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Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire My son is in danger
“Ms. Sinclair, I need you to stay in the vehicle.”“No.”“Ma’am...”“Agent Whitlock, my son is in that building.” Evelyn already had the armored door open. Rain slammed across her face, and the floodlights turned every drop into a white needle. “You can arrest me for it later.”Whitlock swore under her breath and ran after her.They had driven the last forty minutes without a word. Arthur had stayed behind with Eleanor, white-faced, and Evelyn had said nothing to him when she left, because anything she said would have been unforgivable or unbearable. Beside her in the SUV, Whitlock’s radio had crackled with the airport, the tactical teams, the coordinates Daniel had sent twice. Pruitt’s voice had come through at last: the Kingsley plant. East building. Chloe Hart had said so. A man named Julian had confirmed it, face down on a concrete floor.And inside Evelyn’s coat, her phone held a single message she had read until the words blurred.I’m bringing our son home.She ran.Federal agen
Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire Weight of a Blow
Adrian drove his head backward into the nose of the man behind him.Cartilage cracked. The grip on his left arm went slack, and he twisted free, wrenched his right arm loose from the second man, and ran. Not away. Straight across the concrete toward the small gray figure and the scarred hand clamped around his arm.“Daddy!”“Hold on, buddy!”The man with the scar swung Ethan up onto his hip like a sack and turned for the door. Adrian hit him at a full run, shoulder first, and all three of them went down in a tangle of limbs and blanket.Pain flared across his ribs. He didn’t care. He had Ethan’s wrist. He had the small cold hand in his own, and he wrapped both arms around his son and rolled, putting his own back to the room.“Don’t let go!” Ethan was crying now, the brave voice finally gone. “Daddy, don’t let go!”“I won’t. I won’t. Not ever.”A boot slammed into his thigh. A second kick caught his kidney. He grunted, curled tighter around the boy, and over Ethan’s head saw the scarre
Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire Opposite Sides
Adrian did not raise his hands. He did not need to. The two men who closed around him had done it before, and the pat-down was brisk and impersonal. They found his phone and crushed it under a heel. They found nothing else, because there was nothing else.“Hello, Father,” Adrian said.Richard lowered the flashlight. Rain beaded on the silver of his hair, and in the dark his face looked carved. He leaned on a cane Adrian had never seen him use.“I had hoped you would be sensible,” Richard said. “I see I have never once been that fortunate.”“Where is he?”“Safe. Warm. Fed.” Richard turned and began to walk. “Come. You will want to see for yourself, and I would like to say a few things before this is over.”They marched him across the yard and through the open doors into the main hall of the east building. A single work light hung from a chain, swaying slightly, throwing long shadows over rows of dead machinery. The air smelled of rust and old oil. Adrian knew every inch of this room. H
Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire He memorized it
Ethan sat very still on the cold concrete, because Mom said that when something scary happens, the first job is to be a good noticer.So he noticed.There were three windows high up on the wall. Two of them had no glass at all, only black holes where the wind whistled in. The third was covered with a plastic bag that breathed in and out like it was asleep. By the door was a gray box with buttons, but the button for seven was gone, and a red wire hung out of it like a tail.On the other side of the room stood a wide metal door that slid on a track. A chain went through its handle, and the chain hung low and loose. One link on it was bent open, like a mouth saying ah.Ethan looked at the red wire. He looked at the bent link. He looked at the windows again.Then he did what Mom said to do next. He named five things in his head. Concrete. Wire. Window. Chain. Blanket.The blanket was new. A man with a scar through his eyebrow had thrown it at him an hour ago, a gray moving blanket that sm
Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire How did you find me?
The ticket to Lisbon was one way, and Chloe Hart had paid for it with the last clean money she owned.She sat in a rented sedan on level four of the airport parking structure with the engine off and her passport in her lap, watching her banking app crawl toward completion. Four point one million. Transferring. Please hold.She had given Adrian the flash drive. She had meant it, every file of it. But a woman has to eat, she had told herself, and one account had stayed in her pocket, a forgotten coin in a coat after the laundry. Tonight she would disappear with it. Tomorrow she would be someone else, somewhere warm, where no one had ever heard of the Kingsleys.Her phone lit up. Julian. The eleventh call.She let it ring out. Then she saw the headlights sweep the ramp, slow, and settle behind her car like a hand on her shoulder.Julian stepped out into the gloom, hands in his coat pockets, perfectly at ease. He tapped twice on her window.Chloe pressed record on the phone in her lap, sl
Divorced For The Heiress... But I Was The Real Billionaire Adrian killed it
“Say that again,” Adrian shouted into the phone, wipers slapping back and forth as rain began to fall on Alder Hollow Road.“The provider accepted the company’s authority,” Daniel said, the signal crackling. “Unit fourteen is Kingsley property, and you’re acting chairman. They reactivated the tracker twenty minutes ago. It only pings while the engine runs, every ninety seconds, but sir, it is running.”“Where?”“Not where you are. Hold on.”Adrian killed the headlights and rolled the last hundred yards in the dark. The lodge squatted among the pines like something abandoned by its own family. He put his shoulder to the door, and it gave on the second try.Cold air. Dust. A deer head stared down from the wall with glass eyes. In the beam of his phone he found one clean rectangle on the floorboards where something had stood, a cot perhaps, and a crushed cigarette pack beside it. Nothing else. No boy. No voice. No fear in the walls.“It’s empty,” he said. “Daniel, it’s empty.”“I know. L
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