Semua Bab Love's Redemption: Bab 601 - Bab 610

I stared at the tips of my shoes, lost in thought. "Let's go."Steve loaded my luggage into the car, opened the door for me, and closed it once I was inside. Only then did he get in and start driving."Steve, how did things get so out of hand? It was just a snooker game..." I wasn't blaming him, just lost in the mess we were in.What should've been a simple thing had blown up, dragging in Hernan, and now Bruno was involved too. It felt like danger was everywhere, and everyone was on edge.I remembered what Jace had said. "Who do you think is behind all this? Why target you specifically?""I've been wondering the same thing," Steve replied, clearly following my train of thought. "The key is figuring out their endgame."I let out a bitter laugh. "Seems like they want to catch us all in one go.""Especially every guy connected to you," Steve added, making me sit up straighter.Right... Jace, Steve, Hayden—they were all tied to me.."I'm starting to think this person has some twis

I knew exactly who had a thing for feeding fish—it was Wayne. Thinking about what I suspected, I decided to throw Bruno off a bit. "Can your fish actually understand human words? 'Cause before you dragged me here, I was feeding some fish that, believe it or not, actually respond when you talk to them."I chose my words carefully, hoping to get under his skin.Bruno was way too competitive, especially after the way Hayden had humiliated him. Losing to anyone, even fish, seemed to get under his skin."Oh, really?" Bruno smirked, like he had the upper hand. "Bet those fish only know one phrase: 'Rea, dinner time.'"I froze. His words hit too close to home—was he mocking me, or did Wayne actually use that exact line when feeding his fish?Bruno saw my reaction and burst out laughing, that same, knowing laugh. It was clear now—he knew Wayne.Otherwise, how would he know what Wayne said to his fish?I had always been creeped out by Wayne's obsession, the paintings he'd made of me, and

By the time I saw Hayden again, I was already hanging in midair, right next to Yara.Below us was a massive pool, and I knew the second the rope was cut, I'd be diving straight into it.I could see Hayden and Jace on the ground below, held by Bruno's men, unable to move.Bruno lounged by the pool, casually stroking something—though I was too freaked out to notice what. My fear of heights had me too focused on not looking down too much."So, snooker girl," Bruno called up to me, his voice dripping with mockery, "you've loved both of these guys, right? And they've both loved you. But they both betrayed you in the end. So today, I thought I'd help you run a little test—to see who loves you more. How's that sound?"A test? No. He wasn't testing anything—he just wanted to mess with us."I don't need your help! Let me down!" I yelled, defiant.Bruno ignored me and turned back to Hayden and Jace. "I'm going to lower this girl now. But if she falls, she'll end up in the water. And you m

As Bruno tapped the massive crocodile on the head, the creature lunged toward Hayden and the others.The pond was already swarming with crocodiles, but now there was a dominant one among them. Even with Hayden, Yara, and Jace working together, they probably couldn't hold them off.I couldn't even breathe—I couldn't bear to watch."Aah!"Yara's sharp scream broke through, and I saw her stabbing at something with everything she had. Hayden grabbed Jace, throwing him toward the shore.Then, he pulled Yara up and, using the crocodiles' heads as stepping stones, jumped to safety with her.They'd actually made it out of the jaws of death.Just as I was about to exhale, Bruno's mocking applause filled the air. His face was eerily calm. "Agent Hart really is extraordinary," he said, not an ounce of panic in his voice.Before the words even left his mouth, Yara lunged forward, pressing a knife to Bruno's neck. "If you don't want to see your boss bleed, let her go!" she yelled, directing

"Alright, here's the deal—clear the table in one go. If you sink every ball, you win. Miss even one, and it's your loss. You've got fifteen minutes," Bruno announced, his tone dripping with confidence.I didn't have much of a choice, so I shot back without hesitation, "Fine.""Once you're ready, we'll start the clock," he said, settling back on a couch like some VIP.I stepped up to the table, took a deep breath, and nodded at the timer. At their signal, I went for it.Thud, thud, thud...Ball after ball sank smoothly into their pockets. Ten minutes in, only two balls were left on the table.Victory was practically mine. I focused, steadying myself for the final shots. One more strike, and it was done. With a precise hit, another ball dropped in, leaving just one remaining.Clap, clap...Bruno started clapping again, trying to throw me off. I ignored him and lined up for the last shot. But just as I was about to strike, something cold and slithery brushed against my foot, like