All Chapters of The Final Goodbye : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The moment the door shut behind them, the silence of the room swallowed their hurried breaths. Roland reached for her instantly, pulling her close, his lips crashing against hers in a hunger that felt dangerous. Eva responded with equal force, her fingers clutching his shirt, dragging him deeper into the kiss. Their mouths moved like two storms colliding — breathless, rough, desperate.Her back pressed against the wall, the cool marble biting into her skin, yet she didn’t care. Roland’s hands travelled boldly down her sides, finding the soft curves of her hips. He pressed and squeezed them.His touch made her tremble, made her forget where she was or what it meant. He turned her to face the face, her both hands resting on the wall for support. She gasped when his hands slid upward again, gripping her breasts from behind as he pressed her body harder against his.“Roland…” she whispered between kisses, her voice shaking.He didn’t reply, only deepened the kiss. His fingers traced h

Eva rolled her eyes fiercely at him, whispering harshly. “Aren’t you the man here? Shouldn’t you be the one thinking of a solution?” Her voice trembled with irritation and fear.Roland’s forehead creased. “This is your house, woman!” he fired back in a hushed tone. “You’re supposed to know the escape routes, not me!”Eva sighed, her breath sharp. “Oh, God,” she muttered under her breath, pacing back and forth in panic. Downstairs, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly. They were getting closer.In the living room, the butler appeared and bowed slightly before Alex. “Sir, welcome,” he said politely. “Madam is upstairs in the bedroom.”Alex looked up toward the staircase. “Is she okay?” he asked, trying to sound casual.“I believe so, sir,” the butler replied. Just then, Emma and Samuel came running from the hallway, shouting in excitement, “Daddy! Daddy!” They hugged his legs while Martha trailed behind, trying to calm them down.James stepped closer to Alex and leaned forward to whisp

“What’s the location?” Alex asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the air.James turned to him, confused. “What?”“I said what’s the goddamn location of the bastard’s address?” Alex barked, eyes burning with fury.James blinked rapidly, startled by the sudden rise in his tone. “Wait... Alex, calm down. You’re not thinking straight.”“Read it!” Alex thundered, slamming his palm on the dashboard.James sighed heavily, pulled out his phone and scrolled through the email. “It says 27 Shady Creek, Bronx,” he muttered.“Good,” Alex said coldly. “Driver, turn around. Head to that address. Right now.”The driver hesitated but obeyed, taking a sharp U-turn.James stared at his friend. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to make sense of the madness brewing beside him.“What does it look like I’m doing?” Alex shot back. His face was calm but the fire in his eyes told another story.“It looks like you’re going on a mission to kill someone,” James said, his voice trembling slig

Amara was in her office at the production unit, reviewing the day’s supply report on her tablet, when a sudden loud noise came from downstairs — shouts, hurried footsteps, and what sounded like police sirens. Her brows furrowed. She stood up immediately, dropped her pen, and rushed out of the office.As she descended the stairs, her heart began to beat faster. Uniformed police officers had already flooded the production area. Some of her staff stood frozen, others whispering among themselves in fear. The air was thick with confusion.“What’s going on here?” Amara demanded as she approached, her heels clicking hard against the floor.A tall man in his mid-forties turned to her, showing his badge. “Inspector Daniels. We received credible intelligence that this factory is being used as a front for trafficking illicit drugs,” he said, his voice calm but firm.“What?” Amara’s eyes widened. “That’s impossible!”The inspector exchanged glances with two of his officers before replying, “Ma’

The evening breeze brushed softly through the open windows as Martins and Amara stepped into their living room. The silence that followed them was heavy — the kind that sits between two people who’d seen enough drama for a lifetime in just one day.Martins removed his suit jacket, dropped it on the couch, and turned to her. “Amara, this thing that happened today…” he began, his voice careful, “do you have any idea who could be behind it? Someone who might have a reason to want to destroy your company?”Amara didn’t even think twice. “Alex Spencer.”Martins froze, his eyes widening as if she had just said the impossible. “Alex?” he repeated, almost whispering. “Are you sure about that? This kind of setup is serious, Amara. It could be anyone, a business rival, an angry former employee—”“Is Alex not a rival?” she cut in sharply, her tone calm but firm. “Who else lost more because of me than him? You remember what happened last year — he lost more than half of his investors, some of wh