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53. Party In the Lion's Den
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2025-06-23 08:01:51The garage looked normal. Ordinary sedans, a couple of luxury imports, and zero sign of the signature red Ferrari, the sleek black sports car, or his monstrous military-style SUV. I remembered James telling us he already brought the cars here four days ago.
Misha, utterly unconcerned, gestured lazily to the far side of the garage. “Over there.”I followed his hand and finally noticed the thick, glass-paneled divider stretching from floor to ceiling. It was barely noticeable at first glance. Beyond it was a gated section lit with low amber lights. Behind the reinforced glass sat his three cars in pristine formation. The Ferrari gleaming under spotlight like it belonged in a showroom, the low-slung sports car looking fast even at a standstill, and the matte green off-road SUV hulking in the back like a caged beast.My eyebrows shot up. “You have your own private parking section?”He shrugged, walking toward it. “Perks of owning the building.”
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 107. A Little Game Old Men Plays
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 106. Threats
Misha, for all he cared, said, “That’s how I survive.”I shook my head, “And what about me? How do I survive, Misha? Huh? What do I do with the fact that the only person I’ve tried to protect is the one who keeps pulling the rug out from under me?”“You don’t have to protect me—”“No, apparently you want me to watch! You want me to stand there, helpless, while you get torn apart! And I’m supposed to what? Accept that because it’s your strategy?” I took a step back. My throat burned.“You think you’re smarter than everyone. That if you just play the game better, you’ll win. But all I see is someone who’d rather drown than ask for help. Someone who’d rather lie than be real with me.”He didn’t argue and just closed his eyes for a second. Then opened them again, slowly.“I never wanted you caught in this,” he muttered softly. “You’re in it because of who your father is. Because you stayed. Not because of me.”“That’s bullshit,” I snapped. “You pulled me in the second you let me do whate
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 105. How I Survived
The silence that followed as we walked out of that hellish room was unbearable. I half-expected Silas to snap again, to drag Misha back in and finish what he started, but he didn’t.Misha had won somehow and I didn’t know what that made me.I wrapped my arm around his waist carefully, keeping pace with his slow, limping steps. His weight leaned heavier on me with every second. He didn’t say anything as we moved through the long corridor of my father’s mansion, but I could feel every ragged breath against my shoulder, could feel the shiver running down his spine.He was burning, skin was too hot where I touched it. Fever.I clenched my teeth. “Don’t you dare pass out on me.”A huff of breath, almost a laugh escaped him, but it cracked on the way out. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”We reached the stairs. I hesitated. “You can’t walk this.”“Can’t?” he muttered, lips barely moving. “Sounds like a challenge.” He was trying to play
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 104. This Room, This Lie
I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand how he could still be smirking?Misha’s body was wrecked. Burns streaked his arms from repeated electrocution, his ribs were dark with bruises, his lip split and crusted with dried blood. He hadn’t eaten nor slept in three days. They’d waterboarded him until his lungs screamed, until he should’ve broken, but now he looked like he’d crawled out of hell just to criticize the wallpaper.That crooked smirk was the worst thing I’d seen in days. It gutted me.“You…” My throat closed up. “You were—”Faking?No. Not all of it. He couldn’t have. No one could fake the way he’d convulsed minutes earlier. Or the way his wrists bled from the welded cuffs. Or how his voice gave out after hours of screaming when Silas and his men electrocuted him again and again until I thought I’d lose my mind—But now…That damn smirk.My breath stuttered out of
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 103. Cost of A Bluff
Silas stepped forward, casual, unhurried. “Your hands are shaking, princess.”I knew they were. My whole body trembled like I was standing naked in a storm. But I grit my teeth, squeezed the grip harder. “Doesn’t mean I won’t pull the trigger.”Silas tilted his head, cigarette balanced between his fingers. His eyes searched my face, and for once, there was no amusement in them.No laughter.Just a flicker of something cold and curious.“This your first time holding one of those?” he asked.I didn’t answer.Because if I opened my mouth, I might cry. And I couldn’t afford to cry right now. Not when Misha still sat in that chair, barely breathing, covered in burns. Suffering.All I had was this bluff.And the wild, reckless, stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, Silas would listen.Footsteps echoed from the stairwell behind me—slow, deliberate. The click of leather soles against concrete.
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