All Chapters of Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 182The smoke inside the compound did not drift; it crawled. It swallowed the blood-red emergency lighting, turning the grand corridors into a choked, subterranean labyrinth. Gunfire erupted from the eastern wing, a frantic, deafening rhythm of tactical rifles and the heavier, slower thuds of Volkov’s incoming vanguard."Move! Now!" Nikolai shoved Evelyn toward the secondary threshold, his weapon raised, his eyes scanning the swirling haze.Jasper followed without a single tremor in his stride, his hand resting casually on the lapel of his tailored suit as if he were walking into a boardroom rather than a slaughterhouse. "The central nursery, Evelyn. Just like we rehearsed. Do not look back.""I'm not looking back," Evelyn said, her voice sounding low and raspy through the smoke. She gripped her sidearm, her knuckles white, her boots clicking sharply against the marble before the sound was swallowed by another massive explosion from the lower courtyard."They breached the el

Chapter 184The tension in the basement was a physical weight, thick and suffocating under the sparse, bleeding red lights. My gun hand was still raised, the iron sights blurring slightly as a drop of sweat stung my eye. I took a slow step backward toward the heavy metal door that led out of the interrogation block, my mind entirely fixated on the sub-level vault. I needed answers. I needed them now."Evelyn, don't do this," Nikolai warned, his tactical rifle still tracking my chest, though his voice lacked its usual mechanical detachment. "You're walking into a trap he has as a last resort. Lower the weapon.""Out of my way, Nikolai," I spat, my voice raw. "I'm going to the vault. If Jasper won't look me in the eye and tell me what was in those shrouds, I'll find out myself."Nikolai didn't budge. He stepped into my path, his massive frame blocking the exit, his jaw set in a rigid, unyielding line. "I can't let you do that. You're losing your mind over the desperate ramblings of a dy

Chapter 186The resounding, industrial crunch of the deadbolts locking into place echoed through the subterranean chamber like a final judgment. For a long, agonizing minute, the world narrowed down to the rhythmic, mechanical hum of the ventilation system and the thick, suffocating smell of damp concrete. I stood completely immobilized, my boots rooted to the freezing floor, my gun hand trembling before it slowly dropped to my side. A few feet away, the heavy steel vault doors remained a solid, unyielding barrier. But the expected sound of Nikolai’s retreating footsteps never came. Instead, the small auxiliary security hatch within the door groaned, the mechanical seals breaking as it swung inward just enough for a single man to step back through.Nikolai stood there. His tactical rifle was no longer leveled at my chest; it hung loosely against his tactical vest, the barrel pointed safely toward the ground. He looked at me through the crimson gloom, the terrifying, mechanical mask

Chapter 188Evelyn's POV The world rushed back in a violent, agonizing spike of adrenaline.My eyes flew open, a sharp, ragged gasp ripping from my lungs as my chest heaved against the sudden, crushing weight of physical existence. Every nerve ending in my body screamed in unison, a chorus of white-hot agony centered squarely in my right upper arm. The pain was an anchor, dragging me up from the suffocating, gray depths of unconsciousness back into reality.But the reality didn't make sense.The suffocating gray mist of the ancient forest was gone. The freezing mud, the smell of damp pine, the deafening roar of high-caliber gunfire, all vanished. Instead, my blurred vision strained against the soft, ambient glow of a warm, unfamiliar room."Steady, steady now. Don't try to move just yet, dear. You're safe," a gentle, unfamiliar woman's voice murmured from somewhere above me.I blinked rapidly, trying to force the heavy, static film from my eyes. I was lying in a clean, modest bed wi

Chapter 190The gravel path leading away from the O’Hara beach house was sharp, cutting into the soles of my bare feet with every frantic stride I took. The biting sea wind howled against my ears, whipping strands of dark hair across my vision as tears of pure, unadulterated rage blurred the gray horizon. My right upper arm throbbed with a white-hot, agonizing heat, the fresh stitches pulling violently against Cillian’s tight bandaging. I didn't care. If the thread ripped, let it rip. If I bled out into the damp, freezing sand, let me bleed. Anything was better than staying in that suffocating wooden cage, being stared at like an expensive piece of trash wrapped in a blank slate. "Hey! Wait! Stop running, goddammit!"Declan’s voice cut through the deafening roar of the gale, followed by the heavy, rapid thud of his boots chasing after me. I didn't slow down. I pushed my legs faster, my thin cardigan billowing behind me like a broken wing. But he was taller, unbothered by the cold,