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113. I'm Cold
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2025-08-03 08:01:31“I want a divorce—”
“No.”The rejection was like a gunshot. I hadn't even closed my mouth when he flat out denied me.I blinked at him, half-waiting for him to laugh, to turn it into one of his ridiculous and ruthless mind games. But he didn’t.“I’m not giving you one,” Misha said.My mouth went dry. “You don’t get to deny me that.”“I do.” He took a step closer, heels crunching the wet grass. “Because you’re my wife, Lorraine.”My heart twisted in that awful, aching way that felt like being pulled apart by invisible threads. “Why? Why are you still here?”His brows drew together slightly. But I didn’t stop.“You got what you wanted,” I said, each word more bitter than the last. “You’re in the syndicate. You’ve earned my father’s trust. The power, the status—it’s all yours now. So why are you still not letting me go?”He hesitated.And that hesitation told me everything.“Rig
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 123. I Want No Part of Your Syndicate
“Misha,” I murmured. “He’s not just angry. He’s… practiced.”Vincent didn’t comment. Just watched me.“He was a soldier, you know,” I continued. “Rose through ranks fast. Decorated beyond belief. A hero. Warlord. That’s what made the papers.”“So I’ve heard,” Vincent said mildly.“They said he ended the war three years ago. Or helped end it, depending who you asked. He negotiated the surrender of half a province while still in uniform. Then disappeared off the radar. Just like that. Vanished.”Vincent said nothing.“Now he’s here,” I went on. “Near you. Sitting across from your men at the dinner table. Helping with operations. Watching. Always watching.”“You think he’s here for revenge?”I glanced at him. “Isn’t he?”Vincent shrugged slightly. “Probably.”“And you’re just letting it happen?”He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve had people gunning for
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 122. Misha’s Lost Family
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 121. I Buried All Four
“Why are you telling me this?”Vincent studied me for some long seconds before finally answering, “Because you're my daughter.”The words didn’t echo because we were in such ordinary infirmary for a huge mansion owned by a syndicate. They didn’t ring out with cinematic weight or hang in the air like some dramatic thunderclap because Vincent was just an old man laying on bed, not a god. He just said it, quiet and certain, like something already written into the walls.Still, it landed with a jolt in my chest.I stared at him, unsure what to feel about this. “You didn’t raise me. You didn’t even meet me until last month. So why does that matter now?”Vincent’s mouth curved, not quite a smile, more like something amused and wistful. “You know, most people wouldn’t say that out loud.”“You didn’t raise most people.”He chuckled, a dry rasp of a sound. “True.”I shifted in my seat, trying not to cross my arms and app
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 120. Fragile, Old Man
We didn’t go far. Renaldi and Wade had taken Vincent straight to the infirmary wing. A spotless, almost hospital-grade section of the mansion that smelled faintly of antiseptic and something akin to drugs. Illegal or not, I wouldn't ask.The staff had cleared the waiting area for us, which only made the space feel more charged. No chatter. No hushed gossip. Just a handful of very dangerous men sitting in a room that suddenly felt too small.I couldn’t sit still. My knee kept bouncing until Misha’s hand landed on it, firm but gentle. “Breathe, Angel” He said quietly, like we were the only two people there.I tried. It didn’t stick. My chest still felt tight.And then, without warning, he pulled me in, one arm sliding around my shoulders, tucking me into his side. I stiffened at first, partly because I knew at least three sets of eyes were on us, and partly because the gesture was so at odds with his usual brand of sharp-edged distance.
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 119. Coffee, Toast, and Chaos
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 118. Testing A Theory
By the time I heard the low hum of the black Ferrari pull into the driveway, the clock had just passed midnight. Vincent’s mansion was quiet, all staff were gone for the night, lights dimmed in the halls.I’d been lying in bed for the last forty minutes, flipping through a magazine I wasn’t reading, and very intentionally wearing the most impractical nightgown I owned. Sheer, short, and the kind of thing that was useless for warmth but excellent for… experiments.Jesse’s words had been replaying in my head all evening.Just me.His body responds only to mine.I wasn’t about to admit she’d gotten in my head. But I was curious. And I wanted to see it for myself. Maybe.The bedroom door clicked open.Misha stepped inside, dark suit still sharp despite the late hour, hair mussed just enough to hint at how long his day had been. He was loosening his tie, eyes half-lidded, and then he saw me.He stopped still.
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