Semua Bab When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Bjorn’s eyes burned with fury as he drove, his jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might crack. “Enough of this!” he growled, his voice echoing through the SUV’s interior. “If they want a war, they’ll get one.”Rico glanced at him, a wary look crossing his face. “What’s the next move, boss?”Bjorn’s lips curled into a sneer as he made a sharp turn, tires skidding. “We go straight for Holland Villa. That’s where Maximilian is hiding. We’ll drag him out, and we’ll force him to tell us where they took Andrine.”The air in the SUV grew tense as the gangsters exchanged glances. Rico’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, meeting Bjorn’s gaze. “You’re sure about this? The Holland Villa’s fortified, and you know they’ve got plenty of guards.”Bjorn’s expression was ruthless. “I don’t care. We have enough firepower and men. We’ll storm the place, and if anyone gets in our way, we’ll take them down. It’s time the Hollands learned what happens when they cross me.”Rico hesitated for a moment,

Andrine climbed into the SUV beside Bjorn, her hand gripping his tightly. “Stay with me, Bjorn,” she whispered, her voice a plea as the vehicles tore through the night toward Holland Hospital. “Armin’s coming. You just have to hold on.”The SUVs tore through the night, their engines roaring as they sped down the winding roads toward Holland Hospital. Andrine sat beside Bjorn, her eyes locked on his face as she held his hand tightly, willing him to stay conscious. The interior lights of the vehicle cast a dim glow, highlighting the streaks of blood on his face and the way his breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Every bump in the road seemed to jolt through her, the fear in her heart tightening with every second.“Stay with me, Bjorn,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We’re almost there. Armin’s coming.”Rico, sitting up front, spoke urgently into his phone. “We’ve got Bjorn Rodriguez coming in—condition critical,” he barked. “Prepare emergency trauma care, now!”The driver’s hand

Andrine’s silence and Seraphina’s feigned concern hanging in the air like an unspoken threat. Armin’s eyes remained fixed on Andrine, desperate for answers she was no longer willing to give. The stillness seemed almost suffocating, a moment stretched far too long.But then, a voice, soft and melodic, cut through the heavy silence. “Where is the VIP patient?”Armin turned instinctively, drawn by the sound. When he saw her, he felt his breath catch. Standing there was a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her long orange hair flowed like silk, framing her face and cascading down her shoulders. Her silver-gray eyes shone with a calm, almost ethereal light, and her skin, pale as pearl, seemed to glow under the hospital’s fluorescent lights. She stood tall, with an air of quiet confidence and grace, like an angel who had descended from the heavens.For a moment, everything else faded. Armin felt himself captivated, unable to tear his eyes away. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice tinged with a se

Inside the operation room, the tension was palpable. Doctor Arisha Holland’s hands were steady, but her eyes betrayed the fear that gripped her. The sight of Bjorn’s injuries was far worse than she had imagined. The burns on his face, the broken bones—his entire body was a battlefield. But the most concerning was the injury at the back of his head, the kind that only a neurosurgeon could even attempt to treat.Dr. Erica, her colleague, had her eyes fixed on the monitors, her face grim. “That’s why I called you, Doctor Holland,” she said, her tone urgent. “You’re our best neurosurgeon. This injury to his skull—it’s putting pressure on his brain. We need you to stabilize it before we lose him.”Arisha’s breath quickened, her mind racing as she assessed the damage. “But his entire body is compromised. Broken ribs, fractured legs... and the burns.” She glanced at the vitals, her fingers moving swiftly as she adjusted the equipment. “We’re dealing with multiple critical issues, and any one

Arisha, feeling the tension settle back into the hallway, forced herself to take a steadying breath. “We’re doing everything we can,” she said softly, her eyes meeting Armin’s briefly before she looked away. “But the next 24 hours are crucial.”As she turned to leave, she caught Andrine’s gaze. There was a look of understanding there, of shared frustration and pain, and for a moment, it was enough. But only for a moment.Armin’s eyes darkened as he turned to Seraphina, his voice sharp and cutting through the tension in the hallway. “Will you stop calling me your husband?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.Seraphina’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she was speechless. “What?” she stammered, her confidence faltering as she tried to regain her composure. “But you said you would introduce me as your wife. We don’t need a marriage certificate for it.”Armin’s expression remained cold, his jaw clenched. “Well, now I’m thinking I might change my mind.” His voice w