All Chapters of The Bride's Revenge, The Heir's Escape : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

In a dimly lit basement far from the city, Noah Smith paced back and forth. His eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched. Around him, four other men, his most loyal followers sat at a table scattered with blueprints, weapons, and security footage.The television in the corner played the news, where Noah’s face flashed repeatedly with the bold headline: “WANTED: NOAH SMITH, Armed and Dangerous.”The anchor’s voice filled the room.“…Smith escaped police custody after a deadly ambush that left four officers dead. He is believed to be the mastermind behind the attack and the attempted murder of Liam Hamilton. Authorities advise extreme caution…”Noah grabbed the remote and turned the volume down with a hard press, then looked at the others.“They think they’ve seen what I can do,” he muttered. “They have no idea.”A tall, bearded man named Colt leaned forward. “What’s the next move?”Noah smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Ava thinks she’s safe behind the Hamilton gates. But we won’

The early morning air was thick with tension as police cars surrounded the old warehouse, their headlights cutting through the fog like silent warnings. Engines were switched off, boots hit gravel, and guns were cocked quietly. Nobody spoke, they all knew this wasn’t a simple arrest.Inside the warehouse, Noah’s remaining men grew restless. One peeked through a crack in the broken wooden wall.“We’ve got company,” he said, stepping back quickly. “Cops. They're everywhere.”Noah clenched his jaw. His fingers gripped the baby’s blanket tighter, and the child stirred with a soft cry.“Damn it,” Noah muttered, pacing again. “How the hell did they find us so fast?”The room felt like it was closing in. Sweat ran down the sides of his face, but it wasn’t fear, it was fury.“Should we shoot our way out?” one of his men asked, adjusting his rifle.Noah didn’t answer at first. He looked down at the baby and it looked innocent, tiny, unaware of the world he’d been dragged into.“No. Not yet. We

The morning sun crept through the silk curtains of the Hamilton mansion, casting soft light over Ava’s room. The air smelled of lavender and fresh linen, but Ava’s mind was restless.She hadn’t slept as she sat upright in bed, cradling the baby gently against her chest. He was quiet, too quiet.He didn’t cry the way he used to, didn’t fuss when he wanted to feed and he just stared at her with big, curious eyes, almost distant… unfamiliar.Something felt off.“Come on, baby boy,” she whispered, holding out the bottle. “You used to love this.”The baby took a sip… then turned away, uninterested.Ava frowned.“He’s probably still recovering,” Mrs. Hamilton said softly from the doorway, bringing in a tray of breakfast. “Hospitals can throw them off for a few days.”Ava nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah… maybe.”But deep down, her chest tightened.This wasn’t just fatigue.This… didn’t feel like her son.Later that afternoon, Ava sat by the window, gently rocking the baby, when Liam’s voice c

The dusty road to Ebuka village stretched on for hours. The SUV jostled over rough terrain, the tires groaning against loose gravel. Ava sat in the back seat beside Liam, her fingers clenched tightly around the photograph that had shaken her world yet again. She couldn’t look away from it. That small boy holding the lion plush. That plush toy wasn’t ordinary, it was a custom gift from her father, embroidered with her son’s initials: J.A.H. — Jayden Alexander Hamilton. She kept whispering the name in her head like a prayer. Beside her, Liam held Hope gently in his arms. The baby was fast asleep, her little head resting against his chest. James sat in the front seat, talking to the local guide they’d hired to navigate the rough landscape. A convoy of two police vans followed closely behind. They weren’t taking chances. If Noah was there, if there was even the slightest chance, they were going to be ready. As the convoy rolled into the heart of Ebuka, curious faces peered ou

Ava sat at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, her thumb hovering over the dial button. She stared out the window, where the sky was slowly turning orange with sunset. For some reason, her heart beat faster than usual.Still, she pressed the button and called.After a few rings, the line picked up.“Hello?” Jim’s voice came through, calm and low.“Hey… it’s Ava,” she said softly.“Oh, hi,” he responded quickly, but politely.“I spoke with my husband, and there’s a job opening at Warner Architect. Just a small role to start with. Kind of like an intern-slash-site-assistant. You’d be helping on real projects, though.”There was a small pause before he replied, “Wow. That’s... that’s amazing. Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” she said, managing a little smile. “You start next Monday. Liam says you should come by the firm at 9 a.m. He’ll personally meet you.”Jim cleared his throat. “I’ll be there. I promise. Really grateful for this, Ava.”“No problem,” she said, though her fingers were slig