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CHAPTER 239
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The world narrowed to the feel of his blood, warm and slick between my fingers, and the terrifying stillness of his body. “Jeff? Jeff!” My voice was a ragged sob, tearing from a place so deep inside me I didn’t know existed. I pressed harder against the wound, a futile attempt to stem the tide of life leaving him. “Don’t you do this. Don’t you dare leave me!”The two men stood over us, their weapons now lowered but their presence a cold, looming threat. The one in the suit, the fake doctor, clicked his tongue. “A pointless sentiment. Check his pulse.”The other man, the gardener-turned-assassin, knelt, his fingers pressing against Jeff’s neck. He looked up and gave a curt nod. “Alive. But not for long without medical attention.”Alive. The word was a gasp of oxygen in a vacuum. He was alive.The man in the suit smiled that cold, professional smile again. “Good. That simplifies things. A dead billionaire is a messy complication. A comatose one… well, that’s just a change in management.
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The ghost of the pain was a cold whisper against the warmth of my hope. I stood frozen in the center of the sleek, impersonal living room, one hand pressed to my lower abdomen. It was nothing. It had to be nothing. Stress. The adrenaline crash. The sheer, overwhelming tsunami of the last twenty-four hours.But the fear was a seed, planted deep, and Whitlock’s threats had given it fertile ground to grow.I took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing my shoulders to relax. *You’re okay. You’re safe. He’s here.* I could hear the low, steady murmur of Jeff’s voice from behind the closed door of the comms room. The sound was an anchor.I needed to move, to do something, anything, to quiet the frantic beating of my heart. I wandered into the master bedroom. It was as minimalist as the rest of the house—a low platform bed, crisp white linens, a floor-to-ceiling window looking out into a private, walled garden. On the dresser, someone—Jeff, it had to be—had placed the small velvet box next to a f
RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK CHAPTER 239
The world didn’t just tilt; it vaporized. The roar of the motorcycle, the wind, the defiant fire in the sink—it all vanished into a white-hot static. I stared at the grainy image on Jeff’s phone, the words “Ortega heir” swimming in my vision.“What…” The word was a dry croak. I couldn’t form another. My hand flew to my stomach, a useless, instinctive gesture. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. We’d been careful. Except… that one night, after the charity gala, fueled by champagne and his whispered promises…Jeff was statue-still, his face a bloodless mask. The phone slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the polished concrete floor, the screen shattering. The sound was like a gunshot in the silent, sterile safe house.He didn’t even flinch. He just stared at the broken device as if it had bitten him.“It’s a lie,” he finally whispered, the sound raw, scraping out of his throat. “It has to be. It’s another one of her tricks. A photoshop. A… a manipulation.” He looked at me, his
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The cold, metallic scent of the bullet seemed to suck all the air from the room. My knees buckled, and I caught myself on the edge of the kitchen table, my gaze locked on the obscene bouquet. Black roses. A bullet. It was a message from a movie, a cliché, but here, in my sunlit kitchen, it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen.Walk away. Whitlock’s voice echoed in my head. It is the only way to protect him.He was right. This wasn’t a game. Jeff thought he was fighting with corporate bylaws and grand gestures. But the other side… they were playing for keeps.A raw, primal fear took hold, freezing me in place. I had to run. I had to disappear. For his sake.The roar of the motorcycle shattered the paralyzing silence.It wasn't a gentle purr this time. It was a furious, aggressive snarl, ripping down my quiet street and skidding to a halt right outside my door.Before I could even process it, my front door flew open.Jeff stood there, filling the doorway. He wasn't the polished
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The velvet box felt like a live wire in my hand, humming with potential and peril. I didn’t open it. I couldn’t. To see the ring, to make it real, felt like accepting a challenge I wasn't sure I was strong enough to win. Instead, I placed it carefully on my kitchen windowsill, next to the stem of jasmine. A strange, beautiful altar to a war I never asked for.The day passed in a strange, suspended animation. I was waiting. For what, I didn’t know. Another message? Another sign? The roar of a motorcycle?Silence.By late afternoon, the silence was a physical pressure. I paced my small living room, my mind racing. *He’s fighting for you. What are you doing? Hiding?* His mother’s words slithered back: *“He gets bored.”* Was that what this was? Was I already proving her right by being passive, by waiting to be rescued?No.I stopped pacing. A fierce, new energy crackled through me. He’d drawn a line in the sand. It was time I picked up a sword.I didn’t have corporate bylaws or a board of
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Time lost all meaning. I sat on the cold floor of my bungalow, the cease-and-desist order a crisp, cruel weight in my lap. The words *“five hundred feet”* and *“shareholder value”* were branded onto the back of my eyelids. The image of Jeff’s hand, pressed against the tinted glass in a silent, agonized farewell, played on a loop in my mind.He was gone. She had won. I had cost him everything.The sun began to rise, painting my living room in weak, grey light. It felt like an insult. How could the world just continue?A soft, rhythmic sound eventually pierced the numb silence. *Tap. Tap. Tap.*It was coming from the kitchen.I pushed myself up, my body stiff and aching, and followed the sound. It was a windowpane, loose in its frame, rattling in the morning breeze. I moved to latch it, my movements robotic.And that’s when I saw it.Tucked into the corner of the window frame, outside, was a single, perfect stem of night-blooming jasmine. Its tiny white flowers were closed against the d
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