Semua Bab A Pulse And Betrayal : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 92: Back to the RoutineDiana’s POVBack to the Routine….The alarm buzzed softly beside my bed. I opened my eyes slowly and turned to check the time…5:30 AM.Another early morning.I sat up, still wrapped in my blanket. The room was quiet, and the air felt cold on my skin. But I couldn’t stay in bed. Not today. I had orders to prepare….especially for Chris’s hotel and restaurants.It had been a long time since I delivered anything to them. Everything stopped the day my world fell apart. But now… I was back. Slowly picking up the pieces.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake my son. He was still sleeping, peaceful and warm.I walked into the kitchen and tied my apron. The smell of flour and sugar filled the air within minutes. I began baking, mixing dough, beating eggs, and checking the oven. Then I moved to the fryer…sizzling oil and golden crusts. I did both at once—baking and frying. My feet hurt. My arms were tired. But I didn’t stop.It was a lot. Too much for

Chapter 94: The Hunt BeginsGhost’s POVI don’t ask questions.That’s the first rule.People like Mercy think they’re hiring a weapon. They’re wrong. They’re feeding a shadow.I sat in my small apartment, lights off, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. The only sounds were the soft taps of my keys and the faint hum of my laptop. Three days, she said. Find the girl. Diana.I already had everything I needed.I always do.I pulled up the file she had sent weeks ago…blurry photos, a location tag, a name. Diana. Bakery owner. Innocent on the outside. But in my world, nobody’s clean…especially the ones who pretend to be.Mercy’s desperation dripped from every message. She wanted Diana gone. Quietly. Permanently.But she hadn’t asked me to hurt her…yet. Just find her. Watch her.And I’m very good at watching.I had eyes on the bakery. I had intercepted two deliveries. I knew what time Diana opened, when she closed, what bus she used to take before she started driving a small gray car

Chapter 96: TakenDiana’s POVThe hospital hallway was quiet when I stepped out. The sun was going down slowly outside the glass windows, casting long shadows across the floor. I had just finished handling the discharge process for Gift. Her mother stayed behind to help her get dressed, and I wanted to give them a moment together.It felt good to breathe again. To know Gift was alive. To know she was safe and going home.I walked out of the hospital and stood by the gate, dialing Chris’s number.“Hello?” he answered.“I’m done here. Please Can you come pick me up?” I asked politely.“Sure. I’m already close,” he replied.Five minutes later, his black car rolled up beside me. I got in, and we started the drive back.The car was quiet at first. Chris glanced at me a few times, then said, “She looked better than I expected.”“Yeah,” I whispered, hugging myself. “But it still hurts knowing someone did that to her.”He nodded. “At least she’s safe now.”We didn’t say much after that. Just

Chapter 98: failed mission Ghost’s POVIt was already dark outside when I started my car and headed toward Diana’s place. I wore my usual black hoodie and gloves, with my face covered by a black mask. I always wore the mask. No one knew my face…not even Mercy. That’s how I worked. In shadows. No names. No mistakes.Tonight, I was excited. It had taken me days to prepare for this. I had installed a secret CCTV camera at the top corner of Diana’s bakery, hidden behind a fake air vent. No one noticed it. Through that little lens, I had been watching her every move. Her opening hours. Her walking steps. Who came in? Who went out? I studied it all.I even knew what she liked to wear when she was relaxed…simple jeans, a white shirt, hair in a messy bun. I knew when she looked happy and when she looked tired. But none of that mattered to me. I wasn’t watching her because I cared. I was watching her because I was supposed to take her.Mercy gave the job. She wanted Diana…alive. To glance at

Chapter 100: Our Perfect Plan Xander’s POVWhen Jackson nodded, I stood up so fast my chair fell backward.I didn’t bother to pick it up.My heart was beating hard…harder than I could ever remember. I didn’t speak as we left the coffee shop. I didn’t ask him any more questions. I didn’t care about the time, the weather, or the looks people gave us.I just wanted to see her.Diana.My Diana.The one who had been taken from me again and again.The one I failed to protect.The one I couldn’t stop loving even if I tried.We got into our cars. He told me to follow him and not to lose sight. I nodded and got into my car, slamming the door shut. My hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white.As we drove, I tried to imagine what I would say to her when I saw her.Would I cry?Would I fall to my knees and hold her?Would she even want to see me after all?I didn’t know.But I didn’t care.All I knew was…she was alive.And I was going to see her again.I sat alone inside the vehicle, the engine r