All Chapters of He Divorced Me… But I Was Never His To Lose(regret & desire): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IF WE CRASH, RUN!The crack spreading across the armored glass beside me sent pure fear crashing through my chest because, until that moment, some small part of me still believed the vehicle surrounding us made us safe.Now I realized nothing was safe anymore.Another violent impact slammed into the SUV from behind, hard enough to jerk all of us forward again while the driver fought to keep control of the vehicle. The tunnel lights streaked past outside in blurred flashes as the engine roared louder beneath us, speed becoming the only thing keeping the men behind from overtaking us completely.“They are getting closer.”The guard in the front seat checked behind us again before gripping his weapon tighter.Damian remained frighteningly calm beside me despite the blood staining fresh bandages near his shoulder. One hand still held the gun while the other braced subtly against the seat, but I could see the strain beneath his expression now no matter how much he tried hiding it.“You sho

THEY WANT THE HART HEIR ALIVEThe moment the SUV doors slammed shut behind us, Lucien accelerated hard enough to throw all of us backward against the seats while more shouting echoed through the tunnel behind. The tires screeched sharply against the concrete floor as we sped away from the overturned vehicle and the men still chasing us through the underground routes beneath Manhattan.My pulse refused to slow down.Everything hurt.My shoulder burned from the shattered glass, my throat stung from smoke inhalation, and my entire body still shook violently from the adrenaline crashing through me in waves.Beside me, Damian leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed briefly, one hand pressed hard against his side again while blood continued staining through both the old bandages and the newer wound near his shoulder.He looked dangerously pale now.Far too pale.“You need a hospital.”The words left my mouth instantly.His eyes opened slowly.“No hospitals.”“Are you planning to b

THERE IS A TRAITOR IN THE ROOMThe warehouse seemed to go completely silent after the guard spoke.Rain still hammered against the metal roof above us, security monitors still flickered across the walls, people still moved through the compound, but suddenly every sound felt distant compared to the sentence echoing inside my head.Someone inside this warehouse was feeding them information.Fear crept slowly through my chest again, colder this time because it felt more personal now. We had already survived explosions, gunfire, betrayal inside Damian’s company, betrayal inside the Hart family, and now even the place we escaped to was compromised.There was nowhere safe.Lucien’s expression hardened instantly.“Who knows this location?”“Only internal personnel.”The guard answered carefully.“And the convoy team from earlier.”Lucien looked toward the security monitors for several long seconds before speaking again.“Lock every exit.”The atmosphere changed immediately.Steel doors slamm

THEY WANT DAMIAN ALIVEThe warehouse fell silent again.Not the tense silence from before.This one felt colder.Sharper.More dangerous.“They are here for you.”Every pair of eyes shifted toward Damian immediately while security alarms continued flashing red across the monitors. Outside, rain poured heavily over the compound, coating the black SUVs surrounding the warehouse in silver reflections beneath the floodlights.Fifteen vehicles.Maybe more.Far too many.Beside me, Damian’s expression barely changed after hearing the news.That somehow frightened me more than panic would have.Lucien stared at the security screens carefully.“How many confirmed?”“At least forty men.”One of the guards zoomed in on the footage.“Heavy weapons.”My stomach twisted violently.This was not intimidation anymore.This looked military.“They changed targets.”I looked toward Damian instinctively.“Why?”Before he could answer, Lucien did.“Because controlling the heir is easier with the father al

YOUR MOTHER BETRAYED YOUFor a second, nobody moved.The warehouse corridor became deathly silent except for the distant echo of gunfire somewhere above us and the soft metallic hum of the security systems surrounding the underground passage.Evelyn Hart stood beneath the dim emergency lights looking perfectly composed despite the chaos unfolding around her. Her black coat remained untouched by rain, her diamond earrings catching the faint red lighting while armed men spread out quietly behind her in disciplined formation.The sight alone made my blood run cold.Because this no longer looked like suspicion.It looked like confirmation.Beside me, Damian went completely still.Not shocked.Not confused.Still.The kind of stillness that came before something dangerous.“Move away from her.”His voice sounded colder than I had ever heard it before.Evelyn’s gaze shifted briefly toward me before returning calmly to her son.“You are injured.”The lack of emotion in her tone made the situ