บททั้งหมดของ Kisses, Lies and Blurred Alibis : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Chloe’s POVFour hours I want able to reach any one. Pain doesn’t always scream.Sometimes it sits quietly in your chest, heavy and suffocating, refusing to let you breathe.I knew something was wrong long before the phone rang.Every call I made went unanswered. Jake. Tyler. The servant. Even Zoe’s phone, I meant my phone she was holding, the one we switched, it was dead silent. At first, I told myself it was normal. That things were just… delayed. That negotiations take time. That Zoe knew what she was doing.But a mother’s heart doesn’t lie.The house felt wrong.Too quiet. Too still.I paced the living room, Mira’s small jacket clenched in my hands, I have held it I case I was asked to come get her, I knew she would be cold or something, my pulse racing with every second that passed. The baby started crying upstairs, sharp and restless, like he could feel the fracture in the air.“Please,” I whispered to no one. “Please let them be okay.”Then the phone rang.Zoe’s phone.My breat

Chloe’s POVI sat there, staring at the ICU door, when the weight of something I had been carrying pressed too hard against my chest.I couldn’t keep it in anymore.“Jake…” I called softly.He turned immediately, he looked tired already, his eyes tired, bloodshot, but even in the midst of it all, it was alert. Tyler followed his gaze to me, sensing the shift in my voice.“There’s something I didn’t tell you,” I said.Both of them stiffened.Jake moved closer. “What is it?”I swallowed. My fingers trembled as I clenched them together. “Before Tyler called me. Before I even knew Zoe had been shot.”Their faces hardened. Tyler was fully facing me now. “My phone rang,” I continued. “It was Zoe’s phone actually, I picked it up thinking it was her or one of you.”Jake’s jaw tightened. “And?”“And it was him,” I whispered. “Don K.”The name dropped between us like a loaded gun.“He said… he said I thought I could fool him by sending my sister instead of myself. He said today might be a luck

Chloe’s POVWe left the hospital after an hour that Zoe woke up. At least we all knew she was better now. We were all tired and it was already late into the night. Tyler suggested we all go home, shower and rest while we come back in the morning to check on Zoe. Our Home didn’t feel like home. When we reached. It felt like a temporary shelter, walls that could be breached, doors that could fail, silence that screamed too loudly. Still, we showered. We changed. We tried to rest, if closing our eyes and lying still could be called rest.I barely slept.Every time I did, I saw blood on a café floor that wasn’t mine. I heard a gunshot that echoed too close to my heart. I woke up clutching the bedsheet, my chest tight, my mind already racing back to the hospital.The phone call was still loud enough in my head. And the thought of knowing the culprit wasn’t caught and might attack anytime soon scared me the more.Morning came too fast.Jake drove. Tyler sat in the front seat, quiet, his j

Jake’s POVMy phone vibrated while I was still standing beside Zoe’s bed.At first, I ignored it. I was more worried about Zoe, seeing Chloe cry this much hurts me. Nothing mattered more than the steady rise and fall of her chest, the faint hiss of oxygen, the thin line between life and death that machines were now guarding for her. Chloe sat on the other side, fingers locked with Zoe’s, whispering things only sisters could understand.Then my phone vibrated again.Harder this time.I pulled it out slowly, already knowing whatever waited on the screen wouldn’t bring good news.Unknown Number.I opened the message.You thought stopping Adrian meant this was over?I’m the one who ended him.Now I’m coming for what’s mine.My jaw tightened.Another message came in before I could breathe.Your wife and her sister tried to deceive me.No one fools Don K and walks away.I failed once to take her life.Next time, I won’t miss.My hands went cold.I looked up sharply, my eyes going straight

Jake’s POV“Move. Now.”That was the only word in my head as I stepped out of the car.The location Don K sent wasn’t dramatic, no abandoned warehouse, no dark alley. It was worse. An old shipping terminal by the docks, half-functional, guarded by the illusion of normalcy. Trucks moving. Men working. Life going on.That’s how he played it.Hidden in plain sight.Tyler’s voice came through the earpiece, low and steady. “Positions are set. Police units are two minutes out. Don’t rush this.”“I won’t,” I replied. “But I’m not stalling either.”I adjusted my jacket, the weight of the wire unfamiliar but necessary. For once, I wasn’t here to threaten or negotiate.I was here to end it.I walked into the terminal office like I belonged there.Don K was already inside.He stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, smiling like a man who thought he’d already won. He was tall, lean, calm in a way that came from believing consequences were for other people.“Martinez,” he said without