Semua Bab THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Bab 151 - Bab 160

DANTE“You failed to follow her?” I snarled, my voice low, vibrating with controlled fury, as my blood began to boil. “Are you all so blind that you couldn't see her car among the tons of cars in front of you?”My eyes fell on the bodyguards I hired to protect my wife and Chen. Their faces betraying no emotion, they stood still in front of me. They all avoided my fiery gaze, ready to burn them down if one of them dared to give me an unreasonable explanation.The lead bodyguard, Ruiz, stepped forward. “Sir, she exceeded the speed limit on the highway–”“I don't give a f*ck about that goddamn speed limit!” I roared, slamming my fist on the table. They all flinched as their guilty eyes avoided mine.His words fueled my rage. Her disappearance fueled my worries. This whole thing fueled my disappointment in myself.F*ck!“My primary instruction, my ONLY instruction, was to ensure her safety, no matter what.” I pointed a trembling finger at him. “And you thought exceeding the speed limit,

CATALINAMy head pounded like a slow drumbeat, each throb pulling me closer to consciousness. I blinked into the dim light. The ceiling above was water-stained and unfamiliar. My arms wouldn’t move. That’s when I felt it, rough rope digging into my wrists, the chill of the wooden chair pressing against my spine. I was tied down.Panic didn’t arrive all at once. It trickled in. First a shiver, then a rush of questions. Where am I? Why can’t I remember how I got here? The room was small, sparsely furnished, and smelled faintly of damp earth and something...metallic.I twisted, testing the knots, but it was too tight. I shifted my weight slowly, silently, wincing as the rope bit deeper into my wrists. The fibers were coarse and old but tightly wound. Whoever tied them knew what they were doing. My fingers strained behind the chair, reaching for a knot, anything I could loosen. Nothing. Just more rope, but I couldn’t stop. I had to get out and find Chen among the rooms in this place.

CATALINAI don’t remember how we got to the hospital. Just flashes, the squeal of tires, the copper smell of blood on my hands, the warmth of his body fading beneath mine in the backseat. I kept whispering his name like a prayer I didn’t believe in anymore. “Dante, stay with me. Please, please, stay with me.”The ER doors burst open like they were expecting us. Nurses descended in a blur of scrubs and latex gloves, their voices clipped and urgent. Someone tried to pull me away, but I clung to him, to the slick of his shirt soaked through in red. His eyes found mine, glassy and unsure, and it felt like he was already halfway gone.“I love you,” I choked out while the door was slowly closed by the nurse. The words died in my throat. I wanted to scream it, to rip the world apart if something terrible happened to him.Why did he have to block the bullet? Why did he love me so much?I stood frozen in the hallway after they wheeled him away. People moved past me, urgent and alive, while I

CATALINA I couldn’t shake the chill crawling up my spine after what Fiona told me. I'm confused at why and how ‘He's not finished, Catalina’ Her voice sent chills down me when she said it, and for a moment, the world tilted.I didn’t wait around to let panic sink its teeth in. I headed straight to the police station. The fluorescent lights inside buzzed faintly, almost as if they shared my unease.Detective Arnold looked up from his desk when I walked in. Something was reassuring about his expression, though I could see the creases had deepened around his eyes since I saw him yesterday.“Detective,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Oh, Catherine’s funeral–”“Any updates on James?” I cut his words.I'm not here because of that woman. I'm not here to mourn her death.He nodded slowly, then motioned for me to sit. “We’ve tracked a few sightings, but he’s slippery. You need to be careful, especially now.”I swallowed hard. Careful wasn’t enough. James was out there, and he wasn’t the

CATALINAThe hum of the tires on the asphalt was the only steady thing in my world right now. I sat in the backseat, eyes fixed on the blur outside the window. Trees, buildings, sky—none of it quite registering. My mind was miles behind, still in that flash drive where I’d watched the truth unravel like some sick magic trick.My fingers curled into fists against the leather seat. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until the ache in my chest forced me to exhale. There was a sharpness to the air like everything had taken on an edge since I left Dante’s office. And inside me? It felt like a war zone.A mole in his company, feeding information for months, maybe years. My chest felt tight, not with fear, but fury. Betrayal doesn’t sit quietly inside you. It burns. Yvette. How could you do this to Dante? I know she knows what her father was doing. Was it because he was mad that Dante did not choose to marry Yvette? I'm not sure, but I hope it's not. The guilt is eating me insid