All Chapters of Love Under Fire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Glory I was lying in the hotel bed, checking the clock for the tenth time in just a few minutes. Every second that passed made my heart race faster. The walls, which once seemed cozy, now suffocate me with their silence. These secret escapades with Harald were the only moments when I felt alive, away from the pressures of the Morton mansion and Charles' critical gaze. But that afternoon, something was wrong. Harald had never been this late. I looked at my phone, hoping for a message or call explaining his absence. Nothing. The discomfort in my chest was growing, mixed with anger and disappointment. Maybe Candace had done something. She could easily have pretended to feel ill to keep him by her side. That wouldn’t be new. But why didn’t he call? Do I mean so little to him? Frustration hit me, but I quickly decided it wasn’t worth dwelling on. I threw my things into my bag and left the hotel, my mind already formulating a plan. I couldn't leave traces of my displeasure. Not only that

GloryThe afternoon dragged on, and time seemed to stretch into a suffocating eternity. I was in my room, seated in the armchair near the window, watching the garden outside. The colors of autumn were beginning to tint the leaves, and the cold wind whispered promises of change. But inside me, everything felt stagnant, frozen in a routine of expectations and disappointments.Since Nancy left, the house has become quieter, but not pleasantly. It was a heavy silence, pressing on my chest and keeping me constantly on edge, as if something was about to crumble. Charles, my husband, had been increasingly distant and irritable. Our conversations were monotonous, just the basics to keep up appearances. The only thing keeping me going was the hope of seeing Harald. But even he seemed more distant lately.Suddenly, a light knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, feeling a spark of hope that it might be a message from Harald, but I was surprised to see Nancy. She entered the room

NancyThe days passed slowly, and with each one, I felt like I was being pulled back into a life that no longer belonged to me. Pretending to be Bruce's ideal wife again seemed like a temporary task at first, something I would do until I could execute my plans. However, as time went on, the line between what was real and what was an act began to blur within me.The imposing mansions, the dazzling dinners in polished marble halls, the expensive perfumes mixed with the subtle scent of freshly cut flowers—all of it began to feel disturbingly familiar again. Extravagant parties where crystal glasses reflected the golden chandelier lights, social events full of fake smiles and political alliances, luxurious trips to paradise destinations aboard private jets… All of it became part of my daily life once more. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I began to wonder: did I still want revenge? Or was I slowly conforming to this life again?It was hard to realize that, on some level, I was los

NancyIn the days following the discovery of the documents in Bruce’s office, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen. Every time I closed my eyes, the names and figures replayed in my mind like an unending film. What lay before me was not just a corruption scheme; it was something far larger and more sinister. The Mortons, the family to whom I had devoted so much of my life, were not merely manipulative and cold. They were murderers.Anger boiled within me, but at the same time, I needed to be smart. I couldn’t rush into anything. I knew that if Bruce or any other Morton suspected I knew something, it would be the end of me. They had too much power. And after everything I had suffered, I couldn’t afford to be reckless.The first thing I did was transfer the photos I took of the documents to a secure device. I didn’t trust keeping anything on my phone. It took me days to set up a secure system to store the information, and even then, every time I reviewed those photos, dread ov

Avery YoungThe cold night continued to wrap around me as I hid in the shadows, my heart beating erratically in my chest. Every sound seemed amplified—the heavy footsteps of the surrounding men, the hum of the helicopter in the air. My lips trembled, and I struggled to stay in control. Fear spread through my body like an electric current, making it hard to breathe. The idea of doing something—anything—flashed briefly through my mind, but I hesitated.The men who had taken Jake weren’t ordinary people. They exuded violence, as if they knew they were in control. And as a woman alone, what could I do against them? The image of Jake being overpowered and of Nancy being dragged into the helicopter still pulsed in my mind. Adrenaline made my hands shake, and for a moment, I considered calling the police. "Would 911 fix this?" I thought, my fingers moving automatically toward the phone in my pocket.But I stopped. What if they found out I had made the call? What if those men knew I was here,