All Chapters of The Bride In The Wrong Wedding : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Breathe! Fight the damn water!" Lena’s mind violently screamed as the freezing, pitch-black rapids brutally smashed her against the jagged concrete wall.The subterranean current was an absolute monster, violently tossing her through the crushing abyss of the storm drain. She had no idea which way was up. Freezing water aggressively flooded her lungs, burning like liquid ice. Her hands thrashed wildly in the dark, desperately searching for Adrian, but her fingers grasped nothing but churning foam and empty terror. She was drowning. She was going to die in the dark, just another discarded pawn on Damien Cole’s bloody board."No." A fierce, blazing fury ignited deep in her chest, violently rejecting the panic. " I am a queen. I do not die in the dark."Her tactical boot violently struck a submerged concrete ledge. Using the final, agonizing shred of her adrenaline, Lena pushed hard off the wall, launching herself upward.Her head broke the surface. She gasped violently, choking and cou

The deafening roar of automatic gunfire ripped through the cavernous aqueduct station, violently shattering the halogen work lights and plunging the industrial catwalk into a blinding, strobing nightmare of flash and steel. Marcus moved like a unrelenting force of nature, his heavy combat knife and sidearm working in lethal, synchronized precision as he carved straight through Damien Cole’s remaining mercenaries."Adrian!" Lena screamed over the deafening cacophony. She scrambled frantically across the cold, vibrating iron grating on her hands and knees, completely ignoring the wild ricochets whining off the steel beams around her.Adrian was already moving. Driven by pure, primal survival instinct and the desperate need to reach her, he dragged his broken, bleeding body across the catwalk. His right arm shot out, his large, calloused fingers locking around Lena’s trembling wrist with an iron grip that anchored her to the earth. He yanked her down hard against his chest, shielding her

"If you step onto that transatlantic jet, your heart will completely stop before we even reach international airspace!"The rogue trauma surgeon’s furious, desperate shout echoed violently off the cold concrete walls of the underground safehouse. He stepped aggressively in front of the heavy steel blast door, physically attempting to block Adrian’s path."Get out of my way, doctor," Adrian growled. His voice was a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated with absolute, homicidal intent.He was deathly pale, his broad, heavily muscled chest wrapped tightly in thick, blood-spotted compression bandages. He moved with a rigid, agonizing stiffness, but the lethal, predatory fire burning in his dark eyes was completely unextinguished. He aggressively shoved the surgeon aside with his uninjured arm, his heavy combat boots stalking toward the armory crates Marcus was rapidly dragging across the floor."Adrian, he is right," Lena stated, her voice slicing through the heavy, sterile air with absolu

"Drop the weapon and step out of the wreckage, or we burn the billionaire alive right now!"The heavily amplified, heavily accented Russian voice ripped violently through the howling alpine blizzard, echoing like a death sentence off the jagged peaks. Less than fifty yards away, four massive, armored snow-rovers abruptly killed their engines. They formed a lethal, heavily armed semicircle around the downed Gulfstream, blocking any hope of escape. A dozen syndicate mercenaries dismounted in absolute, terrifying synchronization, their heavy assault rifles raised, sweeping bright green laser sights directly through the swirling, freezing snow.Lena didn't flinch. She knelt in the freezing powder beside the shattered fuselage, her stolen mercenary pistol gripped tightly in both hands. Her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped bird, but the suffocating panic that used to control her was completely gone, entirely replaced by a cold, absolute fury."They aren't going to negotiate, Le

"If we open the bay doors in this storm, the wind shear will violently snap your neck before you even pull the ripcord!" Elias bellowed, his heavy voice ripping through the dim, red-lit cabin of the stealth chopper. "It’s a Category 4 hurricane, Lena! You are ordering my men to commit mass suicide!""Then stay in the sky and watch me do it myself!" Lena shrieked back, completely unfazed by the towering mercenary commander. She aggressively slammed her fist down onto the glowing holographic map of the Leviathan oil rig. "They have my father! They have the master blueprints! If we wait for the storm to clear, the syndicate will execute him and sink the entire platform to the bottom of the North Sea. We drop now!"Elias sneered, shaking his head at the sheer, unadulterated madness of the heiress. He aggressively crossed his armored arms, the helicopter vibrating violently around them. "A high-altitude, low-opening drop into freezing fifty-foot swells with absolutely zero visibility. You