All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Blood roared in my ears, drowning out everything but the sharp crack of gunfire and the thud of bodies hitting the floor. My arms burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn’t care. At some point, I’d stopped being Lorraine, the woman who cried in private and laughed nervously at Sadie’s bad jokes.Now, I was just someone clawing for survival.Every time I pulled the trigger, I felt a piece of myself tear away. But I couldn’t stop when they kept coming, not when Vincent’s men were falling, not when the traitor who’d caused this mess was still breathing.Misha covered my flank, his shots precise, efficient. Whenever someone got too close to me, his bullets cut them down. At first, I thought he was doing it because he didn’t trust me to last more than five seconds with a gun. But after I dropped two men in a row, he glanced at me, and there was no pity in his eyes anymore. Just recognition.We fought as one. He shifted, I followed. I ducked, he

By the time I came back from the restroom, the table was already… obscene.Plates upon plates upon plates, stacked high with every possible breakfast combination. Pancakes dripping with syrup, omelets stuffed with everything in the fridge, baskets of bread, bacon curling golden at the edges, smoked salmon, fruit glistening like jewels. And that was just what I could see from one side of the table.Sadie’s jaw dropped. “Are we… feeding an army? Or is this just your typical post-arrest breakfast?”James puffed his chest. “This—” he gestured dramatically at the buffet, “—is what happens when you let Misha order.”“No,” Misha corrected without looking up, already dragging a plate toward him, “This is what happens when they know what I want.”Sadie whipped out her phone and immediately started snapping pictures. Angles, overheads, close-ups. The works.I groaned and covered my face. “Sadie…”“Shut up,” she muttered, adjusting the salt shaker so it wouldn’t ruin her shot. “This is a crime s

Five Years Later___ The first thing I felt was his warmth.The second was his groan.I smiled against his lips, trailing kisses across his jaw, slow and purposeful. “Morning,” I whispered, already nipping at the stubble on his chin.Misha cracked one eye open, the corners crinkling with that lazy grin that had only gotten more dangerous with age. “Lorraine, Angel,” he rumbled, voice gravelly with sleep, “You’re insatiable.”I laughed softly, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And whose fault is that?”He shifted under me, his hand sliding down my back, pulling me closer. “Mine, apparently.” His smile turned wicked. “Five years, and you still can’t get enough of me. Hungry and horny every morning, huh?”Heat flooded my cheeks. I pinched his side, making him flinch. “Shut up.”He chuckled, the sound deep and infuriatingly smug. “Ow—fine, fine. But it’s true.” His lips brushed my ear, voice dropping to that low tease that always melted me. “You used to say I was the one

The day after tomorrow came like a slow tide, steady but inevitable. By the time evening rolled in, Sasha was curled up in the little daybed behind the partition of my office that she called her kingdom disguised as a ‘nap nook,’ complete with her plush dog and Sparkle draped dramatically across her legs. She was out cold, her curls spilling over the pillow, thumb still tucked near her lips.I was finishing the last set of reports when the doors opened. Misha’s presence filled the space first, James trailed in at his shoulder. “Success,” Misha said simply, setting a small canvas bag onto the edge of my desk. His voice carried that low rumble that always pulled something deep in me. “No losses, objective complete. And,” he reached inside and pulled out a wrapped bundle, “Souvenirs.”James snorted. “Souvenirs. Like we didn’t nearly freeze our asses off on some godforsaken border crossing.” He flopped onto one of the leather chairs opposite me, all

The house came into view just as the sun began sliding down behind the ridge.Not the penthouse. Not the cold steel and glass tower where everything echoed. No more. We moved out of that when I found out Lorraine got pregnant with our second child.This place was ours. A home perched high on the hill, with its wide windows catching the last gold of the light, gardens stretching behind it like a promise. A fortress in its own right, yes, but alive, warm.Sebastian pulled up first, Sasha already bouncing in her car seat, craning her neck to see if balloons might be tied to the gate. Camille sat beside me in the second SUV, the baby tucked against her shoulder, her hand cupping his head like he was spun from glass.I stepped out, the cool air biting, and moved immediately to Lorraine’s door. She tried to brush me off, of course she did, but I slid my arm around her waist anyway, easing her down with deliberate care. Her body was still frail from the hospital, her lips pale, but her chin