All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Claimed By The Ruthless Don : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ramirez's shoulders visibly relaxed the moment Raina mentioned feeling dizzy. A small breath left him, one he probably thought no one noticed, but Raina caught it clearly from where she sat."Of course," he said quickly, already reaching for the door handle. "Let me check on you right away. Better safe than sorry, especially in your condition."Carlos opened the door from inside, and Ramirez climbed in, settling onto the small pull-down seat across from Raina. He set his medical bag on his lap and unzipped it with practiced hands, pulling out a small blood pressure device."Let's check your pulse first," he said, wrapping the cuff gently around her wrist and pressing a button. The small screen lit up as it began to tighten.Raina sat still, watching his face carefully while he focused on the numbers. There was a tightness around his eyes that hadn't been there back at the villa, a stiffness in his shoulders that no amount of warm smiling could fully hide."Any nausea? Headache? Blurre

Raina's glare hardened the second the words left Ramirez's mouth. Every part of her wanted to reach across and strangle him right there through the open window.Carlos's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Watch yourself, Ramirez. I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head right here on this road, and I won't lose a second of sleep over it."Instead of flinching, Ramirez let out an excited laugh, his eyes practically sparkling with a kind of twisted delight, like Carlos's threat was the most entertaining thing he'd heard all week. He even took a small step closer to the window, almost daring Carlos to make good on his words."Oh, I believe you," Ramirez said, still grinning. "You look like the type who's killed men for a lot less than this." Then, slowly, he lifted a finger and pointed it directly at Maxton, who lay unconscious against the seat, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside the car. "But tell me, Carlos, do you still want to save him? Because if you kill

Raina stared at the note in Carlos's hand for a long moment, her mind spinning with a hundred questions all at once. Who was Roger, really? Had he always existed inside Maxton? Why had she never known about this, in all the years they'd been together, all the nights they'd spent talking about everything under the sun? But she decided to keep the questions away for now, tucking them into the same place she kept all the fear building up in her chest. Now wasn't the time and she could ask later, once they were safe and Maxton was himself again.She looked down at his face, still resting against her lap, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. Whatever had happened to him just now, whoever Roger was, he seemed calm. Frighteningly calm, in a way that unsettled her more than his weakness ever had.Carlos folded the note quickly and tucked it into his pocket, his eyes meeting Pascal's briefly in the rearview mirror. Neither of them said a word, but the silent understanding passed bet

The moment the door clicked shut behind Raina, something in Maxton's posture shifted. The straight-backed confidence he'd carried through the entrance hall wavered, and his knees buckled slightly beneath him."Carlos," he said, his voice tight with pain, "help me to a chair. Now."Carlos rushed forward immediately, sliding an arm under Maxton's shoulder and guiding him toward a worn armchair sitting near the far wall of the entrance hall. Maxton gritted his teeth the entire way, sweat beading along his hairline, his breathing shallow and controlled, like he was fighting to keep every groan locked behind his lips.He had held himself together in front of Ramirez, in front of Raina, standing tall and cold and unshakable. But that strength had cost him. Every second of standing straight, of walking without support, had been agony wrapped in willpower alone. He refused to let Raina see it. She was pregnant, already carrying enough fear and stress for two people. He wouldn't add to that we

Ramirez slumped against the ropes binding him to the chair, his body trembling weakly, blood soaking through what remained of his shirt. His breathing came in short, ragged gasps, each one shallower than the last. His eyes, swollen nearly shut from the earlier beating, struggled to stay open, flickering between consciousness and something close to shock.Across from him, Maxton stood with his sleeves rolled up, his hands and forearms streaked with blood that wasn't his own. Strangely, none of it seemed to bother him. If anything, there was a faint light in his eyes, something almost satisfied, like a man who had finally found an outlet for years of buried rage that had never had anywhere else to go.The door opened, and Carlos stepped inside, holding two small glass vials carefully in one hand, his expression grim."We found the safe," Carlos said, walking over, his boots echoing against the concrete floor. "Exactly where he told us. Two vials inside, just like he said, buried under a