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Chapter 31 – The Red Carpet Problem
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Undercover Hearts Chapter 120 — Fractured Calm
MarcusWaking up feels like dragging myself through molasses, thick and clinging, every muscle heavy. The room smells like antiseptic and recycled air. A monitor ticks quietly to my left, its rhythm reminding me I’m alive. Barely, maybe, but alive.The agent in me kicks in before the man can. I catalog shallow breathing, nausea kept at bay by some IV drip, weakness in my legs, a chemical ache in my chest. Poison. Someone tampered with my drink. Not random. Intentional. The man, the one who doesn’t wear the Bureau’s badge like a second skin, remembers Sophia’s scream. The frantic way her hands pressed against me, like she could keep me tethered by sheer force of will. The look in her eyes when she thought she was losing me.I nearly left her alone in this mess. That thought punches harder than the poison ever did.Agent Gillespie arrives mid-morning, her shoes clicking briskly against the tile. She closes the door behind her, perches on the edge of the visitor’s chair, and studies me
Undercover Hearts Chapter 119 – Masks and Cracks
ElenaThe thing about poison is that it’s clean. Efficient. No messy confrontation, no shouting matches, no bullets that leave holes in drywall. Just a sip, a swallow, and a body betrays itself.It should have been enough.But Marcus Blackwood is still alive, and that fact leaves a metallic taste in my mouth even the most expensive champagne can’t wash away.He was supposed to weaken, to wobble, to pull back from Sophia Chen the way a burned hand recoils from flame. Instead, I heard he’s resting in a hospital bed with her at his side, as though she’s the one who earned him, as though she’s the one who deserves to tuck herself under his arm.I smile as I step into the Platinum ballroom, mask firmly in place. The chandeliers catch the sequins on my dress, scattering light like a galaxy across polished marble floors.On the surface, I am every inch the co-owner. Poised, unshaken, a woman in command of her kingdom.Inside, I am seething.Who leaked Marrin’s whereabouts? Who dared let Marc
Undercover Hearts Chapter 118 – The First Strike
MarcusThe fundraiser is exactly the kind of glossy, champagne-slick event I used to glide through without a second thought. Platinum branded banners draped just-so across whitewashed walls, a string quartet in the corner trying their best to be heard over the clink of crystal. The kind of room where people pretend money isn’t the real conversation.I hate it tonight.Not because I’ve forgotten how to play the part. I never forget. But because every second I’m here feels like dragging Sophia closer to the fire. She’s at my side, radiant in a black dress that looks like it was tailored to make the rest of the room irrelevant. I can feel eyes flick to her, then to me, then away.Elena floats somewhere near the bar, laughing with two investment clients. She catches my eye across the room and raises her glass in a half-toast. I force a polite nod back.When a waiter glides by, I ask for a coffee. My head’s been buzzing with too many angles. Marrin’s testimony, Gillespie’s next move, Sop
Undercover Hearts Chapter 117 – The Deal
GillespieI spread the files across the table of the conference room in neat, controlled lines. Bank statements, transcripts, surveillance shots, and wait for Marcus to take a seat.He doesn’t. He stands by the door, arms folded, jaw tight, radiating stubbornness like body heat.“You’re late,” I say.“You’re lucky I’m here at all,” he fires back.There it is. The old Marcus Blackwood I remember from training ops. Brilliant, relentless, impossible. I’ve never seen him this frayed, though. Not in the field, not undercover, not even that time in Miami when the entire operation was one step away from collapse. This is different.This is Sophia Chen different.I tap the file nearest to him. “Marrin’s confession is strong. Strong enough to move on. But if we bring him in wrong, we lose everything. We need it to be airtight.”He pushes off the door and comes closer. “Airtight means dead if you’re not careful. He’s already twitching at shadows.”“That’s not my problem.”“It’s mine,” he says,
Undercover Hearts Chapter 116 – The Fallout
MarcusEvery floorboard groans when Marrin shifts his weight on the couch, every pipe in the wall ticks as if time itself is louder here. He sits hunched forward, chewing the inside of his cheek until it’s raw, one knee bouncing. He looks like he’s waiting for the bullet that’ll end him.I don’t blame him. Considering who the players are in this game, he probably is.Sophia sets her pen down, the filled notebook heavy on the table between us. Her fingers hover over the cover like she can hold all those words inside by sheer willpower. She doesn’t look at me. Not yet.I can still hear Marrin’s voice, jagged and frantic. Elena. Bainbridge. Numbers. Names. Each piece a shard that fit too neatly into the suspicions I’ve been ignoring.Sophia clears her throat. “We should move him.”Marrin snaps his head up, eyes bloodshot. “Move me where? Jesus, you don’t get it. There’s nowhere that’s safe.”“You can’t stay here,” she says evenly. “There’s a reason this is an abandoned safe house. It’s f
Undercover Hearts Chapter 115 – The Confession
MarcusThe safehouse is barely more than a forgotten apartment over a boarded-up hardware store. No heat, no furniture except a sagging couch and a table with one broken leg propped on a brick. But it’s quiet and secluded. No prying eyes, no neighbors awake at this hour.Marrin paces like a caged animal, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill that seeps through the cracked windows. Sophia sits forward on the dilapidated couch, notebook open, pen in hand, every inch the journalist even when the air smells like mildew and dust.I lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching him wear a trench into the scuffed floorboards. He looks smaller than he did at the laundromat. Hunched, hollowed, stripped of whatever shine Bainbridge once put on him.“You said you wanted to talk,” Sophia says, calm but sharp. “So talk.”Marrin stops pacing, rubbing his face with shaking hands. “You don’t get it. Talking is what gets you killed.”Sophia doesn’t flinch. “Not talking already has you half-d
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