Semua Bab My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 31: ERRATIC FEARXENOIS The drive to Murphy's Restaurant was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Every red light I encountered, made me want to scream and each car in front of me gave the urge to ram through it and keep moving.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had gone white, and I could feel my heart beating against my ribs with a rhythm that were matching the sirens I could hear as I was getting closer to the restaurant.Lake's voice through the phone had been filled with terror, that no five year old should ever imagine. The sound of gunshots in the background, the screaming, the chaos , it all replayed back in my head like it was on repeat.I'd called Dmitri immediately after hanging up with the boys, and I could hear him over the phone as he was mobilizing our people even as I drove. But this wasn't something that could be handled quietly in the shadows, where the cops would have no idea this even happened when we got rid of our enemies. Thi

Chapter 33: The Ride Back Home XENOISThe bulletproof car that Dmitri had brought to Murphy's restaurant on my request felt like it was a fortress on wheels, but even with its bullet proof steel and tinted windows, that could withstand bullets and bombs being thrown at it, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were still vulnerable, open somehow. Every shadow that we passed and every car that followed us for more than a block, made my muscles tense up like I was expecting another attack on my family.Celeste sat by my left side, pressed to my body. Whatever distance she was trying to put between us earlier seemed to have forgotten with this development that we were currently facing, her body was rigid with what I had recognized as leftover terror while the boys were squeezed between us in the backseat. They were trying to be brave, but I could feel the way they kept checking the windows, the way their small hands gripped my shirt whenever we stopped at a red light."It's okay," I

Chapter 35: Restless Night XENOISBy the time I finished making the last call, the clock on the wall showed 8:47 PM. My neck was hurting me from bending over the phone for hours, and my throat felt raw and dry from speaking in the low dangerous tone that frightened people in the underworld.. Each conversation had been filled with threats and promises, making it clear that information about today's attack would be rewarded if they knew anything about it while feigning ignorance and not coming forth with the required information that I needed would prove to be costly.The responses had been similar from everyone that I had called. Every contact I'd reached out to – from the drug lords who were the ones in charge of the docks and ships that brought illegal substance to the city, to the arms dealers who supplied half the city's hard drugs to willing customers off the book– had sworn they knew nothing about the attack on my family. Their denials sounded like they had truth in them, whic

Chapter 37: The Uninvited Night GuestSOPHIAThe elevator ride to my suite felt like it was never going to end, each floor that I passed making my frustration kept building up and it was almost reaching a breaking point. The day had been a complete disaster, and I could barely contain my rage as I replayed the events in my mind.Those incompetent fools I'd hired were supposed to be professionals at their jobs. They'd come highly recommended from contacts I'd made during my years working in various criminal enterprises before I'd cleaned up my act to pursue Xenois. But today had proven that reputation meant nothing especially when it came to carrying out the job.The plan had been perfect. Simple, clean, and more importantly, it was untraceable back to me. The bomb on Celeste's car would have eliminated her and those three little brats in one quick explosion, leaving Xenois devastated and vulnerable losing all his family at once and with no explanation. He would have needed comfor

Chapter 39; Morning RevelationsCELESTEI woke to the unfamiliar sensation of an empty bed. For a moment, confusion clouded my thoughts as I reached across the mattress, expecting to find warm bodies curled up beside me. The events of yesterday came rushing back – the attack, the terror, the way we'd all slept together for comfort and safety.But now the bed was cold, the sheets rumpled from where Xenois and the boys had been sleeping. I could hear sounds drifting up from downstairs – muffled conversation, the clatter of dishes, and something that made my heart lift despite everything: the sound of my children's laughter.I lay there for a moment, just listening. It was such a normal sound, so beautifully ordinary after the chaos of yesterday. The boys were giggling about something, their voices bright and carefree in a way that reminded me they were resilient in the way only children could be.I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I