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Chapter 33-THE ARCHITECT.
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Twice His Wife Chapter 93-WE ARE PAST THE POINT OF MERCY.
The van sped through the backroads, engine growling like it was running on rage. Rain lashed the windshield, washing out the world in streaks of gray. Maris was asleep, her small body curled up on Anaïs’s lap, one arm loosely slung over Anaïs’s waist. But even asleep, the child looked tense—like she could feel the tension in the adults vibrating through the floor of the van.Cassian sat behind the wheel, jaw locked, eyes sharp and forward. He hadn’t said much since they’d escaped the convoy. Just drove, took backroad after backroad, ducked security cameras, checked the rearview mirror like a ritual.Julien sat across from Anaïs in the back, shoulders hunched, blood still staining his collar. His hand rested on a pistol lying on the seat beside him. Every so often, he looked at Anaïs. She didn’t look back.She stared at the rain.The silence in the van wasn’t peaceful. It was dense. Suffocating. Every person in it was playing a different reel in their head, trying to make sense of how
Twice His Wife Chapter 92-THE BREAKING POINT.
You could hear the silence before you saw the fear.That kind of silence didn’t feel peaceful—it pressed in on your chest like a weight. No sirens, no orders, just the hum of van engines and the heavy stomp of boots against concrete. Four black vans. Six armed men in dark gear stepping out, automatic weapons trained forward, no insignias, no words.Anaïs stood in front of Cassian, shielding Maris with her body. The girl’s arms were wrapped tight around her leg, shaking. Julien was behind them, calculating in that dangerous way he did when he was two moves from survival or murder.Cassian looked at Anaïs. “We can’t run,” he said, low and tight.“No,” Anaïs said. “Not this time.”The first man raised a megaphone. “Anaïs Laurent. Cassian Mercier. Julien Voclain. You are to surrender immediately. Drop all weapons and place your hands where we can see them.”No mention of Maris. No explanation. Not even a who-we-are or why-we’re-here. That scared her more than anything.“We have a child!”
Twice His Wife Chapter 91-WHATEVER YOU TOOK; THEY WANT IT BACK.
The black vans didn’t idle.Doors burst open before any of them could move. Two men in black tactical gear rushed Cassian first, pinning him to the hood of the car. His head hit the metal with a dull thud. Anaïs turned, arms out, instinctively shielding Maris even as the child clung to her waist like she was glued there.Julien barely moved. He just raised his hands. Calm. Composed. Watching.“Don’t touch her!” Anaïs screamed as one of the men reached for Maris.They ignored her.Another pair of hands—gloved, firm—grabbed her shoulders. She twisted, elbowed back, and caught one of them in the jaw. He grunted, but didn’t let go. The other one struck her across the ribs. Not hard. Just enough to knock the wind out of her.“Keep the girl calm,” one of the men said to the other.Anaïs was still gasping when she saw Cassian struggle to his feet, his lip split, his arms held behind his back by zip-ties. His eyes locked with hers. Not panic. Not rage.Resolve.She didn’t shout his name. She
Twice His Wife Chapter 90-NO ONE LEAVES CLEAN.
They were in the car. Silent. Heavy. The city passed them by like a ghost—buildings and people and chaos outside, but none of it touching them. Cassian sat with his hands clenched tight in his lap. Anaïs kept her eyes forward, unreadable, her reflection in the window looking like someone else entirely.No one had said a word since they left the hospital.Folu was still alive. But barely. The surgeon’s tone was clipped when he told them that. “Critical. We’re doing everything we can.” That was three hours ago. Now, he was somewhere between this world and the next, and all Anaïs could think about was the message that led to this.“If you don’t return what you stole, someone you love will bleed for it.”They meant it. And they didn’t just want to hurt her. They wanted to destroy her from the inside.Julien had gone quiet too, which made her uneasy. He wasn’t one to fade into the background. He always had something to say. Some clever dig, some brutal truth wrapped in velvet. But now? Not
Twice His Wife Chapter 89-THE LINE SHE WOULDN’T CROSS.
Cassian didn’t sleep.He stood by the window of the hotel room as Lagos blinked under the weight of midnight. His hands rested on the windowsill, head bowed. The city lights stretched for miles, but he couldn’t see any of it. All he saw was the look on Anaïs’s face when she read the message. That bloodless, steel-walled look she only wore when she was close to breaking.He hadn’t spoken since.Anaïs was curled up on the armchair across the room, legs pulled to her chest, eyes open and unblinking. Her phone was still on the table, screen black now. But the words were seared into both their minds:“If you don’t return what you stole, someone you love will bleed for it.”And then the news. Folu Alade — attacked. Hospitalized. Barely holding on.She didn’t cry. That was what scared him the most.“You should sleep,” he said quietly.She didn’t even blink.Cassian turned around and crossed the room. He crouched in front of her, searching her face.“I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “Bu
Twice His Wife Chapter 88-“THEY THINK I’M THE MONSTER:MAYBE I AM”.
Anaïs stood in the hallway, motionless. The news report on the TV behind her kept playing on loop, but she didn’t turn to look at it again. She couldn’t. The words were already burned into her head — “Folu Alade, political analyst and civil rights activist, is in critical condition after a violent assault…”Her phone slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor. She barely heard it. What echoed in her mind was the message — If you don’t return what you stole, someone you love will bleed for it.Folu had bled for it.The air felt thin in her lungs. Cassian had stepped in behind her at some point, quiet but alert, his jaw tight and his body still. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The way she was standing — rigid, too still — told him everything.Anaïs finally moved. She turned away from the TV and walked past him without a word. Straight into the bedroom. She opened the wardrobe and reached for the box at the top. Her fingers trembled, but she forced them to work.Cassian followed
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