Semua Bab Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Third person povThe night unfolded quietly at first like every other regular night, as though the Knight mansion itself was holding its breath. Inside, everything and everyone moved at the usual rhythm. The staff walked through the halls with hushed efficiency, the scent of lemon polish and faint lavender diffused in the air.Upstairs in her room, Naomi sat cross-legged on the bed, textbooks and notebooks spread across the duvet, her pen scribbling across notes she would probably forget by morning. Her brow was furrowed, a pen tapping against her lips as she whispered through lines of a stubborn math problem. A half-eaten apple rested on a plate on her bedside desk. Her laptop’s screen was displaying a chaotic battlefield from a historical documentary she was meant to be studying.Down the hall, Delilah curled into the corner of the velvet couch in the private sitting room, one hand absently resting against the small swell of her belly, a soft cashmere blanket, a gift from Calix, was

Delilah's pov I fought. God, I fought like hell. The ropes cut into my wrists as two of the masked men dragged me across the estate grounds. My wrists were bound so tight the ropes burned like fire, every tug cutting deeper into my skin. My bare feet scraped against the gravel, sharp stones biting deep into my skin, but I refused to stop kicking, thrashing, clawing at whatever I could reach. My heart thundered in my ears, wild and panicked, but rage burned hotter. They were dragging me towards a black van, parked in the shadows under a tree, its engine a low, predatory growl. “Let me go!” I screamed, or tried to but the sound muffled as a rough hand clamped down harder around my arm. One of them snarled. “Shut up.” “Don’t tell me to shut up!” I spat back, twisting desperately. The man’s grip tightened, pulling my arm almost out of its socket. The other shoved me forward, his hand digging into my already bruised hip. I kicked out, wild and desperate, my heel connecting w

Delilah's povI struggled against the bonds, holding me down.Julian tilted his head, his eyes glinting with a malicious satisfaction. “You were never anything more than a pawn, Delilah. A tool. You see that now, don't you? Nothing but bait in a game you never even knew you were playing.”The word ‘pawn’ was like a physical blow. It was so dismissive, so demeaning. And coming from him, the man who had pretended to care, who had feigned love, who had used my trust and my vulnerability, it was a special kind of hell.My stomach twisted, but I refused to let him see me falter. “A pawn? You’re delusional.”Silas chuckled from the shadows. “Julian is correct, of course. You are but a means to an end. The instrument of my vengeance.” He stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on me. “But he has his own ambitions. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. A beautiful partnership, wouldn't you say, Julian?”Julian’s smirk widened. “Perfect. I get what's rightfully mine, and you get your revenge.”

Calix's povThe silence inside the black SUV was a living thing, thick and suffocating. It was a silence broken only by the low growl of the engine. I sat in the back, my hands clenched into fists in my lap, my knuckles aching with a dull, constant throb. The men with me were silent, too. They knew better than to speak. They had seen the mask I was wearing, the one made of ice and steel, and they knew what lay beneath it.For hours, we drove through the city’s quiet, deserted backstreets, past rows of closed businesses and darkened windows. We drove around the suburbs and into the industrial outskirts, a landscape of scrappy cranes, tall silos, and abandoned warehouses. Each new lead was a promise, a fleeting rush of adrenaline, quickly replaced by the bitter, acidic taste of disappointment. The van we were looking for was like a ghost, its trail vanishing in the grid of the city’s surveillance cameras. It was a dead end.My mind was all over the place. Anger was a vibration in my ve

Calix's povThe black SUV rolled to a stop, headlights dying out one by one behind me. My hands were white-knuckled and trembling slightly as they clutched the steering wheel. The city lights were a faint, bruised glow on the horizon behind me.I stepped out of the SUV, boots crunching against gravel and the doors closing behind me with a muffled thud. I was alone. My closest men had begged me not to come, their voices a quiet chorus of warnings.“It’s suicide, sir,” Mateo had said, his face filled with concern. “This is a trap. You’re walking into a slaughter.” But I had ignored them. Their pleas, their logic—none of it mattered. They didn’t understand. They couldn’t.Delilah was in there and her life outweighed everything. My empire, my pride, my own survival. All of that didn’t matter in the face of her potential death.I shut the door, the sound echoing in the quiet night. My gun was heavy in my hand, a weight I welcomed. I adjusted the grip, rolling my shoulders back.I looked up