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Until I Wrote Him What Truly Matters
Chapter 103India’s POVNew York didn’t welcome us with lights or promise.It welcomed us with sirens.The moment the jet’s wheels kissed the runway, everything fractured into urgency. Voices sharpened. Movements became clipped, efficient, almost brutal in their precision. Rory was transferred before I could even process that we had landed before my heart could catch up with my body.I followed the stretcher down the corridor like a ghost tethered to a nightmare, my fingers numb, my chest hollow. Her face was pale against the white sheets, lashes resting too still on bruised skin. I kept telling myself she was breathing. I kept counting it. One. Two. Three. As if stopping would make her disappear.The hospital swallowed us whole.Cold light. White walls. The antiseptic smell that clung to your throat and refused to let go. Doctors spoke in calm, terrifying competence. “Severe trauma.” “Internal bleeding ruled out, but…” “We need scans immediately.”I signed forms with a hand th
Until I Wrote Him The Home Coming
Chapter 102Roman's POV The drive had been a grinding test of endurance. Every mile was paid for in sheer, raw nerve. Rory was mercifully still, her shallow breaths the only sound besides the ragged snarl of the high-speed engine.I constantly checked her to ensure that she was still breathing, the bullet wound sure gutted her but if I could get there in time.. nothing will…Shit!I have to get there in time.I had contacted Fabiano and Enzo after receiving their signals through a dark net. I drove like a desperate man, which I was, focused on the coordinates Kristov had sent, the private hangar at Le Bourget.When I finally killed the engine, my world tilted. I was a man of cold, calculated precision, but I was running on the absolute last dregs of human strength. My expensive suit was beyond saving, smelling of sweat, blood, and the stale, smoky air of the warehouse where I was hung awaiting trial like some second Christ. I was filthy, raw, and dangerous.I secured Rory onto the
Until I Wrote Him Why Paris?
Chapter 101India's POV The silence that followed my outburst was the heaviest thing I had ever felt. It wasn't the dead silence of an empty room, but the pregnant, dangerous silence of a powerful predator deciding its next move. My hands were still anchored on Kristov’s polished obsidian desk, my knuckles white, my lungs burning from the sheer violence of my scream. I was shaking, less from fear now and more from the aftershock of uncontrolled emotion.I watched Kristov. The old man hadn't moved a muscle. The unreadable scrutiny in his eyes deepened, shifting from dismissiveness to a piercing, almost unsettling interest. He wasn't seeing a scared woman; he was calculating.He was looking for the variable in the equation.“Krasivyy…Beautiful,” Kristov murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the air. He leaned back in his leather chair, the sound of the expensive material a soft thud. “And untamed. You remind me of Roman’s mother, before the cold set in.”He t
Until I Wrote Him The Serpent's Fall
Chapter 100Roman's POVThe room was a suffocating pressure cooker of stale air and barely suppressed violence. The raw scent of fear was palpable and it wasn't mine. It was Mikhail's, masked poorly by bluster, and Ethan's, brittle and radiating from the pit of his stomach.After shooting Rory, they had cuffed us down again.I was cuffed to a bolted-down chair in the center of the warehouse office, but I was not a prisoner, I was the bait, and the lure was working. The truth was, my meticulous plan hadn't failed because of some tactical error; it failed because I relied on predictable greed, and Mikhail knew exactly where to inject the poison of distrust. Ethan was the weak link, but the weakness was amplified by Mikhail's superior ability to turn a mole into a double agent."You really think you're safe, Ethan?" Mikhail spat, his Russian heavily accented, pacing the room like a caged beast. He hadn't touched me yet, not truly. He was savoring the victory, but the victory tasted of
Until I Wrote Him Rebranded India Seethal
Chapter 99India's POVThe landing was a rough jolt, the reversal of the engine’s thrust an agonizing scream that cut through the cabin’s oppressive silence. We hadn’t talked since Fabiano had uttered that single, stunning word: “Russia.”We were on the ground, but I felt like I was still falling.As the plane came to a final, shuddering stop, Guillermo, who had been resting quietly against my chest, pulled back. His small, emerald eyes were wide with curiosity and a growing fear that mirrored my own.“Auntie India? Why is the plane so loud? Is this the adventure place? Is it snow?” he asked, his voice small and hesitant.I opened my mouth, but the words withered on my tongue. The lie was too heavy, the truth too sharp. All I could manage was a tight, shaky exhale. Silence.Fabiano, meanwhile, was all ruthless efficiency. The moment the plane was secured, he was on his feet. “Enzo. India. Let’s go. Now.”We descended the ramp into an air that hit me like a physical shock. It wasn't
Until I Wrote Him No, Not Again!
Chapter 98 Roman's POV The residual ringing in my ears was a small price to pay for freedom.The chain on my right wrist, shorn by the blast from the suppressed muzzle pressed against it, swung loosely. Rory had simultaneously pulled a similar, albeit less elegant, maneuver on the bolt attaching her chains to the wall, a sharp, high-speed yank on the remaining fixed chain, timed with the gunshot. The rusty hardware had snapped, sending her sprawling, but freeing her hands.“Well, darling, that was certainly a bang for our buck,” Rory gasped, already rolling to her feet.I didn’t dignify the comment. The urgency was a cold blade in my gut. “Move. Now.”We scrambled away from the makeshift execution chamber, the cold, damp concrete floor slick beneath my boots. The tunnel leading out of the cistern was narrow and poorly lit, but we moved with the practiced synchronization of two people who had relied on each other in tight spa
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