All Chapters of illegal Wife by Accident: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The icy night air hit us hard as soon as we crossed the back door. Outside, the forest was a maze of shadows and invisible dangers.Maddox grabbed me by the wrist, keeping me close to his side as we moved along the leaf-covered path. Max walked a few meters ahead, his posture rigid, senses sharp. Dax moved like a predator, gun ready in hand and a dangerous smile on his lips.We knew we weren’t alone."The crunch of branches in the distance." "The fleeting flicker of a flashlight between the trees." "That instinctive feeling we were being hunted."The plan was simple: get to the car and get out before the ambush closed in on us. But nothing in this world was ever that easy.Maddox tightened his grip on my wrist. "Listen to me. If something happens, you get in the car and don’t look back." "I’m not leaving without you." He shot me a sharp look. "Don’t argue." "Let me remind you I never do what I’m told." His jaw clenched. Before he could respond, a gunshot sliced thro

The early morning loomed heavy over the hideout, that kind of darkness that seemed to swallow reality whole. Outside, the air was freezing; inside, the tension boiled.Maddox studied the blueprints Max had spread across the rickety table. His gray eyes analyzed every route, every possible enemy movement. The dim lamp light accentuated the shadows on his face, hardening his features even more."If we take this road," Max indicated, his voice low but firm, "we’ll avoid the main routes. Less chance of an ambush.""But more open ground," Dax countered, leaning back in his chair, spinning a knife between his fingers. "If they’re tailing us, there won’t be anywhere to hide."Standing beside Maddox, Amalia looked at the map. "What if they want us to think that? Maybe the trap is on the 'safe' road."Maddox nodded, approving the observation. "We can’t afford to underestimate Cillian. He plays the anticipation game."A thick silence settled over them. Every passing second stretched the tension

The silence Khalid left behind was just an illusion. The real storm hit them seconds later.Amalia stared at Maddox, jaw clenched. "What did you give him?"Maddox didn’t answer. He just walked to the SUV, opening the door with a sharp swing. Dax and Max exchanged glances."This isn’t going to sit well with you," Dax murmured."I already hate it," Amalia shot back.She climbed in after Maddox. The air inside the vehicle was thick, suffocating. Max started the engine, the tires crunching over the gravel.Amalia couldn’t take it anymore. "Maddox. What did you give him?"His gray eyes locked onto hers, cold. "What he asked for.""That means nothing!" Her voice rose. Her heart pounded in her chest. She’d nearly lost everything, and now he was treating her like she didn’t deserve answers.Dax exhaled from the front seat. "Khalid asked for information."Amalia blinked. "What kind of information?"Silence.Max muttered, "Locations. Routes. Contacts. Enough for him to gain leverage in the citie

The distant roar of engines echoed through the night as the convoy advanced down the deserted highway. The asphalt glistened under the moonlight, reflecting the promise of what was to come: confrontation, crossfire... chaos. Inside the lead vehicle, tension was a third occupant—dense and almost palpable.Maddox sat in the front seat, his gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the windshield. His posture was as always: straight, unyielding, imposing. The dark suit seemed like part of his skin, as if he had been born in it. Only the slight movement of his fingers drumming on his pant leg, in a meticulous rhythm, betrayed the frenetic activity of his mind.In the back seat, Amalia checked her gear for the umpteenth time. Gloves. Loaded gun. Communicator activated. Everything in order. Except for her breathing, which quickened each time her gaze slid toward Maddox. There was something about the way tension clung to his body that wasn’t just about the mission. It was him. It was always him.Dax,

The meeting room was thick with tension. Dim lights barely illuminated the faces present, but there was no doubt who dominated the room. Maddox Dangello sat at the head of the table, his posture upright and imposing. The perfectly tailored suit wasn’t just a symbol of power—it was a statement. His intense gray eyes swept over each person, sharp as blades. His mere presence made the air feel heavier.Amalia sat to his left, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the map spread across the table. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, but her stance remained firm. She was used to pressure—or so she liked to believe.Dax and Max occupied the seats to Maddox’s right. Dax, outwardly relaxed, twirled a pen between his fingers, while Max sat rigid, analyzing every word with his usual intensity.“We have two options,” Ivan spoke from the opposite end of the table, his deep voice breaking the silence. “We attack now and catch the Council off guard, or we wait for their next move.”“Waiting isn’t an option,” Max in