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Chapter 331 The words still echoed in the room like a curse. Could it be… The joint living room felt too quiet, too heavy with unspoken fear. Carmen lay upstairs, finally asleep after the medication took effect. The resort, usually alive with warmth and laughter, now felt like a war room disguised as a home.It was the kind of weight that only settles after the gunpowder has cleared and the adrenaline has ebbed, leaving you with the chilling realization that surviving didn’t mean the threat was over. It just meant the game had changed. ​Upstairs, Carmen was finally asleep. I had administered the medication myself, watching as the lines of terror around her eyes finally softened into a drugged, heavy slumber. But the peace it brought felt fragile. Temporary. Like a thin glass shield placed over a ticking bomb, ready to crack at the slightest vibration. ​Lucian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette sharp against the encroaching darkness of the estate grounds. His ba

Chapter 333​I looked at him. For the first time since the attack, the mask of the stoic partner finally broke.​“I felt her shaking in my arms,” Lucian continued, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I thought... I thought she was going to lose the baby right there on the tarmac. I thought I was going to lose everything I’ve ever cared about in a single, senseless afternoon.”​Nathan stood up and crossed the room in two long strides. He placed a hand on Lucian’s shoulder. In that moment, he wasn't the Titan of Ravenswood or a commander of men. He was a brother.​“You won’t,” Nathan said firmly, his voice like iron. “Not on my watch.”​I closed my eyes briefly, echoing the sentiment in the silence of my own mind. Not on mine, either.​“But if it’s not Jasper and Mia directly,” Lucian said slowly, the gears in his head turning toward a darker possibility, “then who is it? Who has the resources? Who has the motive to track us to Cabo and infiltrate our inner circle?”​That was the quest

Chapter 335 ​Two hours later, we were tucked away in a private lounge at the Cabo airport. We had abandoned the idea of a private jet; it was too easy to track, too easy to sabotage. Instead, Nathan’s security team had cleared a First Class cabin on a commercial flight—anonymity in a crowd. ​I hated it. I hated the way we looked over our shoulders. I hated the way Nathan’s hand never left mine—his grip wasn't tight, but it was constant, a tether to reality. ​The flight was a vacuum of time. Carmen spent the duration with her head on Lucian’s shoulder, a blanket pulled up to her chin. She was shielding the life growing inside her from the cold reality of our situation. Lucian sat perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the cabin door, a silent sentinel who looked ready to tear the door off its hinges if someone breathed wrong. ​Nathan stared out at the clouds for hours, his jaw working as he chewed through a thousand different scenarios. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rhy

Chapter 337We gathered in the main living room.Nathan didn’t sit.Neither did Matthew.Both men stood like generals over a war table, even though there was no table. Only questions. Only uncertainty.I sat beside Lucian and Carmen, keeping a close eye on her. Her color was better, but stress still clung to her like a shadow.Frank took a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving my face.Ava perched on the arm of a chair, restless.Liam stood near the wall, quiet, observant.Nathan finally spoke.“Let’s start from facts,” he said. “Not emotions. Not guesses. Facts.”He looked at me. “Three tires punctured. Nails placed deliberately. Gunmen waiting. Pilots drugged earlier. Coordinated timing.”Matthew added, “Which means this was planned days in advance.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Someone knew our movements.”The room went quiet.That truth sat heavy.Nathan continued, “Which brings us to the only people with motive and history.”All eyes turned toward Matthew.He didn’t hesitate.“

Chapter 339That’s when my phone buzzed.A text from Cass.“I moved out. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I need to find my own life. I told you before. I’m done letting her control me.”I closed my eyes for a second.Pride.Relief.Fear.All mixed together.Cass was stronger than she thought.But that also meant…Beatrice was alone.Which made her more dangerous.Good.I thought.Which creates more room for mistakes.I moved quickly.I didn’t have much time.I pulled out the small, discreet surveillance equipment I had prepared.Tiny cameras.Hidden microphones.Devices so small they could disappear into decor.I worked like a professional.Living room.Above a bookshelf.Facing the main seating area.Office.Behind a decorative clock.Bedroom hallway.Near the stairs.Kitchen.Laundry area.Even near the back entrance.I placed them in strategic places.My heart raced the entire time.Not from fear.From focus.Every click of a device felt like planting a flag.This is my territory to