Semua Bab ALMS TO LOVE: Bab 191 - Bab 200

The police briefing room inside the Billion estate wasn’t really a room at all.just the main receiving hall cleared out, lights harsh, shadows long, tension thick like smoke.Charles stood behind Fiona, one hand resting on her back, grounding her.Liza sat beside Candy on the sofa, both girls wrapped in a fleece blanket, sipping warm milk a maid had rushed in.Outside the tall windows, the early morning sky was a bruised violet.Everything felt too quiet.Too still.Like the air itself was bracing.Detective Ramos placed a folder on the coffee table.Thick. Creased. Overstuffed with evidence.He opened it slowly.And then..He looked at Fiona and Charles with a gravity that made Fiona’s stomach seize.“Mr. Billion, Ms. Generys… this situation has escalated beyond anything we anticipated.”Charles’s jaw flexed.Fiona held Liza’s hand tighter.Ramos continued.“We now have confirmation that Helen Kashmir orchestrated the escape.”“And she’s not just hiding Marie.”He exhaled.“She’s mo

Fiona jolted awake to the sound of frantic voices outside her bedroom door.Not loud—not shouting—but tight, urgent, urgent in a way that made her stomach drop before she even opened her eyes.She pushed herself up from the couch beside Candy’s bed, heart thudding.Candy was still sleeping, small and warm, her tiny hand tucked beneath her cheek.But the house—the house was wrong.Too many footsteps.Too many whispers.Too many radios crackling at once.Fiona slipped out of the room and cracked the door.Two guards rushed down the hall.Another whispered into his earpiece, voice shaking, “We’ve got movement—north gate. Confirm if that’s the same car from last night—”Fiona stepped out.“Hey—what’s going on?”The guard froze, startled.“Ma’am—Ms. Fiona—uh, please return to your room. Sir Charles ordered everyone to stay inside until we secure—”“What’s happening?” Fiona demanded, stepping closer.He exchanged looks with another guard—nervous, pale.Finally, the older guard sighed.“So

Helen sat at a weathered table in the back of a dingy motel room, her eyes narrowed in concentration, staring at the scattered plans and photographs spread before her. The glow from the cheap lamp cast deep shadows on her face, sharpening the edges of her features, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden surface-a sound like a ticking clock, counting down the moments.Her men stood around the room, ill at ease, but trying to keep their cool. They'd been through plenty with her-loyalty to the cause had never before been in question-but this time, a tangible unease filled the air.Marie sat at the corner, her hands trembling, staring down at her lap. It was breaking through the fog in her brain as reality finally hit her: the danger, the constant evasion. But all Helen could see was the endgame.A knock at the door had finally broken the silence. One of the men was slightly taller than the others, so he stepped forward to open the

In the thick night air, Helen and Marie, with their small but well-armed contingent of men, crouched in the shadows close to the gates of the Billion estate. The guards moved around the perimeter, unknowing of the danger that was just out of sight. Helen’s mind was sharp as she watched the rhythm of the patrols. Every minute was being counted.Marie was trembling beside her, her face pale and drawn, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She could feel the weight of the gun holstered against her side, the pressure of the plan unfolding around them. She was so close to having Candy back, so close to reclaiming the one thing she thought she could never live without. Yet, a part of her couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in her gut-this was more than just about her daughter now. It was about revenge. About making them all pay."Ready?" Helen's voice cut through the quiet, low and smooth.Marie's heart resounded loudly within her chest. Her hands still shaking g

She barely had a moment to register what was happening when a hand clamped down on her wrist. She felt a burst of surprise as she struggled, but it was like attempting to break a vice grip.“Move,” a growling voice said in her ear, and Marie was dragged forward, her heart thundering in her temples.Helen’s face was a mask of calm determination, her eyes glinting with a cold, hard calculation as she dragged Marie along. But for her part, Marie was barely able to register a reaction other than panic and confusion. She moved as if in a dream, her legs carrying her along even as a cold, gnawing dread threatened to consume her.“Stay close,” Helen muttered, her grip growing tighter. “We can’t stop now. Keep moving.”“It’s all right, I’m almost there,” she said, her voice barely audible as she struggled to focus on her conversation with her sister while her mind reeled with all that was hap