A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 04

A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 04

Locked in a dark, unpowered room for two full days, I drained my backup battery.

My internal hydraulic system suffered a fatal leak.

Lacking lubricant, the synthetic ball joint in my left shoulder severely loosened.

Any slight force would physically dislocate it.

Without the thermal module, my silicone skin turned ice-cold and pale.

I wrapped myself in a thick trench coat, zipped to the chin.

Sitting stiffly on the bed, I counted down.

Tomorrow morning, Leo would bring the clone to get me.

At dusk, the door suddenly opened.

Sophie slipped in while Gabriel was out.

Her eyes dripped with venom.

“Enjoying your wait for death in the dark, Luna?”

I didn’t look up, my cervical joint locked tight.

Seeing me ignore her, she sneered and grabbed my left wrist.

Her tone reeked of vindictive glee.

“Chloe’s about to call me Mom. You’ll never beat me.”

Her nails dug into my fragile silicone skin, leaving dents.

“Come on, let’s get some air on the balcony!”

She yanked hard, dragging me toward the second-floor open balcony.

My left shoulder joint clicked dangerously.

I dared not struggle, fearing the arm would tear off.

Heavy and clumsy, I stumbled along with her pull.

Just as we reached the edge, an engine roared below.

Gabriel and Chloe were home from shopping.

Sophie locked onto them, her lips curling into a sinister smile.

She suddenly released me and stumbled back.

Half her body hung precariously over the railing.

“Luna! Please don’t!”

She shrieked downstairs, her voice cracking.

“I said I don’t want the kidney! Why are you pushing me!”

Gabriel looked up at the sound.

He saw Sophie teetering on the edge, while I stood rigidly before her.

A perfect murder scene.

“Luna! Don’t you dare touch her!”

Gabriel’s roar split the air from below.

Chloe screamed, “Mom! Are you crazy!”

Frantic footsteps pounded up the stairs, shaking the villa.

Gabriel rushed up, eyes bloodshot, and slammed the balcony door open.

Seeing Sophie slipping, he lost all reason and roared.

He lunged at me.

He clamped both hands onto my teetering left arm.

Using all his strength, he wrenched it sideways to throw me off and save Sophie.

Crack.

A sharp snap.

Gabriel used too much force and stumbled back from the inertia.

He felt a heavy object in his hands.

Sophie’s fake terrified cries died in her throat.

Gabriel stared down blankly.

His pupils shrank.

He held my entire left arm.

Severed clean at the shoulder.

No spurting blood, no red flesh.

Just a mass of cold, pale silicone.

And a silver metal ball joint exposed at the break, wrapped in charred wires.

Faint blue sparks flickered from the severed wire ends.

Cold wind swept the balcony, filling the air with a strong smell of machine oil.

Gabriel’s hands shook as he stared at the mechanical limb.

Then he looked up at my empty left shoulder.

His lips quivered, his voice drifting, “What the fuck are you?”