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16. TWIST OF FATE

作者: Frya Isaac
last update 公開日: 2026-03-19 17:17:58

The forest had become a trap.

Adrian’s black SUVs tore through the dirt road at dawn, headlights cutting the mist like knives. Six men in tactical gear jumped out, moving fast. “Target is six months pregnant — non-lethal only. Mr. Wolfe wants her and the baby unharmed.”

Lydia’s heart slammed against her ribs. At six months, her belly was heavy and round, every step already a challenge. The placenta previa made her dizzy at times, but fear gave her strength.

“Noah — they’re here!” she gasp
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Lilys
It shouldn’t be a big surprise to Lydia that Vanessa was pregnant .. as they had been sleeping together . Moreover she and Adrian were already divorced so what did she expect ?
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Lilys
Noah should get protection for Lydia ..
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