Escaped My Ex Got Snatched By His Rival Novels & Stories

Not because she believed it because a small part of her was starting to wonder and that terrified her. The extraction ended in chaos. Explosions, gunfire and screaming guards. A dramatic escape through a service tunnel, basically a normal Tuesday. The accountant survived Romnick immediately adopted him for reasons nobody understood. "You're with us now." The accountant blinked. "What?" "Congratulations." "On what?" "Being kidnapped by the good guys." "There are good guys?" Romnick paused. Then looked at Aiva. Aiva looked at James. James looked at Nicholas. Nicholas looked away. "Fair question."

She unlocked her phone and scrolled to whatever she wanted to show me before turning the device. “Care to explain this?” Mother fucker. A picture of Wren and me from last night. Her lips were on mine, eyes closed as I held her to me, followed by a very flawed retelling of the evening. Apparently I choked her boyfriend out and claimed her as mine in front of everyone. Which was technically true, but they didn’t mention the part that led to it. The post was on Singram, a social media platform for both humans and supernaturals, and it already had over fifteen thousand comments.

The SUV scraped past, losing its side mirror, and disappeared down a narrow street in the industrial district. "Shit!" I growled, slamming my fist against the dashboard. They had escaped. Barely. But they had escaped. I stopped the car and got out, staring at the empty street where the SUV had disappeared. My chest heaved with suppressed fury. Victoria and Igor were still breathing. Elizabeth was dead, but the other two snakes were still alive. This wouldn't end today. I went back to the radio, the voice was icy: — All teams, listen up. Igor and Victoria have escaped. I want every man, every contact, every camera in the city searched. They won't get far. When we find them… there will be no m

Marcus sobbed out, dropping to his knees on the wet stairs, clawing uselessly at the steel cable around his wrist. Julian reached the middle landing. He didn't draw a weapon. He didn't raise his voice. He simply grabbed Marcus by the lapels of his expensive cashmere coat, hauling him to his feet like a ragdoll. Marcus choked out a gasp, his feet barely touching the metal mesh of the stairs. "Uncle... please! Please, it was Celeste! She promised me fifty million! She said she’d handle the board!"

he snarled. “What?” I did my best to feign shock. Axel stared at me as though he was trying to figure out if I was lying, but I steadied my heartbeat and pulled the best poker face I could muster. “She escaped,” he repeated, and released me, apparently satisfied that I would never betray him. How could I? I was his Beta after all. “You believe she had help?” “I’m certain she had help,” he snapped at me, “and I’m going to find their wish upon them a fate worse than death.”

I had to brace myself for the battle that lay ahead, for the struggle to break free from his clutches. Together, Tyler and I began to forge a new plan, one that would not only ensure our escape but also bring Liam to justice. We delved into the depths of Liam's operations, gathering evidence, and uncovering his darkest secrets. It was a race against time, a desperate attempt to outmaneuver our captor.

I was crying but I could still see that he is an handsome young man in his thirties, he should be around thirty two but that isn’t my problem now, my problem is how I will get my kids that was taken away by Claire, My ex boss a Mafia Queen. The man who did the last bid had his laptop in front of him and he was clicking on it and the next thing the woman’s go was co ordinating the bid, checks her phone and a smile spread across her lips. “We already have a buyer” she said happily. There were murmurs amongst the crowd while I was taken back into the dark room. I began to think back to how I get myself into this mess then I flash back to how my life started crumbling down at my feet that I didn

and left the office. “Ughhh!” I said as I tossed the paperweight from the table. This is getting out of control. Someone is conspiring against my Mafia. Who? Nobody knew! My fiancée was injured by someone named Scar! I don’t even know who the fuck is that person. Moreover, I have goods stolen from me. I grabbed my phone and dialed Adrian’s number. “Boss,” he said after one ring. “Any news?” I inquired.

Lani screamed and struggled helplessly, her strength insufficient to fight back. "Help me, help me..." Lani thought her life would end like this; she was completely devastated. She had just gone through a breakup, had a one-night stand with a stranger, and now had to endure this humiliation. Tears of despair streamed down her face when suddenly a gunshot rang out, and all the men froze. A group of people in black arrived and subdued all the thugs. Lani didn’t know who they were, but she recognized this as her chance to escape. Despite her injured leg, she tried to stand up, but before she could leave, someone stopped her.

"... Catherine?" "You got that right." I laugh happily. "This is amazing, I didn't think you'd call first." "Trust me I didn't plan to but with the news I have I had to," she answers with panic. My brows furrow as I wander deep into the building, somewhere secluded while sensing a stage of urgency. "What happened?" "It's your ex, Erik! I'm afraid he's escaped from custody on the way to the station." No! I want to scream with everything within me but then I'll just be drawing attention, but deep within me I'm pulling my hair, probably strangling a version of him as well.