บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Underrated Ex-Wife Is A Secret Agent : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Williams' POVAs I walked back through the city streets, the adrenaline from our narrow escape still pulsing through my veins, I couldn’t shake the image of Allison’s face—determined, fierce, and yet, beneath it all, vulnerable. I had seen that look before, in those brief moments when her guard slipped, and it twisted something deep inside me. I hated that I had to leave her like that, alone in the middle of a war zone, but what choice did I have? She insisted, and I knew better than to argue when she was in that state.But damn it, it felt wrong. Every step away from her felt like a betrayal.Jonathan was waiting by the car, his expression impassive as always, but I could tell he’d been tense. He’d seen the gunfire, heard the commotion. “Is everything alright, sir?” he asked as I approached.“No, Jonathan, everything is far from alright,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. I yanked open the car door and slid into the back seat, trying to calm the storm in my head. “Drive.”

Allison's POV.When I finally stirred, the cold floor beneath me was the first thing I noticed. My body ached from the uncomfortable position, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. My vision was hazy, and in came light, and I squinted, trying to make sense of the world around me. It was dawn.Someone was moving in the background—faint, careful footsteps that drew closer until they stopped right beside me. Panic flared in my chest, but before I could react, they sat down, their presence both familiar and comforting.I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my mind. Slowly, the room came into focus, and so did the person beside me. My heart skipped a beat when I finally saw him—Edward Blackwood."Allison," he said softly, his voice rich and smooth, like the calmness after a storm. The sound of it hit me like a wave, crashing over the walls I’d built around myself. Before I knew it, I was reaching for him, wrapping my arms around him as if my life depended on it."Edw

Jessica's POV.The cold cement floor of the prison cell had become all too familiar to me. My body ached from the endless nights of discomfort, and my mind was worn down from the constant fear. I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the slight swell beneath my fingers. Four months. I was four months pregnant, and I knew if I didn’t get out soon, I wouldn’t survive—let alone the baby.My brother, James, had promised he would get me out. I clung to that hope like a lifeline, knowing that he was the only one who could make something like this happen. He was a five-star general, powerful, connected, and cunning enough to pull off the impossible. But still, there was always that creeping doubt in the back of my mind. What if he couldn’t? What if I was stuck here forever?A sudden, quiet knock on the bars of my cell snapped me out of my thoughts. I stiffened, my pulse quickening. It was late—far too late for anyone to be here. I peered through the dim light, squinting to see a figure dres

Jessica's POV.My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from the surge of hatred that pulsed through my veins. Hatred for everyone who betrayed me. Williams, the man I once loved, had abandoned me like I meant nothing. Don, the father of my child, sold me out to save his skin. And Allison Miles… that worthless, conniving bitch… she was the one who set everything in motion, the one who ripped my life apart.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I was four months pregnant, and the baby inside me deserved revenge. Deserved justice. I deserved to make them all pay. I’d teach them what real betrayal felt like.I had gotten out of that hellhole, thanks to my brother, and I wasn't going back. But Don, oh… Don would get what was coming to him. He was the first on my list.I had been waiting in his apartment for hours. I knew his habits, knew he’d go out drinking, screwing around with some whore. I’d found the spare key under the mat, just as I suspected, and now here I was, sitti

Allison's POV.The moment I saw her standing in the doorway, my heart clenched painfully. Baby. She was standing there, eyes wide, reaching out with her tiny arms before I even had a chance to move. A dull ache spread through my chest, and suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My feet moved on their own, closing the distance between us. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands trembling as I reached out to her. “Baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking.Before I could pull her into my arms, she wrapped her little arms around my neck, clinging to me like she was afraid I’d disappear again. The warmth of her small body hit me like a wave, and I buried my face in her soft hair, breathing her in. My chest tightened, and I felt the sting of tears welling up, something I hadn’t felt in years. I had never been this emotional before, not in front of anyone. But the weight of being reunited with her broke something deep inside me.I held her close, feeling her tiny heart beating agains