Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

EvansThe sound of that first breath was like a gunshot in the silent room. It was wet, ragged, and heavy with the effort of five years of stasis. I stood frozen, my hand still gripping the manual override lever, watching the thick white mist spill out across the floor like a ghost. The heavy steel door of the chamber swung wider, the hinges screaming in a low, metallic protest."Evans, the thermal levels are dropping too fast," Lena whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched her tablet to her chest. "We need to get her out of the cold."Hailey didn't wait for my lead. She moved before I could even draw breath, rushing into the center of the mist. She reached into the dark opening of the chamber, her hands disappearing into the fog. I saw her shoulders shake as she leaned forward, her voice a desperate, soothing murmur."I have you," Hailey cried, her voice cracking with a mixture of terror and joy. "I've got you, Nancy. Just breathe. Keep breathing."I finally found my feet and r

HaileyThe house felt like it was breathing around me, every floorboard and vent carrying a secret I wasn't sure I wanted to hear. Evans had stayed in the living room to coordinate with the security teams, his face a mask of worry, but I couldn't stay there. I needed to see Nancy. I needed to understand why my world had suddenly turned into a storm of noise that didn't come from people's mouths.I walked down the quiet hallway toward the sunroom Lena had converted into a recovery suite. The air felt heavy, vibrating with a low hum that made the hair on my arms stand up. Every time I passed a maid or a guard, I felt a sharp jab in my chest—a flicker of boredom from one, a spike of sharp anxiety from another. It was like I was walking through a room full of invisible radios all playing different stations at once.I pushed the door open to Nancy’s room. The smell of antiseptic and lavender hit me first, but underneath that was the steady, calm pulse of Nancy’s presence. She was propped u

HaileyThe words from the phone were still ringing in my ears as I sat in my small design studio at Wilson Corporation. Evans had stayed back at the house to handle the fallout of those devices, his voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, dark well. Monitoring my body. Tracking my heart. The thought made my skin crawl with a thousand invisible legs. I tried to focus on the sketches in front of me, but the lines blurred into jagged peaks, looking like the heart rate monitors Nancy was hooked up to.The office was mostly empty, the late evening sun casting long, orange shadows across the fabric swatches and mannequins. I heard the click of heels first. They weren't the sensible shoes of the cleaning staff or the frantic pitter-patter of an assistant. These were deliberate. Sharp. Aggressive.The door swung open, and Valarie Chen walked in. She looked perfect, as always, her hair swept back in a tight bun and a coat draped over her shoulders that probably cost more t

EvansI stood in the center of my study, the air smelling of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of the surveillance devices I had smashed on my desk. My hands were still shaking, but it wasn't from fear anymore. It was pure, unfiltered rage. The digital tablet in my hand flickered, reflecting the dark circles under my eyes. Marcus stood by the window, his arms crossed, his silhouette framed by the moonlight hitting the glass."Tell me everything, Marcus," I said. My voice sounded like it was being dragged over gravel. "Don't leave out a single detail. I want to know who is breathing down our necks."Marcus sighed, a heavy sound that made the room feel smaller. "It's a spiderweb, Evans. We thought Dr. Frost was a rogue scientist working out of a basement. She isn't. She is the center of a global network. I traced the funding for those biological transmitters we found in Hailey’s room.""And?" I prompted, stepping closer to him."The money doesn't just come from Frost," Marcus said,

EvansThe weight of Hailey’s collapse was still heavy in my arms. I had carried her to the sofa, her body trembling with a grief that didn't belong to her. Nancy was staring at us from the bed, her eyes wide and haunted. The air in the room felt like it was humming with a frequency I couldn't hear but could definitely feel. It was the sound of a family being torn apart across the city."She's in pain, Evans," Hailey whispered, her fingers clutching my lapel. "It's so loud. Please, you have to find her."I didn't need any more motivation. I stood up and looked at Marcus, who was already hovering near the door with his tablet in hand. "Mobilize everyone. I don't care about the cost. I want every encrypted server, every hidden medical file, and every shell company linked to Frost scanned within the hour.""I'm already on it, sir," Marcus replied, his fingers flying across the screen. "But Frost is a ghost. She uses layers of digital noise to hide her tracks. If there is a third girl, she