All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 141 - Chapter 146

EDEN There's so much blood. It's everywhere on Jeremy's shirt, on Hayden's arms, and on the floor of the living room where they laid him down. The metallic scent fills the air, making my stomach tighten.Jeremy is barely conscious. His eyes are half-lidded, his skin deathly pale under the smears of blood. The scar across his stomach has split open. The towels someone had pressed against it are soaked through.His whole body trembles as if he's freezing, even though the room is warm."Stay with me, Jer," Hayden mutters as he presses down harder on the wound. His voice is tense with panic. "Don't you dare close your eyes."I stand frozen a few feet away, my hands covering my mouth. I've never seen this much blood before. Not in real life.Two of the private doctors we keep on retainer, Dr Henry and Dr Grant, are already on their knees beside Jeremy, cutting away what's left of his shirt with quick movements. Another doctor, a woman I've only seen once before, is setting up an IV

HAYDEN The parking garage is quiet when we arrive.I walk behind Jeremy's wheelchair, one hand on the handle. He's slouched in the seat, looking drained. A few feet behind us, two of my men push the second wheelchair—the one carrying a dummy.I dislike the idea of putting Jeremy in the line of fire like this. Even with the plan in place, even knowing that my men are positioned everywhere, a part of me still wants to turn back and take him home. But we need them to believe that we are playing by their rules.We need them to be arrogant.I had spent the last few hours negotiating with them to move the exchange to midnight, letting them believe they were the ones in control.Jeremy shifts slightly in the wheelchair. A small shiver runs through him, and I notice the way his fingers curl tighter around the blanket in his lap.Without saying anything, I reach down and pull the fabric higher, tucking it more securely around his chest and shoulders.Jeremy glances up at me as we roll

TW: Mentions of violence and mild assault.HAYDEN The back of the police cruiser smells wrong. It's too clean. Like it's brand new. The two officers in the front haven't said a single word to each other since they put me in here. Not even a glance in the rearview mirror.Something is off.I shift in the seat, testing the cuffs behind my back. The metal bites into my wrists. I keep my expression neutral, but my pulse is starting to climb.The officer in the passenger seat turns slightly, like he's adjusting his seatbelt. His eyes meet mine in the mirror for a second too long. That's when I know.These aren't cops.I lunge forward just as the driver slams on the brakes. The car jerks hard. Before I can get my balance, the passenger twists around and shoves something over my face.The sharp, chemical sweetness of chloroform suffocates me.I thrash hard, slamming my shoulder into the door, kicking out with both legs. My feet connect hard with the back of the driver's seat. The man gr