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CHAPTER 7: THE FINAL DECOY

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 30.05.2026 17:13:42

I bolted across the sterile room and grabbed the front of Christian’s wet suit jacket, smashing my cracked phone screen right up to his face.

"Where is he, Christian?" I screamed, my voice scraping raw as the text message glowed between us. "Look at this! The plane outside is a decoy! You know where he is, don’t you? You knew she was going to pull this!"

Christian caught my wrists, his big hands icy and slick from the Seattle rain, but he didn’t push my hands away. He looked at the glowing scre
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  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 35: THE THRESHOLD OF BLOOD

    Crack!A sharp, splintering noise—like a branch snapping—tore out of the black treeline on our left, right as Marcus’s grip clamped tighter around my waist. Almost at the same moment, a heavy tactical flash-bang bounced out from the soaking ferns, its metal shell sparking wildly against muddy roots, landing right between Director Vance’s marshals and Victoria King’s gray-suited detail."Get down!" Marcus shouted.He didn’t wait for me to react. He just threw every bit of his weight over me, driving me hard into the freezing, wet mud at the exact instant the grenade blew.Boom!Suddenly, the whole pine forest lit up—a blinding, white-hot flash turning every tree and shadow into some split-second nightmare of pure light. The shockwave hammered the clearing, knocking the air right out of my chest and replacing it with a piercing, metallic ring in my ears. Burnt sulfur and scorched plastic stung my nose. I started coughing, rolling onto my side, clawing blindly at the slick, black mud."S

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 34: THE TWIN CIPHERS

    Click.A heavy metal snap—the sound of a tactical rifle safety being switched off—cut clean through the screaming wind, right behind my head.“Step away from the container, Helen! Hands where I can see them!” Director Vance shouted, bursting through the soaked ferns, his shiny leather dress shoes plunging ankle-deep into thick, black mud. Behind him, six federal marshals lined up in a tight arc, guns raised, tactical flashlights slicing through the dense gray fog like white-hot spears.My mother didn’t even flinch. Her hand stayed perfectly still on the iron handle of the smoking box, her cold, fierce eyes locked on mine with a terrifying, icy calm. “Tell them to lower their weapons, Sierra. Or we all watch thirty years of history vanish into the mud.”“Vance, don’t shoot!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I lunged a little to my left, putting myself directly between my mother and the federal rifles. My boots slid in the mud, a raw bolt of pain shooting up from my gashed heel clear to

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 33: THE ASH LINE

    Boom!A second explosion ripped through the Bainbridge shoreline, sending a massive column of orange flames and black smoke tearing up into the thick gray fog. The shockwave rolled across the water, slamming into the ferry with a heavy metallic jolt that made the whole deck tip hard to the left."Reverse the engines! Don’t dock!" Director Vance yelled into his satellite phone, gripping the icy steel railing so tight he almost lost his balance on the slick deck. "All teams, weapon readiness condition alpha! We have an active breach on the objective!""No! Don’t turn this boat around!" I shouted, my voice raw against the screaming wind as I rushed forward.I grabbed the fabric of Vance's gray suit, digging my nails into the expensive wool until I felt the tension in his collarbone. I didn’t care about his title, or about the six federal marshals who instantly aimed their shotguns at me, their red laser sights darting across my soaking wet clothes. The orange light from the burning boath

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 32: THE HIDDEN ANCHOR

    Thud!My shoulder smashed into the wet, jagged edge of a granite boulder right as a huge wave crashed over the seawall, yanking my legs back toward the churning, freezing darkness of the Puget Sound. I could barely see—the icy saltwater burned my eyes and flooded my mouth. I started choking as my hands desperately clawed the sharp barnacles lining the rock face."Sierra! Grab the line!"A thick nylon rope struck my face. Through the blur of rain and spray, I squinted up and saw Marcus leaning out over the lip of the drainage outlet. His whole body shook from the effort. He dug his boots into the algae-slick concrete, wedged against a rusted seam. Fresh blood streamed from his torn shoulder, mixing with the rain in a streaky, pale pink line.I didn’t think twice. I wrapped the rope around my forearm, the rough fibers cutting into my raw skin, and braced myself as Marcus started hauling me up.He yanked me up with one last brutal effort, dragging my soaked body over the edge. I collapse

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 31: THE RED NOTICE

    Bang!At the far end of the basement corridor, the heavy steel fire door blasted inward, showering sparks as a flash-bang exploded. That blinding white light and deafening roar crashed through the room, sending a hot wave slamming into my chest.“Federal agents! Stay on the ground! Don’t move!”Their voices hit, sharp and harsh, echoing through the smoke as four figures in black tactical gear and Kevlar helmets stormed through the open doorway, laser sights slicing red lines through the dusty air. The beams darted between concrete pillars, searching, before two red dots found the center of my chest.I didn’t think. I couldn’t. My body just moved.I scrambled backward, hands and knees slipping on the slick, greasy floor of the generator room. Julian’s data-pad pressed tight against my ribs, its green screen shining light on the pure terror on my face. Every breath caught in my throat, burning, as I lunged behind the huge iron water pump just a split second before a boot crunched the gr

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 30: THE BROKEN CIRCLE

    Crash!The glass tray of tools on the bedside cart shattered on the hard floor as Marcus violently lunged forward. His huge hand clamped onto my wrist just before my bleeding thumb could hit the button on the cracked data-pad."Sierra don't do it!" Marcus roared. His voice boomed inside the clinical pediatric isolation unit. His face was red with sweat cutting through the dirt on his forehead. He used his body weight to pin my arm against the edge of Leos mattress."The moment that signal leaves this room a tracking beacon fires to the D.C. Field office. They will lock Christian down for espionage before he even takes another breath!""Let go of me!" I screamed. My voice cracked into a animal-like screech as I twisted beneath his grip.My bare feet slipped in a pool of spilled solution from the shattered tray. The sharp edge of a fallen scalpel bit into the side of my heel.. The physical pain was nothing compared to the panic burning through my veins.I threw my weight against his che

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 24: THE WEIGHT OF THE SILVER

    My fingers shook as I pulled the cold flash drive from my pocket. It caught the harsh, rhythmic glare from the red emergency light—flash, flash. For a second, it looked like a little silver heart pulsing in my bleeding hand."Sierra, don’t look at him," Christian said, his voice catching, barely ho

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 23: THE DESCENT OF FAITH

    "Give me both," I said, my voice slicing right through the whine of the overworked generators.I didn't bother waiting for Christian to protest. I grabbed the silver flash drive from his hand and clenched the combat knife's textured hilt with my right. The cold steel was heavy—almost reassuring, so

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 22: THE RED ROOM

    "Out of my way!" I screamed, my voice sharp and ragged as I slammed my body against the double glass doors of the boardroom.The doors burst open with a violent crash, almost knocking me over. I didn't care. The gasps from the billionaires, the federal marshals yelling for order—none of it mattered

  • THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS    CHAPTER 21: THE BOARDROOM EXECUTION

    The steel doors on the executive elevator slid open, and Christian and I stormed into the penthouse suite like ghosts breaking free from a tomb. My heart was pounding in my chest as we raced down the plush, carpeted hallway. The walls, covered in pricey oil paintings and polished mahogany, looked m

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