All Chapters of Tangled Hearts: In Love With My Ex Husband's Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Avery’s POV Inside the room, the doctors were charging the paddles again, their faces grim, their movements a blur of desperate, clinical chaos. Outside the glass, the world had slowed down to the precise, agonizing tempo of a countdown.Elena Sterling stood less than five feet from me, her hand outstretched, her silver hair catching the first brutal rays of the morning sun. She looked entirely invincible, a vulture clad in high fashion, waiting to consume the carcass of her own son’s life's work."Sign it, Avery," Elena murmured, her voice smooth, almost soothing in its absolute lack of human warmth. "Every second you waste letting your pride dictate your actions is a second he loses to the dark. My specialists are standing right behind me. One stroke of your finger, and they step into that room to save him.""Avery, his vitals aren't returning!" Jameson shouted from behind me, his voice cracking with sheer panic as he stared at the tablet,

Avery’s POVThe rain was a blinding wall of needles, and the wind screamed like a dying animal. My fingers screamed in agony as they locked around the wet, cold metal of the bed frame. Beneath my boots, the concrete helipad had shattered, tilting into a terrifying, jagged slope that led straight into the thousand-foot abyss of the city skyline.I was dangling over the edge, the weight of the hospital bed and the unconscious man strapped to it pulling me down inch by brutal inch."Caspian!" I gasped, the wind tearing the sound from my throat.My knuckles turned a ghostly white. The rain made the metal slick, and I could feel my grip sliding. Below me, the neon signs of the financial district blurred into a sickening vortex of light and shadow. One slip, and we would both become nothing more than a footnote in the history of the empires we had just destroyed."Avery! Hold on!" Vance’s voice cut through the roar of the helicopter rotors and

Avery’s POV The engine stopped. The silence that followed was louder than any noise.The main rotor blades slowed down instantly. They made a heavy, dragging whap-whap-whap sound in the wet air. We were not flying anymore. We were falling out of the sky. The dark canopy of the pine barrens rushed up to meet us like a solid green floor."Brace! Brace!" Vance yelled from the cockpit. He threw his arms over his face.I gripped Caspian tightly. I pulled his limp body against my chest and tucked my head down low over his shoulder. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for the impact.The trees hit us first.CRUNCH.The helicopter smashed violently through the thick pine branches. The thin metal walls of the cabin screamed as the wood tore into them. Glass from the windshield shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, raining down on us like a storm of ice. The ship spun in a wild, uncontrolled circle, throwing m

Avery’s POVOn the screen, billions of dollars did not just transfer. They vanished. The numbers dropped to zero, row by row, like lights going out across a city street. The Swiss bank’s primary accounts were empty. The hidden cash that had funded hitmen, bought judges, and started corporate wars for twenty years was gone."It's done," I whispered. My hand was still resting on the cool plastic button.The heavy, warm air of the bunker felt completely still. The hum of the computer fans was the only sound left. I looked down at my palms. They were dry now, but the stains of mud and old blood were still etched into the lines of my skin. For the first time in my life, my chest didn't feel tight. The heavy weight of the Woods name—the expectations, the guilt, the shadow of my father—had burned away with the data."Avery."I turned around. Caspian was leaning against the concrete wall at the entrance of the office. He had wrapped a clean,

Avery’s POV The morning sun was warm on my face. The fog had cleared completely.I stood on the porch of the cedar cabin, breathing in the fresh air. Below the cliffs, the blue ocean waves crashed gently against the grey rocks. The sound was like music. It was steady and calm. It did not sound like danger.I looked down at the grass. A small path led from the cabin down to the old timber barn.A truck rumbled down the dirt driveway. It was loud, but it did not frighten me. It was not the black SUVs of the Swiss bank. It was a rusty red pickup truck from the village. Two men in flannel shirts got out. They carried heavy toolboxes and levels. They were the contractors Caspian had hired to fix the old barn."Morning, Ms. Woods," the older contractor called out. He tipped his cap to me."Morning, Thomas," I smiled back.It felt strange to hear my name used so normally. To these men, I wasn't the heir to a fallen corpor