All Chapters of His Mate, My Spy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

By the time Emily returned to Damien’s estate, the night had settled fully over the quiet outskirts of the city. The taxi rolled slowly through the tall iron gates after the security guard confirmed her identity, and the peacefulness of the estate felt strangely unreal after the chaos she had witnessed less than an hour earlier. Soft garden lights lined the long driveway, casting gentle halos over trimmed hedges and stone pathways, while the quiet trickle of water from the fountain near the entrance carried through the still air like a calm heartbeat.Emily paid the driver in cash before stepping out.She had deliberately used cash.Old habits that had long ago become instinct.The taxi drove away, its tail lights disappearing down the curved driveway until she was left standing alone in front of the mansion. The house was mostly dark, except for a few warm lights glowing through the lower windows. It looked calm, untouched by the violence that had unfolded across the city.For a mome

Emily woke slowly the next morning, though waking did not bring the usual sense of rest that sleep was supposed to provide. Her body felt heavy, her mind foggy, as if she had been running all night instead of lying in bed. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains told her that several hours had passed, but the exhaustion behind her eyes suggested that sleep had never really come.The nightmare had followed her through the entire night.Every time she drifted off, the dream returned.The village.The smoke.The sound of gunfire.The little girl holding the rag doll.And the name.Anna.Emily sat up slowly on the bed and pressed her fingers against her temples. The images from the dream still clung to her mind with unsettling clarity. What disturbed her most was not just the dream itself, but the way it kept changing. For as long as she could remember, the nightmare had always been the same. It was one of those strange memories that had existed in her mind for years without

The message arrived at a time when nothing unusual was happening.Emily sat at her desk sorting through documents that had come in throughout the morning. The work was quiet and repetitive, the kind of routine office tasks expected from a personal assistant. Phones rang occasionally down the hallway, keyboards clicked softly around her, and conversations drifted from nearby offices. Everything felt normal, steady, predictable.Which was exactly why the vibration of her phone immediately caught her attention.Emily glanced down at the screen.A message from Knox.Her expression tightened slightly as she opened it.The message contained only a location pin and a single word.NOW.Emily stared at the message for a moment.Meeting Knox in the middle of the day was unusual. More than unusual, it was dangerous. Knox knew very well that pulling her away from Damien’s office without warning could easily raise suspicion.Her fingers hovered over the phone for a moment before she slowly stood f

The drive back from the restaurant was quiet.It was not the uncomfortable kind of silence that filled a room when people had nothing to say. This silence felt different - soft, almost thoughtful. The city lights moved past the windows of the car in long golden streaks while Damien drove through the calm evening traffic.Emily sat beside him with her hands resting lightly on her lap.Neither of them spoke for several minutes.Yet every now and then she felt Damien glance at her from the corner of his eye. When she looked up, their gazes would meet for a brief moment before both of them looked away again, almost as if neither wanted to acknowledge what was quietly growing between them.Emily turned her attention toward the window, watching the city pass by.She had never experienced something like this before.Most of her life had been spent around criminals. People whose actions were dark and obvious. Men who trafficked women, who sold drugs to children, who ruined lives without remor

Emily and Elena were halfway down the hallway toward the kitchen when Emily suddenly stopped walking.Elena noticed immediately and turned to look at her.“What is it?” she asked quietly.Emily didn’t answer right away.Her head had tilted slightly to one side, her eyes narrowing as she focused on something far beyond the walls around them.Voices.She could hear voices from the lower floor.The agency building was mostly quiet at this hour. Most of the agents and staff had already gone home, and only a handful of night personnel usually remained inside. Conversations at this time of night were rare enough to catch her attention.Emily raised one hand slightly, asking Elena for silence.Then she focused her hearing.Her enhanced senses stretched outward through the building like invisible threads, slipping through the stairwell and down toward the operational floor below.At first the sounds were faint.But slowly they became clearer.One of the voices belonged to Knox.Emily recogniz