Todos los capítulos de The Runaway Wife He Claimed: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Grey's POV “Grim found Regenade's daughter?” Kayden asked, his expression serious.“He's not sure yet.” I rubbed at my jaw, my mind already spinning like a storm gathering strength. “But he says Viper thinks she looks like him.”Kayden leaned back, his brows pulling together.“Shit.” He let out a slow breath, his eyes drifting for a second as he tried to put the pieces together. “If she's really Regenade's daughter, we've got to find her before Viper does.”His gaze snapped back to mine.“You know how much that bastard hated Regenade. If he gets to her first...” He shook his head. “He might kill her too.”Silence settled over the room. I gave a slow nod. I already knew that.Viper hadn't stopped with Regenade. The asshole had wiped out nearly everyone who'd ever stood beside him. Men I'd grown up around. Men who'd looked out for me when I was just some angry kid with nowhere to belong.Kayden knew exactly who Regenade was too. We'd both known the old man since we were kids.After my

Amelia's POV “Aunt Kara.”“Aunt Kara?” I repeated, the name settling in my chest like a stone. I still remembered Aunt Kara.She was the one who took us in after our father disappeared without a trace. Back then, we were all living in New York, trying to figure out how the hell life could fall apart overnight.I swallowed. She was probably angry with me and she had every right to be. The last time we spoke was over a year ago. It wasn't because I'd forgotten about her. I could never do that.But I just got so caught up trying to survive Matthew... trying to make it through one miserable day after another... that somewhere along the way, I stopped calling and texting and each time she did, I always told her I'd return the call but I never really did.The guilt crashed into me like a wave, so heavy it squeezed the air right out of my lungs.I didn't know if I'd ever forgive myself for letting it get that bad.Giselle must've noticed I was engrossed in my thoughts because she walked ove

Amelia's POVWe'd almost forgotten we didn't have masks for the party until we drove past a clothing store.I turned to Giselle. “We don't have masks.”Her mouth fell open.“Oh, shit.” The look on her face told me she'd forgotten too.We burst out laughing before she quickly pulled the car over.The stop didn't take long. As soon as we stepped inside, my eyes landed on a silver mask exactly like the one Gigi had given me at the club. I picked it up without thinking.Giselle grabbed the gold one beside it.She held them both up with a grin. “Damn. We're going to look like fire and ice.”“Guess we are.” I replied.By the time we got back to the apartment, Giselle was practically dragging me inside.“The party starts at nine,” she said, glancing at her phone. “It's already eight forty-five. Move your ass.”I couldn't help laughing. Working all the time had turned her into the most punctual person I'd ever met. If she said we were leaving at a certain time, then we were leaving at that ex

Amelia's POVThe second Kayden started walking toward us, my heart shot straight into my throat.Before Giselle could even ask what the hell I was doing, I snatched the drink out of her hand and knocked it back in one gulp. The alcohol burned all the way down my throat, but I barely felt it.I forced myself to nod along while Jeffrey spoke.Honestly?I didn't hear a damn word he said.My palms had gone sweaty around the empty glass as panic crept in, and I kept shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying like hell not to sprint for the nearest exit.God, I wanted the floor to crack open and swallow me whole.I couldn't stop thinking about the way Grey and Kayden had looked at me earlier. It was still crawling under my skin.Grey especially. The man didn't miss a fucking thing.Every nervous glance I'd stolen. Every awkward little fidget. Every fake smile I'd plastered onto my face.He'd seen all of it.Maybe he didn't know what was wrong, but he knew something was.I could s

Amelia's POV He’d already connected the dots on his own.Giselle had called me Amelia, and he’d assumed I was Amy. Somewhere along the way, he’d put the two names together.God, I was such an idiot.Back at the club, I should’ve given him a proper fake name. Any damn name except my real one. But I’d been too nervous to think straight. The second he started talking to me, my brain had basically packed up and left.And the worst part?I couldn’t even explain why the hell he got under my skin so easily.He was just a man.Just another person.So why did being this close to him make me feel like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to disappear beneath my feet?Maybe it was because he’d always been my role model in tech. Or maybe it was because he was the man I once had a one night stand with and was now lying to.Either way, I needed to get the hell out of his grip before he figured out anything else.“I’m not Amy,” I said, lifting my chin and making myself meet