All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

A core part of her training had been learning to sense her surroundings. Eva carefully counted twenty pairs of distinct footsteps fading away from the room. These footsteps were heavy, unlike the leader’s, which were deliberate and soft. She could tell these men were brawlers, the type who relied on brute strength and direct violence. But the leader? He was different. She could already tell his methods leaned more toward calculated, creative brutality. That was even more dangerous. From what she remembered, forty men had entered the warehouse earlier, meaning roughly twenty remained behind to guard her.Her instincts urged her to act, but she couldn’t afford to be reckless. She risked a tiny slit of vision, opening her eyes just a crack. No one was in her immediate vicinity. The men had left her lying on the cold floor, probably thinking she was still unconscious. Though exhaustion weighed heavy on her body and her vision blurred, Eva wasn’t out yet. The will to survive was a powerfu

Despite being pinned to the ground, the man lashed out with the knife, but Eva was prepared. She dodged his wild swing, her attention shifting to the warehouse door. The rest of the men were still outside, preoccupied with unloading supplies.Her brief distraction gave him an opening. He grappled with her, nearly flipping her over his shoulder.‘Judo practitioner, huh.’ Eva realized. Since she already knew his fighting style, she instantly predicted his next move. She adjusted and quickly sidestepped his next move with precision.“Sorry, buddy. But I don’t have time for this kind of entertainment.” She muttered, slamming her hidden blade into his body. She didn’t hesitate. Each strike was calculated, aimed at vital points. The man struggled in her grip, but Eva didn’t relent.She knew she had only one shot at this. One chance to escape before they strapped her into that chair and unleashed a world of pain on her. Her survival depended on it. It was his life or hers.Blood soaked his

The sharp whistle of a bullet tearing through the air broke her trance. Her senses, heightened by the adrenaline coursing through her veins, reacted faster than her conscious mind. At the last moment, Eva twisted enough for the bullet to graze her arm before embedding itself in the metal wall behind her with a hollow thud. Her body moved with a grace that didn't feel too foreign to her, instinct taking over as she dodged the next onslaught of bullets. The warehouse filled with chaos as her enemies fired relentlessly. However, Eva moved like a ghost, she felt as if her entire body was a machine in itself, dodging every bullet and weapons aimed at her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply before firing the first shot. BANG! Suddenly a scream split the air. One of the men fell, clutching his leg, his face contorted in agony while letting his guard down. It was a brief moment of suffering as a bullet flew to his head and ended him swiftly. It's a clean kill. Minutes passed in a

"One more to go."Her voice was eerily calm and cold. At this point, her own voice didn’t sound familiar to her. And this wasn’t her, but the demon she had kept hidden at the back of her mind. Now the demon has been let out, and she doesn’t know if she can contain it again.“You…..you killed my brother.” The leader stammered as he looked at Eva, fear glinting in his eye." Yes, I did. And I'm sending you off to meet him.” Eva's voice was devoid of any sort of emotions as she looked at the leader. “I will make you pay!" The leader yelled furiously at Eva with tears streaming down his face, but she remained unfazed by him.“Do that when you get to hell." She lifted her assault rifle, her finger hovered over the trigger as she placed the barrel a few inches in front of the crying man, ready to end at once.Just as she was about to finish the leader off, the door burst open and tens of men flooded into the warehouse, each one of them wearing protective gear. They were led by men holding b

A soft sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a sob. The reality of it all threatened to crush her, but what made it worse was the man standing only a few feet away. Damien, the one person she had tried so hard to protect from seeing this side of her. The man who had saved her once before, now witnessing the depths of her darkness.As usual, Damien’s face was unreadable, through a storm raged behind his eyes. He seemed at a loss for words, struggling to reconcile the frail woman he had held in his arms earlier with the one now standing before him, surrounded by carnage. His jaw clenched as his gaze fell to the assault rifle in her hands, her finger still curled around the trigger. The weapon hung from her grip as if it were an extension of her body, a part of her.He had heard the gunshots long before entering the warehouse, and fear had gripped him like never before. He had thought—no, he had convinced himself that he was too late. The thought of finding her body ridd