All Chapters of THE BIKER'S ACCIDENTAL LADY: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Two days after the vandalism, I received a strange call.A woman. Scottish accent. Said her name was Margaret Reid. Said she was a social worker handling one of the children from the Edinburgh facility."One of the boys is asking for you specifically. Connor. He says he needs to talk to you. In person. He is struggling and will not open up to anyone else.""Can we do a video call instead? I am in France. It is difficult to travel on short notice.""He specifically requested in person. He says there are things he needs to tell you that he cannot say over the phone or video. Things about the facility. About people still involved."That caught my attention. "What kind of things?""He will not tell me. Says he will only talk to you. I know it is asking a lot. But this boy is in crisis. You made an impression on him. You might be the only person he will trust right now."I hesitated. Something felt off. But if Connor really needed help, I could not ignore that."Let me check my schedule. I

Three days after the Scottish rescue, Anna called.Not on Thursday. Not our regular time. Middle of the day. Tuesday. Emergency call."Hope, I need help. Something happened."My stomach tightened. "What happened? Are you safe?""I am safe. But someone came to my group home. A woman. She said she knew about the foundation. Said she was a survivor too. Said she wanted to help.""What did she want?""She asked me questions. About you. About the work you do. About other survivors I know. She seemed nice. Genuine. But something felt wrong. After she left I remembered. I had seen her before. At the facility. She was not a prisoner. She was staff.""Did you tell anyone at the group home?""Yes. They called police. But the woman was gone. Used a fake name probably. They are looking for her but she disappeared.""Anna, they are trying to get to me through you. Through other survivors. You need to be careful.""I know. That is why I am calling. She asked specifically about Michael. The boy from

Three days after Anna's operation, I received a letter.Not email. Not a message. An actual physical letter. Delivered to the foundation office by private courier.Expensive paper. Typed perfectly. No return address.It read:*Dear Hope Morrison,**We have been watching your work with great interest. The foundation. The facility closures. The survivors you support. All very impressive.**You have cost our organization considerable resources. Millions in lost assets. Dozens of trained individuals imprisoned. Years of careful work disrupted.**Most people in our position would respond with violence. With retaliation. With elimination of the threat.**But we see something different in you. We see potential.**You were Marcus Chen's greatest achievement. His most successful project. You possess skills and training that took years to develop. Skills you are currently wasting on rescue operations and therapeutic support.**We would like to make you an offer.**Join us. Use your abilities pr

I called an emergency meeting with everyone who mattered.Flora, Damien, Lucas, Rousseau, Dr. Chen, and the foundation board. Everyone gathered at the compound by evening."We need to vote on how to proceed," I said. "The network is escalating. They took Marie. They'll take more survivors if we don't stop them. I want to propose a coordinated strike on all remaining facilities. One massive operation. End this permanently."Marcus, the board president, spoke first. "What would that look like specifically?""Rousseau has identified nine active facilities across six countries. We coordinate with local authorities in each location. Plan simultaneous raids. Hit them all at once. Free approximately two hundred children. Arrest everyone involved.""That's massive coordination," Marcus said. "Multiple jurisdictions. Different legal systems. Weeks of planning minimum.""I know. But it's the only way to end this completely."Dr. Chen raised her hand. "I have concerns. This approach is very aggr

The three armed men blocked the stairwell. I counted footsteps below. At least four more coming up."Back window," I said to Rousseau. "Move."We ran toward the rear of the building. The window was broken but the drop was three stories. No fire escape."We're trapped," Rousseau said."No. We fight."She pulled her weapon. I did the same. We positioned behind concrete pillars. Good cover. Limited approaches.The men entered carefully. Professional. They knew we were armed."Hope Morrison," one called out. "Kristina Volkov wants to talk. Come peacefully. No one needs to die.""Where's Camille?" I shouted back."Alive. For now. You cooperate, she stays alive. You fight, she dies. Then you die. Simple choice.""I want proof she's alive. Video call. Now."Silence. Then my phone buzzed. Video call from unknown number. I answered.Camille appeared on screen. She was tied to a chair in a dark room. Bruised but conscious."Hope, don't—" she started. Then someone hit her. The screen went dark.