บททั้งหมดของ WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Miguel drove fast. The road was quiet, but his chest was heavy. In the back seat, Ximenna’s father lay weak, barely breathing. Leo held his arm, checking his pulse again and again.“He’s not stable,” Leo said.Camila kept her eyes on the road behind them. “We can’t go to a hospital. Alvarez will find him in seconds.”Miguel’s hands tightened on the wheel. “Then where?”Leo thought for a moment. “I know someone. A doctor who doesn’t ask questions. But it’s risky.”Miguel looked at him in the mirror. “Call him.”Leo pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. The screen glowed in the dark car. A reply came fast. He looked up. “He’ll meet us. Safe place. Not far.”Miguel drove harder. The engine roared as they cut through the empty roads. In the back, the old man coughed weakly. His body shook with every breath.“Stay with us,” Miguel said over his shoulder. His voice was steady, but his eyes burned.The old man whispered something, but it was too soft to hear.After twenty more minut

Carlos woke up when the door made a soft sound. He froze and listened. Footsteps came close. The door opened a little and someone stepped inside.“Tania?” he whispered.The shadow moved into the light. It was Tania. She closed the door and slid the bolt. Her face looked tired. Her hair hung loose. Her clothes were dark. She did not smile.Carlos studied her. He had seen her many times. He had listened to her plans. He had never trusted her. Now he watched her sit on the floor across from him.“Keep your voice low,” she said. Her voice was flat. She looked around like someone afraid of being heard.Carlos tried to laugh. It came out as a cough. “What are you doing here?” he asked.Tania leaned forward. She put her hand on the floor. “We need to move,” she said. “Now.”Carlos raised his eyebrows. “Move? From where? You think Alvarez will let us walk out? You think his men will look the other way?”She did not answer at once. She looked tired. “He will not let us go,” she said finally. “

Tania ran through the forest with her head down. Her clothes were torn and cold air burned her throat.Behind her came noise — boots, dogs, shouts. The sound of men spreading out. The hunt had begun.She kept running. Every few steps she stumbled on a root or a stone. She forced herself up again. She did not look back. She did not dare. She could still see Carlos in her mind, standing in the moonlight, knife in hand, telling her to go.She bit her lip until it bled. I will not waste it, she told herself. I will not waste what he gave me.The ground dropped away. She slid down a slope and landed hard on her knees. Pain shot up her leg. She gritted her teeth and crawled to her feet again.A dog barked closer now. She heard branches snap. A flashlight beam cut through the trees for a second, then vanished.She crouched behind a fallen log. She tried to slow her breathing. She covered her mouth with her sleeve so her breath would not steam in the cold air.The sounds of the men drew near

Morning light touched the safe house slowly. Miguel sat at the table, staring at a cold cup of coffee. His eyes were red. He hadn’t slept. Leo sat near the window, checking his gun. Camila paced the room. The air felt heavy.They had been ready to go for hours, waiting for more news about Ximenna’s father. But nothing had come yet. Miguel’s patience was gone. Every hour Ximenna stayed with Alvarez made him feel like he was drowning.“Any word?” Miguel asked without looking up.Leo shook his head. “My contact is still digging. Nothing yet.”Camila stopped pacing. “We can’t just sit here. We should—”She didn’t finish. A phone buzzed on the table.It wasn’t theirs. It was a small prepaid phone they had left for emergency messages. Miguel snatched it up. His heart jumped. He pressed the answer.A weak voice came through. “Miguel?”Miguel’s eyes widened. “Tania?”“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice was shaky, almost broken. “It’s me.”Miguel stood. “Where are you? Are you safe?”“I… I got awa

They drove back to the safehouse before the sun came up. The night had been long, and everything had gone wrong. Their plan to grab Alvarez’s location had failed. The house at the outskirts had been empty, and now they had nothing but silence from their contacts.Miguel sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor. His hands were tight fists on his knees. He could still hear Ximenna’s voice from the last video Alvarez sent. Her voice was weak, but she had tried to be brave. He hated himself for not getting her out yet.Leo placed a fresh cup of coffee on the table. “We can’t stop now,” he said quietly. “If we stop, he wins.”Camila was pacing near the window, looking out at the empty street. “We’ve been moving for days. He knows every step we make. He’s always one step ahead.”Miguel lifted his head slowly. “Because he’s watching her. And she’s the only thing that keeps me from tearing him apart.”At the same time, in a dark room far away, Ximenna was tied to a chair. Her hands