All Chapters of wounded Heart : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The emergency lights created unsettling red shadows across the facility's main corridor as Alex and James moved swiftly through the chaos. Alarms wailed, and security personnel rushed past them—too preoccupied with the perimeter breach to notice two figures in utility uniforms slipping deeper into the compound. "The secondary explosions weren't part of my plan," James muttered, checking a small device that displayed the facility's layout. "Someone else is making a move." "My father," Alex replied with certainty. The old man had always been five steps ahead, even from what might be his deathbed. "Where would they keep him?" "Medical wing, east quadrant." James gestured down a connecting hallway. "But the Director will expect you to go there first." Alex's jaw tightened. "Then let's not disappoint him." James grabbed his arm. "That's exactly what he wants—to use our parents as bait. We need to secure the central database first." "Our parents—" "Are survivors," James cut in

Alex's fingers linked with Sonia's as they navigated the crumbling service corridor, the facility's death sending tremors through the walls around them. Behind them, Carlos leaned heavily on Geneva, while James struggled to maintain his pace, each labored breath a testament to his deteriorating condition."Seven minutes," Sonia announced, her professional tone betrayed by the slight tremor in her voice. In the dim emergency lighting, her eyes found Alex's—warm brown pools of certainty amid chaos. "The north evacuation point is our best chance."Alex nodded, but didn't release her hand. Since that impulsive kiss in the corridor, something fundamental had shifted between them. The professional boundaries they'd maintained through moments of growing attraction had finally crumbled, as inevitable as the facility collapsing around them."I thought bodyguards weren't supposed to hold hands with their clients during evacuations," he whispered, a hint of his usual confidence returning despite

Falling.Sonia Martinez had been trained for every contingency except this—plummeting through darkness toward the man she loved. The fissure narrowed as she descended, debris scraping her shoulders. Her tactical flashlight illuminated nothing but swirling dust and fractured concrete.A sudden impact knocked the breath from her lungs as she landed hard on a sloped surface of broken tunnel. Pain lanced through her ankle, but she pushed it aside with practiced discipline. Physical discomfort was irrelevant. Only Alex mattered now. Honestly, he does.The space around her was impossibly tight, barely wide enough for her to crawl forward. The residual emergency lighting had failed, leaving only her flashlight to pierce the absolute darkness. The air hung heavy with concrete dust and the acrid scent of electrical fires."Alex!" Her voice sounded small in the vast destruction.No response.Sonia checked her tactical watch. The specialized equipment Elena had provided all Rodriguez Corp securi

Monaco gleamed against the Mediterranean, untouched by the darkness that had nearly claimed them days before. From the Rodriguez villa terrace, Sonia watched the yachts below while contemplating the revelation that she might have been engineered for her position."You're overthinking again," Alex said, approaching with a pronounced limp despite abandoning his crutches for their meeting with James."Force of habit," she replied.He looked different here—more corporate heir than the man who had confessed his feelings in darkness. His suit concealed his bandaged torso, just as her blouse hid the bruises marking her shoulders."We could still walk away," Alex suggested. "Forget James, forget the files, forget all of it.""No," she said finally. "We couldn't."Alex's hand found hers, his thumb tracing circles against her skin. "I know.""Elena is securing the perimeter," she said, forcing her thoughts to the mission. "James requested a meeting with just us, but—""But you don't trust him,"

Dawn broke over the Mediterranean as Alex’s private jet descended toward Palma de Mallorca. Sonia gazed at the rugged coastline, her mind racing. Somewhere on this island was a man she had mourned for years—a father who had chosen to vanish rather than stay in her life.“We’ll land at a private airstrip,” Alex said. “Elena has secured transportation to the coordinates from the file.”Sonia nodded, noting the tension in his shoulders. “Your mother doesn’t know we’re here.”“No. And neither does James.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not sure where my brother’s loyalties lie anymore.”The pilot announced final approach. After two decades, believing Franco Martinez had died in a car crash, she was minutes from confronting him.“What will you say to him?” Alex asked, taking her hand.“I’ve rehearsed a thousand conversations. None feel adequate.”The jet touched down, rolling toward a discreet hangar where a sleek Range Rover waited. As they descended, Sonia saw Alex scanning their surroundings.