All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

The sirens split the early morning.Lance leans forward over the wheel, his teeth gritted, the steering column creaking beneath the pressure of his grip. The convoy of flashing blue and red lights ahead tears through the city, each wail of the siren clawing at his nerves. Every second feels like stolen time, like Adrianna’s life is slipping away grain by grain.Beside him, Adrian stares at the tracker glowing in his hand. A single red dot pulses against the map. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes are restless, like a man pacing in his own skull. From the backseat, Victoria leans forward, jaw tight.“She’s still there,” Adrian mutters at last, tapping the screen. “He hasn’t moved her. We can’t waste time.”Lance nods, but he barely hears him. His chest feels heavy, like he’s carrying two wars at once—the one barreling ahead of them in smoke and gunfire, and the one replaying in his mind from the night before.Because last night, for the first time, he’d seen Adrian stripped raw.And the wo

The walls groan. The heat presses down like a living thing, suffocating the air, bending shadows across the broken glass and cracked walls. Smoke curls upward, dark and heavy, choking the lungs of everyone trapped inside.“They’re closing in on us!” Bianca screams, her voice high and cracking. She clutches the soot-streaked window frame, her eyes wild as she stares at the nightmare below. Police swarm the grounds like wolves circling prey, weapons raised, voices blasting commands through megaphones. Reporters shove against the barricades, cameras flashing relentlessly, catching every moment. The air outside is chaos, but inside—inside it is hell.Gunfire rattles the walls. The sound tears through the building—short bursts, long echoes, followed by groans of pain and the desperate thud of fists and boots. The battle isn’t far anymore. It’s here.Bianca whirls toward Wade. “Do you hear that? They’re cutting through everyone!”Wade doesn’t flinch. He stands near the doorway, tall and cal

There—by the waiting helicopter.Bianca.Her hair is wild, tangled by the wind. Her face is streaked with tears and ash, her eyes hollowed by grief. Ramon grips her arm, steadying her as he helps her climb into the chopper. His movements are frantic, protective. He leans close, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his lips moving in soft, desperate reassurances that vanish beneath the thunder of rotor blades.“You’ll be safe. I swear it,” Ramon mouths, his voice lost to the storm.Bianca’s hand lingers on his arm, trembling. Her eyes dart once—just once—toward the door. Toward Lance. Toward the one she still cannot let go of. Her heart twists, her body pulled in two directions at once.But Wade’s voice cuts through the roar.“Bianca!”Lance and Adrian’s heads snap to the right. Wade staggers into view, his face ashen, his shirt soaked crimson where the bullet tore through him. His body sways, barely holding itself upright, yet his eyes are wild—burning with something between fury

It had been months since the fire. Months since the night that had swallowed everything in smoke and flames. Months since Lance had collapsed with blood seeping from his chest, and Adrianna had felt life slipping from her as well.Everyone believed she had taken her last breath that night. In truth, she had come terrifyingly close. But heaven—or fate, or love itself—had given her a second chance.Adrianna had woken from her coma a month ago, her lungs burning as though she had inhaled fire again. For a long moment, she didn’t even know who she was, only that the room smelled sterile, that the light was too soft, too kind for someone who had lived through hell. Then she saw Adrian, his face unshaven, eyes hollow from sleepless nights, his hand gripping hers as if letting go would kill him too. And Victoria—her voice trembling as she whispered her name, her tears falling freely as she pressed her forehead against Adrianna’s.They never left her side. With their strength, their stubborn