Semua Bab The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Bab 71 - Bab 76

Amelia froze. Her body went stiff, her breath catching in her throat. The walls of the clinic hallway felt like they were pressing in on her, the buzzing lights above almost blinding.Leo, holding tight to her hand, tugged at her scarf with his other. His small voice broke the silence.“Mama, did she find Annabella? Ask her, Mama!”The cleaner’s eyes widened at the child, then flicked back to the photos the battered, broken face labeled Before and the carefully reconstructed one labeled After.She stammered, her grip tightening on the folder.“This… this doesn’t make sense. Are you… are you living under another name?”Amelia forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I think there’s been a mistake. That file isn’t mine.”The cleaner shook her head furiously. “No… no, I saw it. The dates, the surgeries it’s you. You are Adrianna Rodriguez.”Leo frowned, holding his elephant toy tighter. “Mama, who’s Adrianna? Is she Annabella’s friend?”Amelia’s breath caught. She pressed him cl

Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Disappear? You mean… kill me?”Miguel leaned back, his eyes cold but calm. He shook his head slowly, almost like he pitied her.“If I wanted you dead, Janet, you’d already be at the bottom of the river by now. No.” His voice dropped to a chilling calm. “I’m giving you something people would kill for. A way out. Two million dollars wired clean into an account. And a brand new passport. A whole new identity. You can vanish and start over somewhere far away. Think about it a life you never even dreamed of, bought with your silence.”Janet let out a nervous laugh, though it cracked halfway. “But… but you just said ‘six feet under.’ By my definition, that means you were planning to kill me.”Miguel leaned forward, his hand gripping the knife still stuck in the chair. He tugged it free with a sharp scrape of metal against wood. His voice was low, deadly calm.“Don’t confuse a warning with a promise. I give people choices, Janet. Most don’t get that luxur

Okay, you said your name is Alicia Torres, but I don’t know any Alicia Torres. Information about what? Do you even know who you’re talking to?” the stranger asked calmly.“Yes, I do,” Alicia replied smoothly. “I’m talking to Damien Blackwood, aren’t I?”“Yes, you are,” Damien said after a pause. “So what information do you have?”“That,” Alicia said firmly, “I can’t tell you over the phone. I suggest we meet 11th Wallace Street. Your map will guide you. And don’t be late. Oh, and bring a briefcase full of cash.”“Cash? Why?” Damien’s voice sharpened in disbelief.Alicia laughed coldly. “Do you think I’d just give away what I know for free? Please, don’t make me laugh. I’m not doing charity work here. What I have is big. Think about it what if you found out you’d been lied to for years?”Damien was silent, then said slowly, “Alright. I’m getting the picture. Name your price.”“Ten million,” Alicia said without hesitation. “That’s what the truth costs.”“Ten million?” Damien snapped. “D