman who belongs to another man."

"I love her," Cassius vowed, his eyes flashing with a sudden, desperate fire. "I won’t let you harm her, father. I mean it."

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bounty flyer, tossing it onto the floor in front of Cassius. "The Quinns are rich, Cassius. Obscenely rich. I have been gathering information about them for weeks. My superhumans have traveled far and brought back whispers of wondrous things in the West with the Quinn group logo. I have a feeling that little trinket has everything to do with how they built that fortress while we are struggling to find clean water."

Cassius shook his head stubbornly. "Or maybe they just listened to Moon’s warnings and actually prepared! Remember? Hades sold off every asset he had before the first meteor fell. The Quinn’s already owned land and buildings on Westbrook Mountain. I remember all the trucks that were coming in and out of Quinn manor before Moon kidnapped me. With the billions Hades has, it is not impossible to build a shelter, and the location is favorable too. It’s math, not magic."

Peter’s features flickered with doubt, but his greed was winning. Moon, meanwhile, had crawled forward to look at the flyer. Her heart skipped a beat. "Thirty million?" She whispered, her voice cracking. "Why... why am I wanted for that much?"

Peter scoffed, looking at her with fresh eyes_ now she wasn’t just a "used tissue," she was a winning lottery ticket. "We’ll find out when I take you there and collect."

Tears pricked Moon’s eyes, but for the first time in months, they weren’t tears of terror. They were tears of relief. Thirty million was a king’s ransom. Sunshine wasn’t hunting her for revenge. She was spending a fortune to find her because they were family. They were sisters more than just cousins. She’s coming for me, Moon thought, a small, secret spark of hope igniting in her chest. She’s actually looking for me, just as she did in her last life.

The good days were coming!

All things considered, it was a good thing that Sunshine was not suffering. It made her useful.

Peter turned to Alex, his face set in stone. "Take her back. Lock her in her room. Put two guards on the door. From now on, she doesn’t breathe without my permission. She isn’t a wife anymore_ she’s a prisoner. "

As Alex hauled her up again, Moon didn’t scream this time. She let herself be led away, her eyes fixed on the flyer. She was a prisoner, yes, but for the first time, she knew that she had found an escape.

The heavy door groaned shut, and the lock clicked with a finality that would have terrified any normal woman. But Moon wasn’t a normal woman; she was a survivor with a memory like a vault and a heart made of cold, calculating ambition.

She ignored the sting from the cut on her finger. Instead, she paced the small perimeter of her room, her mind whirring like a high-speed processor.

"Thirty million," she whispered, a hysterical little giggle escaping her lips. "I always knew Suni had a soft heart ha!"

She sank into the black velvet couch.

Her thoughts drifted to the future_ or rather, the future she intended to steal. In her past life, she had snagged Cassius right out from under Sunshine’s nose. Why couldn’t she do it again? But this time, she wanted the real prize. She wanted Hades.

"The kids are a bit of a localized disaster," she muttered, tapping her chin. "And Amber... ugh, Amber. That woman is like a cockroach that learned how to use a flamethrower. A total menace. But with my memories, I can handle her."

She leaned back, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. Maybe she didn’t even need to marry into the Quinn family. Maybe she could just... own it. If she played Peter right, they could take the fortress together. Then, once the dust settled and the base was hers, she’d find a very quiet, very permanent way to dispose of her evil husband and all the Quinns.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. The fear was gone, replaced by the intoxicating scent of a fresh gamble.

"I really can’t wait for our reunion, sis," she exhaled, a long cloud of breath leaving her lungs as she relaxed into the cushions.