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His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 151
A Future Worth Fighting ForThe sun broke through the curtains in gentle streaks, illuminating the edges of the soft linen sheets. Claire stirred, her head resting on Adrian’s chest, their legs tangled beneath the covers. For the first time in what felt like years, there was no impending war, no betrayal around the corner—just the sound of Adrian’s steady breathing and the soft hum of the world beginning again.She traced a finger over a scar on his torso—the one Gavin had left behind. It had been stitched cleanly, but it told a story of chaos, of survival. Of the man she’d once thought was her enemy, and who had become the only person who’d truly fought for her.He opened his eyes slowly, catching her fingers in his. “That tickles,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep.She smiled, brushing his hair back. “I like knowing you’re real.”“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Not now. Not ever.”Claire kissed the corner of his mouth, letting the moment stretch out. But even as they bask
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 150
Into the Lion’s DenThe ocean wind roared like a beast beneath the chopper’s blades. Claire tightened the straps on her tactical vest, her fingers steady despite the storm raging inside her. Across from her, Adrian double-checked the satellite tablet, his jaw tense with focus.“We land on the east dock,” he said. “The cliffside mansion is here.” He tapped the screen. “Gavin’s likely holed up in the main estate. Underground escape tunnels run beneath the foundation—Daniel and the strike team will block the exits.”“And if he tries to run?” Claire asked.Adrian met her eyes. “He won’t get the chance.”Beside them, Cassandra adjusted her earpiece, eyes sharp. “The guards are former mercs—loyal to Gavin, not Calderon. They’ll shoot first, no questions asked.”“I’m counting on it,” Adrian muttered, voice dark.Claire slid a photo into her chest pocket—the last one she’d taken with Noah the night before. His smile, soft and sweet, reminded her what they were fighting for.Justice.Truth.An
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 149
The Poison BeneathCassandra’s intelligence was sharper than either Claire or Adrian wanted to admit.Over the course of the next few days, she laid out a map that had taken her years to build—hidden bank accounts, dead-end shell corporations, and off-grid facilities funded through proxies. Everything linked back to Gavin’s empire like a web, sticky and suffocating.“I only scratched the surface before,” Cassandra admitted, sliding another folder across the table to Adrian. “But now I don’t care who burns with him. I want out. And I want him ruined.”Claire flipped through the documents. Photos of senators, CEOs, and medical directors at private parties. One snapshot showed Gavin with a syringe in hand, laughing as a bound man was injected with something.“Jesus,” Claire whispered. “This was never just about money.”“No,” Adrian said darkly. “It was always about control. And Gavin’s always wanted to be king.”Cassandra gave a grim nod. “He never cared who bled to make that happen.”Cl
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 148
Truths and TriggersClaire sat at the breakfast table, barely tasting the toast in her mouth. Across from her, Adrian was silent, scanning through the latest updates from their private security team. His eyes flicked over encrypted messages, his jaw tense. Even in his usual sharp black shirt and slacks, he looked like a man at war—with everyone, including himself.She set her coffee down, watching him. “You haven’t said a word since the call.”His fingers stilled over the screen. “That’s because I’m trying not to say the wrong one.”Claire raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care about that?”He looked up, his eyes darker than usual. “Since someone threatened the woman I—” He caught himself and exhaled, standing abruptly. “Since someone dared threaten you.”Claire pushed back her chair, following him as he moved to the window overlooking the estate grounds.“They’re desperate, Adrian. If Douglas is calling me directly, that means we’ve shaken something loose.”“And it means they’re
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 147
