All Chapters of Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As Misha and I turned to leave the private lounge, the security guard stopped us. “I’m afraid you can’t leave yet, sir.”“Excuse me?”“The casino owner would like a word. He asked to meet you personally.”Misha’s head tilted ever so slightly, feigning ignorance with the kind of effortless grace that made my skin crawl. “And may I ask what for?”The thick-necked guard’s expression didn’t change, but his tone became polite, maybe even impressed. “He’d like to congratulate you, sir. For your exceptional win streak and the wonderful performance.”I frowned. Performance?“No! No—” Brayden shrieked from the corner. “This is a private lounge! No one else is supposed to see me like this!”He was still crouched low, arms wrapped tight around his bare body, as if shame alone could shield him from the world. His face was flushed deep red, blotchy with panic, shame, and outrage.“Brayden, please,” Dominic muttered, dragging

The weight of the moment settled like fog.Vincent’s expression didn’t change, but the temperature in the room shifted. “You come into my house, undress one of my patrons, bait his friends, give away your winnings, and you think that buys you a meeting?”“No,” I said calmly. “It buys your interest.”His eyes burned brighter, like someone just lit a match behind them.“Who are you really, Misha?”I exhaled slowly. “Someone who knows how this world works. Someone who’s been watching from the shadows long enough. I’ve studied every move, every name. I know your connections. Your blind spots. Your enemies. I know you’re looking for someone who can shift the board without anyone noticing the pieces moved. I’m not here by accident. This was my invitation.”Vincent rose from his seat and stepped around the desk, walking closer to me until he was few feet away. “So why not kill you here? You’ve seen too much. You’ve said too much.”

I didn’t wait. Not for James to finish fumbling with his excuses, not for the red light to turn green, and definitely not for my pulse to calm down. The second I heard the name Vincent Vescari, something in me cracked open like glass under pressure. I yanked the door handle and bolted the moment the car slowed at Boxton intersection. One sharp swerve of my body and I was out, heels slamming the pavement, lungs burning with panic. I ducked behind a delivery van, then disappeared into a crowd of pedestrians crossing the street. James didn’t even notice. Of course he didn’t. He probably got distracted by a blinking billboard or a dog with a funny hat. My heart thundered as I kept my head down, weaving through alleys like I’d been doing it all my life. Maybe part of me had. I’d always known something in my blood didn’t quite match the polished family I was raised in. But I never thought it’d be him. The man Sadie heard in a rumor outside the courtroom. Because, of course, the man hi

My breath caught in my throat.I hated Misha for saying it. For meaning it. For standing there like he hadn’t just ripped open my chest and exposed everything I’d buried.“You’re disgusting,” I spat, even though my voice trembled like the rest of me.He looked patient. Like a predator. “You didn’t answer me.”I wanted to scream. Or slap him. Or run so far I forgot what his touch felt like. But my feet didn’t move. My hands stayed clenched at my sides. And my thighs–God. I shifted, subtly. Too subtly.But his eyes caught it. A muscle flickered in his scarred cheek. “You hate me, right? Then show me.”His fingers brushed mine. Just a whisper of contact. But it was enough to send sparks down my spine.“I want you gone,” I whispered.“A deal. Prove me wrong and I’ll never touch you again.”My back hit the wall again, and he was in front of me. Not touching me. Just breathing the same air I was, an

Misha didn’t answer me right away.“Why did you have a gun last night?”“I don’t like being unprepared,” he said finally, “That’s all you need to know.”“That’s not even remotely an answer,” I snapped. “You took me to a casino, flirted with the idea of letting me walk into some kind of setup, and you were armed the whole time? What, were you expecting a shootout?”His eyes didn’t waver. “I expect the worst. Always.”Arms folded so tightly, I could feel my nails digging into my skin. “So you bring a gun to a casino? What exactly were you thinking? That someone was going to flip a table and start shooting?”Misha didn’t even blink. “I was thinking I’d rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.”God. His calmness infuriated me. “You brought me into that place, used me, actually… just so Vincent Vescari could see I was with you. And all the while you were carrying a weapon? Do you have any idea ho