Semua Bab The New Boss Is My Husband: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Arrienne’s POV We arrived at the cabin just before dawn. The sky was a soft shade of gray, the trees standing still like silent sentinels. The cold air bit at my skin as I stepped out of the vehicle. Jace scanned the perimeter before giving me a nod. “Safe,” he murmured. I didn’t believe in that word anymore. Inside, the cabin was simple—wooden floors, a stone fireplace, minimal furniture. But the place had a silence that didn’t feel peaceful. It felt like it was waiting for something. Jace set down his bag and turned to me. “We rest for an hour, then we go after Nathan.” I shook my head. “No. No more waiting, Jace. No more plans that leave me in the dark.” He looked at me—worn, tense, but still trying to carry everything alone. “We can’t just show up unarmed,” he reasoned. “Nathan isn’t the man we used to know.” “Neither am I,” I shot back. “You wanted to protect me by hiding the truth. But I’m done being protected. I want the truth—all of it.” Jace hesitated. Then, finally

Jace’s POV The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside my head. Rain slammed against the windshield as I gripped the steering wheel harder, trying to block out Arrienne’s silence beside me. She hadn’t said a word since we left the docks. And I didn’t blame her. We’d just watched someone with her face, her voice—her soul—vanish into the shadows… possibly working with the one man who wanted us both destroyed. “Nathan doesn’t do anything without a reason,” I muttered, mostly to myself. “If he wanted us dead, he would’ve done it tonight.” Arrienne didn’t respond. She stared out the window, her reflection fragmented in the glass. “He’s trying to break you,” I said. “To make you question yourself.” “Then it’s working,” she whispered. Her words hit me like a punch. I reached over, taking her hand. “You’re the only one I know. The only woman I’ve loved through all of it. That other one—she might have your memories, but she’s not you.” Arrienne pulled her hand away slowly. “Then why doe

Jace’s POV The burner phone’s screen went dark, but the echo of the threat still rang in my ears. “Come without your wife—or she dies first.” Nathan had never bluffed. Every word from his mouth was a calculated step in a bigger game. And this time, he was playing for blood. Arrienne stood frozen, her face pale but defiant. “I’m going with you,” she said again, firmer this time. I shook my head. “If something happens—” “Then we face it together,” she cut me off. “Don’t you get it, Jace? He’s using me because he thinks I’m your weakness. So let’s use that against him.” My jaw clenched. I hated the idea of putting her in danger. But she was right—Nathan expected me to follow orders, to show up alone and be scared. He didn’t expect us. “I want you behind me the whole time,” I said. “One signal, and you pull back. No hesitation.” She nodded. “Deal.” 4:02 AM – Dock 17 The docks were quiet, swallowed by fog and shadows. Floodlights flickered overhead, casting long, eerie silhouettes

Arrienne’s POV Panic was a luxury we couldn’t afford. The moment the broadcast ended, our war room exploded into action. Phones rang, screens flashed, encrypted lines buzzed with incoming threats. Camille hadn’t just exposed secrets—she’d declared open season to the Garcia family. Jace barked orders, sharp and focused. “Lock down every asset. Freeze shell accounts. Shut down our safehouses until we confirm who’s loyal.” I watched him work like a man possessed. But beneath his steel façade, I saw it—the guilt. Camille was blood. And blood had betrayed him. “Jace,” I said gently, pulling him aside. “We need to think ahead. What’s her next move?” He hesitated, then walked to the whiteboard and circled one name: Ares Delacruz. I frowned. “The arms dealer?” He nodded. “He’s the last thread Nathan and Camille haven’t burned. If they get to him first, they’ll arm every rival family we’ve kept at bay.” “And if we get to him?” Jace’s voice dropped. “Then we cut off their war before i

Jace’s POV The sunrise broke through the haze of gunpowder and smoke. We had survived the night. But something inside me had changed forever. Holding my newborn son in my arms, watching Arrienne finally rest after enduring both labor and chaos—I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I couldn’t let Camille keep playing this game. She made it personal. Now it was war. I handed my son to Inez gently. “Stay with them. Don’t leave their side.” Inez nodded, eyes sharp with understanding. “Where are you going?” Arrienne’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “To end this.” --- One Hour Later – Safehouse War Room The entire team gathered around the table—Dominic, Inez’s brother, had traced the signal from the ambush. A remote villa, tucked into the cliffs outside the city. Camille’s likely hideout. “She’s isolated,” Dominic confirmed. “But not unprotected. Private guards, ex-military, drones.” “She knew we’d find her,” I muttered. “She wants us