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My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Requiem of A Broken Heart
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Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
A torrential rain poured down upon the night, drenching the dense forest as I ran, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My soaked hair clung to my face, mixing with the blood seeping from the wound on my arm. Every step felt heavier, exhaustion clawing at me, but I couldn't stop-not when everything depended on me getting away.
"Don't let her escape!" a harsh voice barked behind me, the sound slicing through the storm like a blade.
Panic surged through me as I forced myself forward, my golden eyes scanning the dark wilderness for any chance of escape. The pounding footsteps of my pursuers grew louder, closer. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew what would happen if they caught me. I knew what was at stake.
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the path ahead just long enough for me to see what lay before me-a steep cliff, its edge crumbling into the abyss below. The waterfall roared, an untamed force crashing against the jagged rocks beneath it. I skidded to a halt, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. The rain blurred my vision, but I didn't need to see clearly to understand the choice before me: jump or surrender.
Surrender was not an option.
"It's over, Montgomery."
The voice sent ice crawling through my veins. Slowly, I turned to face the one man I had once trusted beyond all others. Lucas Blackwood stood just beyond the tree line, his silhouette framed by the darkness. His sharp features were partially obscured by the downpour, but his piercing blue eyes burned through the night with chilling intensity. Even now, even as my enemy, he looked the same-calm, calculated, untouchable.
"I know your secret." His voice was steady, quiet, yet it carried over the storm as if the elements themselves bowed to his will. "And I'll make sure the world knows too."
My breath hitched, and for the briefest moment, my resolve wavered. He knew. He knew everything. But he didn't understand-he never had. If the truth got out, it wouldn't just destroy me; it would destroy everyone I had ever fought to protect.