Todos os capítulos de Chasing the Wife He couldn't Love: Ex-Husband's Regret: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The jet jumped into the sky like a shot bird. I stared at the man in the shadows. Half of his face was a map of red burns and silver metal. It was Silas. He looked more like a ghost than a person, but his grip on my arm was as strong as a steel trap. The detonator in his teeth glinted under the cabin lights."Silas?" I whispered. I felt a cold chill run down my back. "You’re alive? But the house... the explosion..."Silas pulled the detonator from his mouth and spit a mouthful of blood onto the expensive carpet. "Elias was a fool. He thought fire could kill a king. But Beatrice... She's the one who really wants us dead, Hazel. This jet isn't taking you to her city. It’s taking you to a grave in the ocean.""She said Elle needs the syringe!" I shouted over the roar of the engines. I pointed at the black needle in my boot. "She said my daughter will die in twenty-four hours!"Silas laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "She lied. She always lies. That syringe isn't life support. It’s a tracki

The white metallic tentacle squeezed our small boat until the fiberglass cracked. We were being dragged backward, away from the open sea and straight into the dark shadow of the yacht. Above us, the fleet of ships with the silver eye symbol moved closer. They looked like giant, floating predators."Hazel, the virus!" Jane shouted, her voice weak. She was clutching Elle, trying to shield the baby from the freezing spray of the ocean. "Use your strength! You have to cut us loose!"I felt the golden fire burning in my veins. It wasn't just energy; it was a hungry, angry power. My skin felt tight, and my vision was so sharp I could see the tiny gears moving inside the metal tentacle. I didn't feel like a writer anymore. I felt like a weapon."Hold on!" I screamed.I stood up

The red laser dot on Bryan’s forehead was a death sentence. Time seemed to stop. I could see the Doctor’s finger squeezing the trigger. I could see the hate in his eyes. He didn't care about the world anymore. He just wanted to hurt me."Bryan!" I screamed.I didn't think about the pain. I didn't think about the golden fire eating my insides. I lunged forward, throwing my body over Bryan.Crack!The bullet didn't hit my head. It hit my shoulder. It felt like a hot iron rod was being driven through my skin. I gasped, falling back into the boat. The gold light in my veins flared up, turning the blood coming from the wound into a shimmering, glowing liquid."Hazel!" Bryan caught me, his eyes wide with horror. "Why di

The fall was like dropping into a deep, cold well. The earth had swallowed me whole after the red pulse hit the ground. I hit a soft pile of sand at the bottom and rolled, shielding Elle with my arms. Above me, the hole snapped shut, leaving us in total darkness."Bryan! Jane!" I screamed. My voice just bounced off the stone walls. There was no answer. I was alone in the dark, and the man with the silver cane was still up there with my sister and the man I loved.I felt the silver scale on my shoulder pulse. It was glowing again, giving off a dim, ghostly light. I could see the tunnel now. It was old, built of damp bricks and rusting pipes. It smelled like ancient dust and iron.I have to get back to them, I thought. I have to kill that man before he touches my baby.I s

The alleyway felt like it was shrinking. The massive silver figure stood at the entrance, blocking our only way out. It was seven feet of pure, polished metal. The glowing gold slit where its eyes should be stayed fixed on Elle. Every time it breathed, a cloud of cold steam hissed from the joints in its neck."Give me the child," the monster said. Its voice didn't sound like a human. It sounded like a recording of a thousand dying machines."Never!" I yelled. I gripped the laser scalpel I had taken from the lab. My hand was shaking, but the anger in my chest was hot enough to melt ice. "You tell Jane she can’t have her! Tell her she’s losing her mind if she thinks I’ll let a machine touch my daughter!"The First Guard didn't argue. It simply stepped forward, its heavy silver boots cracking the pave