Todos los capítulos de My Husband Married Me For Revenge : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Reid's POV"Not alone" was still hanging in the air when a second set of footsteps started up the stairs behind the first.Different weight. Different rhythm. At least two more men, moving unhurried, boots finding each stair like they already owned the house and had all night to claim it."Window," Audrey's mother said. "Now. There's a ledge, it runs to the shed roof. I built it myself. For exactly this.""We're two stories up.""Look at her hands," Audrey said. "She's not lying."I looked. They were shaking, but already working the latch fast and sure, the movements of someone who'd rehearsed this a hundred times in the dark, hoping the whole time she'd never need it."You're coming with us," Audrey said."I can't.""Mom.""If I go, he has no reason to keep talking. Right now he still thinks he needs me." The latch gave with a metallic groan. Cold air rushed the room, carrying wet grass and something sharper underneath it, gun oil maybe, or the memory of it. "If I vanish too, he stop

Reid pov "Say it again," I said. "Slower this time." "Ferris Landing." Daniels didn't slow down. "Unincorporated. Registered to a trust. No individual owner on file." "How long has the trust existed." "Eleven years." Audrey's hand shot to the console. "Who's the trustee," she said. "You're not going to like it." "Say it anyway." "Same firm that handled your father's estate, Reid. Same firm that liquidated Sterling Calloway's holdings after he died." Nobody spoke. The silence had teeth in it. "That's not a coincidence," Audrey said. "I stopped believing in those an hour ago," Daniels said. "Give me the address." "You're not writing this down." "I know." He read it once. I locked it into memory instead of paper, the way you memorize an exit route instead of a destination. "One more thing," Daniels said. "The trust made a single move in eleven years. Not money. A wire authorization. Three weeks ago. Opened access to a storage unit." "Three weeks," Audrey said. "Before a

Cam's POVThe scanner on the passenger seat crackled, and for the third time in ten minutes, I turned it down instead of off. I wasn't supposed to still have it. Wasn't supposed to still be listening to a police band feed off a man I'd paid to install a tap eleven months ago, back when eleven months ago still felt like the beginning of something instead of the middle. But old habits didn't die. They just went quiet and waited. "Storage unit," the voice on the feed said. Dispatch, relaying something secondhand, garbled at the edges. "Copy that, we have a possible 10-52 at the facility on Route 9" I didn't wait for the rest. I was already moving. Daniels' office had a light on that shouldn't have been on. I knew that because I was parked across the street from it, in a car registered to a man who didn't exist, watching the blinds for a shadow that hadn't crossed them in six minutes. Six minutes was too long for someone standing still and too short for someone gone. My phone buz

Reid's POVThe door came off its hinges instead of open, and that was the detail that told me these weren't Cam's men, weren't anyone answering to a schedule that included mercy."Down." I had Audrey behind the shelving before I'd finished the word, Cam already moving the other way, drawing whatever was coming toward himself instead of us, which was either the first honest thing he'd done all night or the last performance of a man who'd spent ten years learning exactly how to look brave in front of people he'd wronged.Three of them came through the gap. Flashlights first, then the shapes behind them, and I recognized the economy of it immediately, the same unhurried certainty that had been sitting behind us on the access road with its lights on, patient, because patient men don't need to rush toward something they already know they're going to get."Whitmore." The voice belonged to the lead one, and he said my wife's maiden name like it was a title instead of a person. "And Calloway.

Reid's POVI heard it before I understood what it meant, a second door, deeper in the dark, opening slow enough to be a message all by itself.Nobody moves like that unless they want you to hear them coming.For a second I let myself hope it was nothing. A settling beam, a rat in the walls, some ordinary building sound that had no business meaning what my gut already insisted it meant. Then I heard the second footstep, deliberate as the first, and the hope went out of me like a light switched off."Audrey." I already had her wrist. "We're leaving. Now."The lead man was still on his phone, still saying copy to someone who wasn't me, his eyes flicking toward us and then away again, like we'd already stopped being the priority in this room. I didn't wait to find out what had replaced us. I pulled her toward the loading door we'd come in through, and for three steps it worked, for three steps it was just running, just her hand locked in mine and the flashlight beam swinging wild across t