บททั้งหมดของ WEBS OF FORBIDDEN ENTANGLEMENT: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Raymond had always trusted his instincts.They had guided him through dangerous missions, through life-and-death decisions, and through moments when hesitation meant failure. But lately, those instincts had been whispering something he didn’t want to hear.Something about Mark.Something about Tricia.He tried to dismiss it at first. After all, Mark Coleman had been his closest friend for years. They had fought side by side, trusted each other with their lives. And Tricia… she had come into his life quietly but had quickly become someone he cared deeply about.Still, something had changed.Raymond noticed it in the way conversations stopped when he entered a room.In the awkward pauses when the three of them were together.In the way Tricia sometimes avoided looking directly at him whenever Mark was around.At first, he told himself he was imagining things.Until one evening his cousin stopped by.They sat outside Raymond’s house, the evening air cool and still. His cousin hesitated b

The evening was unusually quiet.Inside his house, Raymond moved calmly between the living room and the small study near the window, gathering a few things for the short trip he had planned. A travel bag sat half-packed on the couch, clothes neatly folded, a map tucked into one side pocket.The getaway was meant to be simple. Two days away from the city. Just enough time to talk honestly with Tricia.Raymond paused for a moment and pulled the envelope from his jacket pocket. Her name was written clearly across the front. He looked at it for several seconds.Inside was the letter he had written earlier… his quiet decision, his acceptance, his blessing.He slipped the envelope back into his jacket.“Tomorrow,” he murmured to himself.Tomorrow he would tell her everything.The house felt peaceful. Too peaceful.Outside, the streetlights flickered on one by one as evening deepened. A car drove past slowly, its headlights briefly lighting the windows before fading away again.Raymond walke

For a moment after the gunshot, the entire warehouse fell into a stunned silence. The echo of the blast seemed to hang in the air. Then came the sound that shattered everything.The soft, broken gasp of Tricia collapsing.Her chair tipped slightly as her body slumped forward, the ropes holding her upright as her strength faded. Blood spread slowly across the front of her dress, dark and terrible under the flickering light.Across from her, Raymond stared in disbelief.“Tricia…”His voice was barely more than a whisper.Then it rose.“TRICIA!”The shout exploded from him, raw and desperate.The men around him shifted uneasily. Even Sean looked momentarily surprised.“I told you idiots to be careful!” Sean barked at the man holding the gun.The man stammered nervously. “She moved… I didn’t mean…”Sean waved him off in irritation.But Raymond was no longer listening. His world had narrowed to one thing.Tricia.Her head hung forward now, her breathing shallow. Something inside Raymond sn

The wail of sirens grew louder as they approached the abandoned warehouse.Inside, the flickering light still swung above the aftermath of violence.Mark Carter stood frozen in the middle of the room, the letter still trembling in his hand. Around him lay the wreckage of what had happened. Several men sprawled across the concrete floor, motionless.Not far away, Tricia remained tied to the chair, her body lifeless beneath the dim light. And beside Mark, lying on the cold ground, was Raymond.His chest no longer rose.The quiet inside the warehouse felt suffocating.Mark stared down at Raymond, the weight of the letter crushing his chest. Raymond had known. He had known about the secret meetings. Known about the feelings between Mark and Tricia.And instead of fighting them… instead of confronting them…He had chosen to step aside. Chosen to give them his blessing.Mark felt something inside him collapse.“This… wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered to the empty room.But the words

Morning arrived quietly over the city. But inside the hospital, the night’s tragedy still lingered in the air.The intensive care unit was silent except for the steady rhythm of machines. Soft beeping filled the room where Raymond lay motionless on the hospital bed. A ventilator breathed for him.Bandages covered his torso where surgeons had fought through the night to save his life. Tubes and monitors surrounded him, recording every fragile heartbeat.His face was pale. Still. Unmoving.To anyone looking through the glass window of the ICU, he appeared almost peaceful. But the truth was far more uncertain.Across the corridor, another hospital room remained dimly lit. Tricia lay unconscious beneath white sheets. Her chest was tightly bandaged, and an IV line fed slowly into her arm. The doctors had successfully removed the bullet. But her body remained weak from blood loss and shock.A nurse quietly checked the monitor beside her bed.“Stable,” she whispered to the doctor standing ne