Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback

Chapter 5

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the polished black lea

federal agents shifted uncomfortably.

ight. His face flushed a dark, violent red. He raised his hand,

the wail of military sirens

doors of the manor were shoved open. Four Army of

ent of Defense clipboard, stepping

voice flat and bureaucratic. "We

ck military body bag by its nylon handles. The thick rubber drag

nto the sofa, pressing both hands over her

erial numbers stenciled on the side of the black bag. Her f

hed the lapels of his suit, a cr

rs. "As the lead investigator, I need t

e Captain. The Captain gave a stiff n

He grabbed the heavy metal zipper a

suffocating, putrid wave of charred meat, me

ned her head away, her

urned the back of her throat. But she forced

onized husk. The facial featur

her-gloved hand. He tapped the

Issac mocked, his voice echoing in the silent

the tether holding

o Issac's chest, knocking him off balance. She threw herself ove

ng up at Issac with eyes full

hissed, her voice vibrating w

eyes darkened. He stepped close to Annetta, lea

ice a slick, oily threat. "You and the brat. I have a penthouse in Ge

gloved finger tracin

nausea crashe

use, her fingers closing around the sharp, decorative

rove the two-inch steel pin of the brooc

. The brooch stayed embedded in his flesh. Thick, dark blood

" Issac

le. A heavy knee dropped onto her spine, driving the air from her lungs. Her cheek

but she smiled. A co

carrying across the room, "would rather die i

a. A flicker of deep, undeniable

cha?" Cristina said, her voice resonating with the cold, bureaucratic power of a former Senator's wife. "Do not think you are untouchable. If you turn thi

oked at the Army officers watching him.

them to the federal holding cells. Put them on

ristina. Together, the two women took the little girl turned their ba

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Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback

Victoria Romance

“The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery. They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth. Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow. Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world. "We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground." But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.”