Will You Marry Me?의 모든 챕터: 챕터 211 - 챕터 219

Earlier, Carlos’s fingers trembled as he pressed the red button on his phone, ending the call with Manuel. His vision was blurring—colors bleeding into each other, his breath thinning with every passing second. One hand was already numb. The other barely obeyed him. Gritting his teeth, he reached up with the one arm that still worked and slung his bag off his shoulder, wincing as pain shot up his spine. The sharp rat-tat-tat of gunfire echoed from outside, growing closer. Boots pounded against concrete. Metal clanged. They were coming inside. Carlos dug through the bag, his breathing ragged. His fingers brushed against the oxygen mask. Without wasting a second, he grabbed it and yanked the straps over his head, just as a boot collided with the door and sent it flying open. He didn’t flinch. Not this time. Instead, with the last ounce of strength in his weakening grip, Carlos pulled out a small, sleek, silver canister—a military-grade dispersal unit with a cylindrical body

Maya’s hands trembled as she gripped the collar of Carlos' shirt, her voice low and cracked with despair. “Carlos… she wasn’t there. Star wasn’t there. I searched everywhere. My sister… I failed her.....” Carlos made her sit, and knelt beside her, his eyes soft, voice even softer. He wrapped an arm around her, gently stroking her back. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, Maya. But listen to me...I’ll find her. I promise you, I won’t stop until we bring her home.” She pulled away just enough to look at him, eyes swollen with tears. “Nico Vargas. He’s the one who has her.” Carlos’s expression changed. Maya noticed. “You know him?” He gave a slow nod. “Yeah. I know him. He's extremely dangerous." Something passed between them, unspoken, tense. She wiped her cheeks, her voice suddenly hollow. “Then I don’t care anymore.” Carlos frowned. “What do you mean?” “I mean… I don’t care what happens to me.” Her voice had no fear, just fire. “If I die doing this, so be it.

Maya slumped onto the edge of the bed. Her hands were now trembling. The weight of everything pressed down on her shoulders like cement blocks. She folded her arms tightly around herself, rocking back and forth slowly, the silence of the safe house suddenly deafening. Star’s voice kept echoing in her mind... 'Maya… he’s going to kill me. He has a gun.' It looped again. And again. And again. She curled up on the bed, drawing her knees to her chest, eyes burning from crying, but sleep wouldn’t come. She kept glancing at the phone, hoping it would ring but it didn't. When she eventually fell asleep, it was already morning. The sound of her phone ringing, woke her up in the afternoon. She sat up quickly and answered, trying to steady her voice. “Carlos?” He sounded tired. “Hey… how are you holding up?” Maya swallowed hard. “Barely. How was the proposal? Is your brother happy?” There was a pause. Then Carlos said, “It went bad. Real bad.” Maya’s heart sank. “What do

After Maya sent the message to Nico, she returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Her heart wouldn’t stop racing. Her hands were clammy, her chest rising and falling too fast. Minutes passed. Then her phone rang. She snatched it up and answered. Nico's voice came through, low and direct. "Everything’s set. Coordinates are secure. You have one hour." Maya's voice shook, but she steadied it. “I’ll be there in an hour.” She hung up. Without wasting a second, she stripped off her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Her fingers fumbled with the soap. As warm water ran down her skin, she scrubbed herself harder than necessary—like washing off the fear before it settled. She dried quickly, returned to the room, and began dressing. A long black dress and black sneakers. She tied her hair in a bun. No jewelry, nothing that could slow her down. Carlod stirred. “Maya?” His voice was groggy. “Where are you going?” She turned, forcing a smile onto her face. “I