Chapter 50

Reagan POV

The pounding in my head was relentless, every throb echoing through my skull as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, blurry vision adjusting to the dim room. Where the hell was I? I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead, heavy and sluggish, as if weighed down by invisible shackles.

And then I heard it—footsteps. Slow, deliberate.

I blinked, struggling to focus, and when I saw him, rage flared up inside me like a wildfire. Carlos. His smug grin made my blood boil.

“How does it feel to be betrayed by the woman you love?” His voice dripped with satisfaction, each word taunting me.

I growled, fury coursing through my veins. “Get me out of this,” I spat, trying to lunge at him. But the heavy chains around my wrists held me back, clanking as they pulled me down.

Carlos laughed, the sound sharp and grating. “God, I’ve waited for this day,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with twisted excitement. “A day I get to kill you. And oh boy,