und her felt thick and hot, as if someone h
orange glow of flames licking up the walls, smoke fil
ith every gasp, her lun
red her mouth with her s
catching on something soft yet uny
rd came out as a
untingly lifeless. He had no visible injuries, nothing to
familiarity washed over her. She recognized this place: her
the lab, then... then her father's accident wasn't an accident at all. He hadn't
t w
lla strained to listen, pulling herself closer to the window despite the heat pres
? Mr. Montgomery, where
her. She strained further, desperate to hear
dowry to marry Amy have to do with me?
r. Using the Blake family as dowry...?
the one who'd vowed to be by her
ing her family into nothing more tha
allic tang of blood as she fought for breath. Her vision blurred, dar
every syllable laced with venom. "If
t before she could ho
-
Years
y Internationa
ring oversized sunglasses and a black baseball cap. She was dressed casually, but ther
sh, came through her phone. "M
little girl's face on the screen. "Soon, sweetheart. Mommy's
through the terminal, sending everyon
's big eyes widened. "Mommy,
tone remained gentle, as though she
ad. " I am not scared, but... my brother says it's dangerous to ta
ed eyebrow. "Where's your
int of mischief. "Still sleeping!
a light, wrapped up in his blankets. Ella sighed, her heart longing for home. "
Mommy. T
shook the terminal. People screamed, some ducking
eat, but she stayed roote
as a war correspondent, chaos an
he remains found by the police had been mistaken for her, but they were actually those
d left her unrecognizable. She'd undergone reconstructi
om the smoke, making it almost impossib
of twins, but when they turned one, her superiors h
ager to return to her children, to a li
he escalating unrest, Ella felt her heart sink. She ne
mediately calling her co
ost volatile regions, she knew how to handle herself in emergen
ere's one option. A private plane's coming through. The owner's agreed
e dealt with warlords and d
jet circled and landed, a dazzling dis
or the escape, until her gaze lo
lood r
m. Lucas M
her father's death, the man
this moment. She had rehearsed what
, mere feet away, the weight
ppraising her with that familiar air o
rself away. Not yet. Lucas was more dangerous th
ile, she replied, "Yes. And
y, a hint of amusement crossi
nalist hasn't? A man of your... rep
a smirk. "Is that so? Wha
Mr. Lucas is known for being... unpredictable." She met his gaze, her tone l
m Lucas' staff, who glanced nervously at eac
ckered, a flash of somethin
his gaze never leaving her
rself. "Well, I could tell you more, b
waiv
on't try to kill me if I tell
as no mirth in his eyes. "You think a
d, her tone flippant. "But i
secret that he'd become even more ruthless since his wife's mysterious death yea
tead, he laughed, the sound rich and slightly menacing
ugged as though it were obvious. "N