Semua Bab FORGIVE OR FURY: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The next morning dawned bright and hopeful over the hillside safe house. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Cecilia woke to the gentle weight of Ethan’s arm around her waist and the faint sound of Hope giggling in the hallway. The passionate night in the car and the tender homecoming had left her feeling renewed stronger, more grounded. The hickey on her neck was a secret reminder of their love, carefully covered with a light scarf before she dressed.Today was a big step: Hope’s first day back at her old private school. Cecilia had insisted on taking her herself, a declaration of normalcy and courage. “I won’t let Adrian or Isabel steal our everyday moments,” she had told Ethan over breakfast. He had nodded, though his protective instincts made him assign discreet security to follow at a distance.The school grounds were bustling with children in crisp uniforms, parents chatting, and the cheerful chaos of morning drop-off. The air smelled of fresh

Security guards from the school rushed forward. One of them helped Cecilia to her feet while another chased after the fleeing driver. Sirens wailed in the distance  someone had already called the police.Cecilia held Hope tightly, her heart pounding. She was bleeding from a cut on her forehead where a piece of flying debris had struck her, but she barely felt it. Her only concern was her daughter.“Are you okay, baby? Does anything hurt?”Hope shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I’m scared, Mommy. The car… it was coming at us.”“I know. But we’re okay. We’re safe now.”Parents surrounded them, offering help and shocked exclamations. “It came out of nowhere!” “The driver just ran!” “Thank God you moved in time!”Cecilia looked toward the wrecked car, her mind racing. This was no accident. The timing was too perfect. The way the car had

The safe house living room was bathed in soft morning light, but the warmth of the sun did nothing to ease the heaviness that hung in the air. Cecilia sat on the sofa, a fresh bandage pressed against her forehead, her arm still sore from shielding Hope. Ethan stood beside her, one hand resting protectively on her shoulder. In the corner, Hope played quietly with her toys, her small face glancing up every so often, eyes wide with worry. Grandpa June sat in his usual armchair, his knuckles gripping the wood so tightly it creaked under the pressure.He had just been told everything.Grandpa June’s face darkened as the story unfolded the black sedan accelerating toward them at the school exit, the screeching tires, Cecilia throwing herself over Hope, the crash into the fountain, and the driver fleeing on a motorcycle. His jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with a quiet, dangerous anger the kind that could only come from someone who had lived through decades of hardship and betrayal.“So

Adrian Blackwood stood motionless in the center of his dimly lit study, the shattered remains of the whiskey glass still scattered across the floor like shards of his fracturing empire. The urgent report from his assistant hung in the air like smoke after an explosion. Northridge Development Project the crown jewel they had fought for over two years was gone. Signed over to Ethan Bright’s company in a swift, humiliating move. Three more major partners had followed within hours, citing “reputational risks” and “ethical alignment.” Stock prices for Blackwood Industries had plunged another 22% in after-hours trading. Billions evaporated in a single afternoon.Adrian’s chest heaved with barely contained rage. His broken nose throbbed under the bandage, his split lip stung, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno consuming him from within. He had built this empire on blood, fear, and ruthless calculation. And now it was slipping through his fingers because of one woman an

Isabel’s grip on the phone tightened, her nails digging into the plastic. “Make it hurt. I want her bleeding. I want her screaming. Break her body so Adrian can see how fragile his precious Cece really is. But keep her alive. I want her to suffer every single day knowing she can never escape me.”Kane’s voice remained emotionless. “Understood. Executing in three minutes.”Isabel leaned closer to the screen, her eyes gleaming with pure malice. “Good. And if the child had been with her… well, accidents happen. But today is for Cecilia. Make it personal.”Back on the road, the convoy entered the narrow pass  a secluded stretch where the trees grew close and the road curved sharply. Cecilia stared out the window, lost in thought about the doctor’s visit and the latest legal updates. The restraining order was holding for now, but Adrian’s legal team was fighting it tooth and nail.Suddenly, the le