All Chapters of Mr. William's Rules: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next morning came far too quickly. Lily woke in William’s townhouse, sunlight streaming through the heavy drapes, but her body still felt heavy from the chaos of the night before. She sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her forehead. The sound of distant voices downstairs drifted up, low and urgent, and her heart tightened—William was already awake, already planning.She slipped on her robe and stepped into the hallway, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. The air carried the faint aroma of coffee and something toasted. For one brief moment she allowed herself to imagine this was a normal morning, that she was simply living with the man she loved, not running from shadows. Then Adrian’s sharp tone cut through the air and the illusion shattered.“They’re changing routes every day,” Adrian said from the dining room, leaning over a spread of maps and photographs. “I need more time if I’m going to track those trucks properly.”“Time we don’t have,” William replied, his voice clipped,

The convoy left the townhouse under cover of darkness. Rain misted against the windows as the SUV hummed along the back roads, its headlights cutting pale arcs through the fog. Lily sat in the back beside Nany, who had fallen asleep with her head against Lily’s shoulder. William sat opposite them, watching the road with an intensity that never seemed to waver.Adrian drove, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, while Sofia occupied the passenger seat, her coat pulled tight, hands resting on her knees. She hadn’t spoken much since they’d left, only murmured a quick report to William before sliding into the car.Lily traced her fingers over Nany’s trembling hand, torn between relief and a gnawing unease. Nany was safe—for now. But how long before Leonard made his next move?The SUV curved down a narrow lane flanked by old trees. William’s voice broke the silence. “Adrian, how far?”“Five minutes,” Adrian replied without looking back.Lily lifted her gaze to William. His hair was damp from

Morning light cut through the mist that clung to the estate grounds. Birds stirred in the trees, unaware of the tension brewing among those inside. Lily woke early, her neck stiff from resting in the chair beside Nany. Nany’s breathing had steadied through the night, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes. Lily brushed a loose strand of hair from her own face, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her.Downstairs, William was already on the phone, his voice calm but edged with steel. “Increase surveillance. I want drones covering the north sector too. No mistakes.” He ended the call and caught sight of Lily coming down the stairs. He set the phone aside, eyes softening despite the hard set of his jaw.“You didn’t rest long,” he said.Lily offered a faint smile. “Neither did you.”Before William could respond, Adrian entered with a tablet in hand. “Sir, I’ve cross-checked the transport logs. One name stands out—Justin.”Lily froze. “Justin?”Adrian glanced at her, then back a

The convoy thundered down the winding road, the sound of pursuit fading but never far from William’s mind. In the second car, Lily leaned against the window, her shoulder aching from the hit she’d taken. Her pulse still raced from the adrenaline, but her eyes stayed fixed on the lead vehicle carrying Nany. She could almost feel the woman’s fragile grip, the words she had whispered: don’t let them…William sat beside her, scanning a tablet Adrian had handed over moments earlier. Every few seconds his gaze flicked to the mirrors, then to the woods blurring past. His voice was low but steady. “We’ll switch vehicles again at the old mill. Adrian’s team will sweep the trail behind us.”“Will they follow?” Lily asked quietly.“They’ll try,” William said. “But we’re ahead for now.” His hand rested on his knee, fingers tapping a controlled rhythm—a tell that he was thinking three steps ahead.Lily studied him for a moment. “You’ve done this before.”His eyes met hers briefly, something dark a

The convoy cut through the storm, streetlights flickering over slick asphalt. The closer they got to the docks, the more the air seemed to thicken with tension, the scent of saltwater mingling with diesel fumes from passing trucks. William sat in the lead vehicle with Adrian and Lily, their silence heavy with preparation.Adrian glanced at the tablet in his lap, then at William. “Sir, we’ve got visual feeds coming in from the scout team. There’s activity—heavily armed guards moving crates from one warehouse to another.”William’s jaw set. “Leonard’s people?”Adrian nodded. “Without a doubt. And…” He hesitated. “We spotted Justin. He’s inside, near what looks like the command post.”Lily’s head jerked toward Adrian. “Justin? Are you sure?”“Positive. He’s directing some of the movements. Whether willingly or under pressure, we don’t know.”William spoke evenly, though his eyes burned with focus. “We’ll find out soon enough. Keep the feeds running.”The convoy parked two blocks from the