All Chapters of The Gang Leader is My Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The faint wail of an ambulance finally reached us from afar, growing louder with every second. A small sense of relief washed over me, but the knot of worry in my chest refused to loosen.When the ambulance stopped near the rice fields, a group of medics jumped out, carrying a stretcher. Their steps were swift and precise as they hurried toward the hut where we had taken shelter.Trailing behind them, several police officers followed. Their uniforms stood out sharply against the golden fields, dimming under the glow of the setting sun.Their arrival should’ve made me feel safe. But it didn’t.Siska quickly helped Rocky onto the stretcher, making sure his wounds were stabilized. His face was still pale, but he was fighting hard to stay conscious.“I’ll go with Iky,” Siska said briskly, climbing into the ambulance beside him.Meanwhile, Arum wrapped an arm around me, guiding me out of the hut and across the narrow ridges of the rice field toward the roadside. I had no idea how bad my ow

I cried in Bin’s arms, unable to hold back the storm of emotions inside me. The feelings of loss, fear, sadness, and anger all tangled into one. I wasn’t ready to be apart from him, even temporarily it felt like a nightmare I didn’t want to live through.Without a word, Bin slowly pulled back. The eyes that always carried so much certainty were now damp. He looked at me for a long time, as if memorizing every detail of my face, as if this might be the last time he could see me this close.“Wait for me, Yu…” he whispered, his voice almost breaking, before lowering his head and pressing a soft kiss against my lips.The kiss didn’t last long, but it was enough to make my heart ache even more. I wanted to believe everything would be fine, but the uncertainty in his words only made me afraid.I broke the kiss slowly, tears still streaming down my face. “How long?” my voice trembled.Bin sighed, his fingers brushing gently against my cheek, as if he didn’t want to leave any deeper scars in

Without realizing it, the day I had been waiting for, or more accurately, the day I had been dreading, finally arrived. Exam day.The day when everything would be tested. Not just how much I could remember from the lessons, but also how strong I could stand without Bin by my side.I walked through the busy school corridor. Other students were occupied with their notes, some memorizing formulas, some just chatting to calm their nerves. But me? I just kept walking in silence, feeling a slight tightness in my chest.My name was listed in the same exam room as Iky. At least there was one familiar face to ease the tension a bit.But still, there was someone who should have been here, in the same room with me, teasing me like usual, or at least squeezing my hand before class to cheer me on.I stopped right in front of the classroom door. My fists clenched at my sides, emotions mixed inside me. I thought I would go through this together with Bin.I thought we would sit at our desks, sneaking

As soon as we arrived at the workshop, I was stunned. This place was nothing like the motorcycle workshops I’d imagined. Instead of the usual smell of oil and metal, the atmosphere here felt more like a café with an industrial vibe. Vintage pendant lights hung from the high ceiling, the walls were made of exposed brick decorated with old license plates, giant gears, and posters of classic bikes. Wooden tables and chairs mixed with metal elements gave it a masculine yet cozy feel, perfect for hanging out. Next to the main building was the actual workshop area. A neat line of big bikes stood proudly, Harley-Davidson, Ducati, even a BMW touring series. Tools were neatly arranged on the wall, showing this wasn’t just any ordinary place. The coolest part? A large glass window separated the café from the workshop, so customers could chill with a cup of coffee while watching their bikes being serviced. “Damn, this is so cool!” I exclaimed, my eyes darting around the place. “Of cour

Finally, Iky’s bike stopped in front of my house. During the whole ride, he still didn’t say a word about my earlier question. Silent as a rock, as if that conversation had never even happened. I was still thinking about it, but oh well, if he didn’t want to talk, I couldn’t force him. I got off the bike, took off the helmet, and handed it back to him. “Thanks, Ky,” I said softly. Iky accepted the helmet casually. “Yeah, no problem. When school starts again, I’ll pick you up like usual,” he said. I could only nod. It was useless to refuse, because I knew Iky had been assigned to look after me. And honestly? I didn’t really mind. After the kidnapping incident, I was still traumatized to go anywhere alone, even for a short while. That trauma didn’t just fade away. Even now, I still thought about it sometimes. I even went to see a psychiatrist to deal with the fear that kept haunting me. But Bin didn’t know. I never told him. Why? Because what’s the point? Even without knowing,