All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Devin's POV The words crashed through the room like a physical force, and for a single suspended moment, nobody moved. Dr. Grant stood with her hands still raised in that calming gesture, her face composed but her eyes betraying the gravity of what she had just revealed. Priya was pressed into the corner with her chest heaving and her fingers splayed against the wall as if she were trying to push herself through it. And Eve stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame and the other pressed protectively against the swell of her belly. I moved before conscious thought caught up with instinct, positioning myself between Eve and the woman who had just been revealed as her programmed assassin. The motion was automatic, a physical manifestation of a promise I had made so many times it had become part of my cellular structure. No one gets to her. No one. "Priya." Eve's voice was remarkably steady. She had not flinched at the revelation, had not retreated or gasped or done any of the

Eve's POV The drive to Solomon's facility took two hours through the gray winter landscape, the bare trees and frozen fields sliding past the windows in a blur I barely registered. Priya sat beside me in the back seat, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the glass. She had been quiet since we left the apartment, her earlier determination settled into something quieter and harder. I recognized that look. It was the look of someone preparing to face the source of their trauma. Devin sat in the front passenger seat, his phone pressed to his ear as he coordinated with Solomon's team. The facility was on high alert. Kessler had been moved to a more secure cell after his confession about the sleeper agents, and additional guards had been posted throughout the building. No one was taking any chances with the man who held the key to Croft's entire network. "Dr. Grant wants to be present for the interrogation," Devin said, ending his call and turning

Eve’s POVThe lights did not flicker back on. The darkness that swallowed the corridor was absolute, a thick black stillness that pressed against my eyes and filled my ears with the sound of my own heartbeat. Somewhere in the distance, an alarm began to wail, a shrill and pulsing cry that echoed through the concrete walls like a living thing."Don't move." Solomon's voice cut through the darkness, calm and authoritative despite the chaos. "The backup generators will engage in thirty seconds. Everyone stay exactly where you are."I reached out in the darkness and found Devin's hand. His fingers closed around mine, solid and warm and steady. I could not see his face, but I could feel the tension in his grip, the coiled readiness of a man who had spent months learning to expect the worst."She is here," I whispered. "Marguerite. She followed us.""We don't know that yet. The breach could be anything.""Who else would break into a heavily guarded facility in the middle of nowhere? She kno

Eve’s POV She stood in front of the lead vehicle, calm and composed and utterly unafraid, as if she had not just triggered explosions and activated a conditioned assassin and revealed herself as the architect of a conspiracy that had spanned decades. Her dark tactical clothing was smudged with dust from the blasts, but her posture was as straight and dignified as it had ever been in the courtroom. Her silver hair was still pulled back in its severe braid. Her eyes were still cold and sharp and utterly without mercy. "Eve," she said. "I was hoping you would make it out. It would have been such a waste if you died down there in the darkness without hearing what I have to say." "There is nothing you can say that I want to hear." "Oh, I think there is. You want to know about the counter-phrases. You want to know how to deactivate the network before the remaining operatives become weapons. You want to know how to save all those

Eve's POVDespite the hustle and bustle of our predicament, the twins had been growing inside me for seven months and they had become restless.I woke every morning to the sensation of tiny feet pressing against my ribs and small fists drumming against my belly as if they were already impatient to break free. The doctor said it was a good sign, that active babies were healthy babies, but she had never tried to sit through a board meeting while two unborn children used her internal organs as punching bags. Priya had taken to calling them the little boxers, and Devin had started talking to them every night before bed, his voice low and steady as he told them stories about how he and their mother had met in a library when they were barely more than children themselves.The antenatal appointment had been on the calendar for weeks, a bright spot of normalcy in the chaos of hunting sleepers and tracing Marguerite's network. Dr. Rivera wanted to do another full workup now that I was entering