All Chapters of The Debt Collectors Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

POV: DAMIENThe red light pulsing from the monitor felt like a heartbeat. I leaned over the desk, my knuckles white as I braced myself against the wood. I ignored the ache in my chest, the one that had nothing to do with my wound and everything to do with the woman standing behind me. I had been less than a second away from kissing her, from letting the world burn just to feel her lips on mine. But the war didn't wait for love. It didn't care about a "distraction.""Marrow, give me a clean feed," I barked into my comms.Marrow’s voice crackled through, sounding hollow and distant. "The secondary site is active, Boss. We just intercepted a high-level transport order. Silas is moving Gideon. He’s taking him to the old shipyard at the edge of the district. But this isn't a quiet move. Our deep-cover source says Silas is staging a 'massacre.'"I squinted at the scrolling text. "A massacre? Explain.""He’s hiring a local street crew—disposable muscle, to 'attack' the convoy," Marrow expla

CHAPTER 102: The Ghost in the RearviewPOV: SERAMy feet hit the damp grass with a dull thud that felt loud enough to wake the dead. I stayed low, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for a spotlight to swing my way or a guard to shout.Nothing.The mansion was focused on the front gates. All eyes were on the heavy black SUVs idling in a line, their exhaust plumes rising like ghosts in the cold air. They were focused on Damien.I moved through the shadows of the garden, my oversized boots squelching in the mud. I felt ridiculous in his tactical vest, it was bulky and stiff—but the weight of it felt like a promise. I reached the perimeter fence near the service entrance, a spot I’d seen the delivery trucks use.I knew I couldn't get into the main convoy. Damien would spot me in a heartbeat. He had eyes like a hawk, and he knew every man in those cars. I needed another way.That’s when I saw it. The old, beat-up scout jeep parked near the equipment shed. It was used by the ground

POV: DamienEverything went quiet for one second. Then, the world exploded.I stepped into the middle of the road. I didn't hide. I wanted Silas to look at me. I wanted to be the target so he wouldn't look at the crane where Sera was hiding."He’s watching you, Boss," Marrow whispered over my earpiece. "His snipers are aimed at your chest. Just say the word.""Not yet," I said. "Let him think he's won.”In the middle of the yard, I saw the big armored truck. My heart sank. Inside the back window, I saw a man slumped over. It was Gideon. He looked badly beaten and half-conscious. He was trapped in a metal box, and I was the only one who could get him out.", wait!" Marrow’s voice suddenly turned into static. "Something is wrong. The men on the roof... they aren't looking at the yard. They're looking for me!"My blood ran cold. Silas hadn't just been watching me. He had been hunting my team."Marrow, run! Get out of there!" I yelled.But it was too late. A loud crack echoed through the

Third person pov:The interior of the helicopter was silent, except for the steady, rhythmic thrum of the blades cutting through the night air. The city below was a blur of flickering amber lights, but inside the cabin, the light was cold and clinical.Sera sat on the floor of the transport, her hands bound tightly in front of her with heavy plastic zip-ties. Her tactical vest was gone, stripped away by Silas’s men the moment they had snatched her from the catwalk. Her hair was a tangled mess, and a smudge of grease darkened her cheek, but her eyes were wide and burning. She wasn't crying. She was watching the man sitting across from her.Silas looked as though he had just stepped out of a boardroom rather than a staged massacre. His suit was perfectly pressed, his silver hair neatly combed. He held a crystal glass of amber liquid, swirling it slowly. He hadn't said a word since they had lifted off from the burning shipyard.He didn't look like a monster. He looked like a man who had

POV: SeraMy head felt like it was filled with lead. Every time I tried to open my eyes, the world tilted and spun. The last thing I remembered was the cold forest floor and the sting of a needle in my neck.When my vision finally cleared, the silk sheets and the mountain view were gone.I was in a basement. The walls were cold, damp concrete, and the only light came from a single bulb swinging slowly from the ceiling. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I couldn't. A sharp, metallic clink echoed through the room.I looked down. My wrists weren't in zip-ties anymore. They were locked in heavy iron shackles, bolted to a rusted pipe behind me. I was sitting on a cold wooden chair, my legs tied to the frame.The "privilege" was over."You look disappointed, Sera," a voice said from the shadows.Silas stepped into the light. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was holding a small, silver tray with a pitcher of water. He looked at me with a