All Chapters of The Ultimatum Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Faster!” Elena barked. “Take the next turn, no, not that one, the main road. Keep it straight. They’ll expect us to hide, we’ll outrun them instead.”The driver nodded, sweat dripping down his temple. The speedometer climbed.Roman braced himself against the seat, every breath rough, his eyes narrowing through the blur. “You knew this was coming,” he accused hoarsely.Elena’s jaw flexed. “I suspected it. And I was right.”The road ahead stretched endlessly, black and slick under the scattered moonlight. Behind them, the pursuit grew louder, the rev of engines, the snapping sound of gunfire cracking into the night. One bullet struck the rear panel, another the side mirror, sending sparks flying.The driver swore again. “They’re shooting at us!”“Then don’t give them a clean shot!” Elena barked back.Roman turned his head toward her, something almost feral glinting in his eyes. Even under the influence of the drug, the predator in him stirred. “They want me dead,” he muttered.“No,” s

Elena’s ears rang, but she didn’t flinch. She just exhaled, slow and shallow, her finger trembling slightly on the gun.Five down.She scanned the scene, forcing her mind to stay tactical even as the pain in her arm grew sharper, hotter. The cut wasn’t deep, but it bled enough to weaken her grip.A movement caught her eye, a shadow darting between the trees at the edge of the road.Still one more.She turned, crouched low, using the broken car door for cover. Her pulse drummed in her ears. She aimed, steadying her breath.When the figure lunged from the dark, she fired twice. The man fell hard, tumbling against the gravel, his gun spinning from his hand. She didn’t even blink as she stepped closer.Another body. Another problem erased.Her brain worked faster now, she needed to erase evidence before Roman’s men arrived. They’d be here any second, and the last thing she could afford was to be caught standing over a pile of corpses with Roman barely conscious in the car.She pulled a s

Elena had wanted to make his life miserable. That had been the whole point.The spoiled wife who smiled too sweetly, who defied his rules and teased his control until he snapped. She wanted to break him, the cold, unshakable Roman Thorne who thought he could marry power itself and never bleed for it.But now, as her own blood seeped into the dirt, that mission felt small. Foolish.Because his face was the last thing her mind refused to let go of.His hands on her that night, steady but careful. The warmth in his eyes he’d tried so hard to hide. The look he gave her when she complimented him offhandedly, as if she’d rewritten his entire world with a few careless words.A tear escaped, hot and uninvited, tracing a path through the grime on her cheek.She didn’t want to die.Not like this.Not without another chance to see him scowl at her. To push his patience just far enough to make his jaw tighten. To hear him growl her name like a warning.God, he’d looked so furious tonight. So

The air in Cassian Vargo’s private office was suffocating. The room, dimly lit by a single chandelier, reeked of cigar smoke and expensive bourbon. Every tick of the antique clock on the wall sounded like a taunt, mocking the men inside as silence dragged on far too long.Vargo sat behind his grand mahogany desk, legs crossed, fingers tapping against a crystal glass filled with untouched whiskey. His face was unreadable, a mask of calm cruelty. But the sharp gleam in his eyes betrayed irritation. He hated waiting. He especially hated not hearing from his men.Across from him, Dante was the complete opposite. He paced like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. His suit jacket had long been discarded over the couch, his tie loosened, his jaw tight enough to crack.“Where the hell are they?” he snapped suddenly, stopping mid stride. “It’s been three hours, Cassian. Three. Not one damn word. You said your men were professionals, ‘untraceab

Dr. Harrow cleared his throat deliberately. “She needs rest. You both do. I’ll have her moved to the private suite once she’s stable enough.”Roman gave a curt nod but didn’t move from her side. His men entered quietly a few minutes later, exchanging grave looks.“Boss,” one of them said softly, “we cleared the site. The attackers, all dead.”Roman’s gaze flicked to him. “And?”“No survivors. But we found markings on one of the vehicles… Vargo’s men.”The name hit the air like a detonator.Dr. Harrow stiffened. Roman’s eyes darkened to something lethal.“Vargo,” he repeated slowly. Then, quieter, deadlier... “And Dante.”The soldier nodded once.Roman turned back to Elena, his expression softening for a fraction of a second. “Rest,” he murmured, voice low. “Because when you wake up, I’m going to need every damn thing you know about those men.”Then, he looked over at his men again, his tone dropping to something cold and absolute.“Double security around the estate. Nobody gets in or