Threads of the PastThe rain began just as Claire stepped onto the balcony of Blackwood Estate, drizzling like whispers from the sky. The storm hadn’t rolled in yet—but it was coming. Thick clouds loomed over the city, casting everything in a dull gray hue that made the skyline look like a ghost of itself.Below her, Adrian’s security team ran final checks on the perimeter. Ever since the envelope and the revelation about Douglas Raines, the estate had transformed from a sanctuary into a war room.Claire gripped the railing, letting the cold iron anchor her thoughts.She wasn’t the same woman she was a year ago—naive, hopeful, desperate for love and validation. That woman had been destroyed the day of her ruined wedding, and again the day she walked out of prison. What stood in her place now was someone forged in betrayal, tempered in loss, and sharpened by truth.She was done playing defense.“Claire.”She turned to see Adrian approaching, rain dotting the shoulders of his black coat
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 146
Digging Up HellClaire couldn’t sleep.The photograph from the anonymous envelope lay on the edge of her nightstand like a ticking bomb. It was harmless on the surface—just a snapshot from a summer long past. But the red ink on the back made it venomous.“You don’t know who you’re fighting.”Claire traced the image with her eyes for the hundredth time. She still couldn’t place the man beside Malcolm. He was older, maybe in his late forties at the time—tall, dressed in a pressed suit, a fedora tilted slightly over his face. There was an air of authority to him, something that didn’t belong in the casual setting of a summer estate.A ghost from the past. One she didn’t remember inviting.Adrian sat beside her, reading the photograph with a calculating gaze. He was unusually quiet, but she knew his silence meant his mind was racing.“You said Malcolm had business partners,” he finally said, breaking the quiet. “Shady ones. Did he ever mention names?”Claire shook her head. “Never in fron
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 145
Hidden Cards, Dangerous GamesThe morning after the gala arrived shrouded in mist, but the Blackwood estate had not yet settled. The night’s glamour had faded, replaced by a charged stillness that hung in the air like a held breath.Claire stood on the balcony, arms folded tightly around herself. Her emerald gown from the previous evening had been replaced by a simple cream blouse and tailored black trousers, but she still looked every bit the woman who had stood against a room full of enemies. Still, the weight of the previous night clung to her shoulders.Gavin’s presence at the gala hadn’t just unsettled her—it had confirmed something she feared: he wasn’t done. His words echoed in her mind like poison soaked in silk."You’re making enemies you don’t understand."Claire turned as she heard footsteps behind her. Adrian emerged from their bedroom, shirt half-buttoned, his expression taut with unreadable tension. He’d been up most of the night speaking with Daniel and the estate’s sec
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 144
A Masquerade of PowerThe day of the gala dawned with an air of tension thick enough to cut with a blade.From the moment Claire woke, the Blackwood estate buzzed with activity. Staff hurried through the halls like ants preparing for war—florists, caterers, technicians, stylists, and security officers worked in synchronized chaos, each one acutely aware that this wasn’t just another opulent gathering of the elite.This was a battlefield dressed in velvet.Claire stood at the grand window of the master suite, sipping coffee from a porcelain cup as she watched the transformation unfold in the courtyard. The Blackwood crest was embossed on every silk napkin, the floors polished until they gleamed like mirrors. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers as decorators arranged white orchids and golden candelabras in symmetrical perfection.But beneath the glamour, she could feel the storm building.Adrian joined her quietly, his tailored black suit already pressed and pristine. No words pass
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 143
Pieces on the BoardThe morning after the media storm was eerily quiet.Claire sat by the window, legs curled under her, watching the rain streak down the glass like delicate veins. The city buzzed beneath them, but it was a muffled hum, distant and removed. A calm before another inevitable storm.The takedown of Gavin’s ploy had been a success—at least for now. The news cycles were ablaze with headlines like “Corporate Sabotage Exposed: Blackwood Empire Fights Back” and “Claire Donovan-Blackwood: The Woman Who Wouldn’t Be Broken.”But she didn’t feel triumphant.Not yet.Adrian entered the room, phone in hand, suit impeccable despite the long night. He looked tired, though—shadows under his eyes, tension lining his jaw. “Gavin’s radio silent,” he said, tossing the phone on the table. “Too silent.”Claire looked up. “Licking his wounds?”“Or sharpening his blade.”She sighed. “What now?”“We solidify our position. Rebuild trust. If he wants to turn allies against us, we remind them wh
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