All Chapters of His uncle's sweetheart : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Yes, positive?" Ethan's voice finally cut into the tension pacing the room, hands sunk deep into his pockets. Threw Olivia a sidewards glance, his face furrowing slightly with his doubt.Olivia did not raise her head from the phone still clutched in her hand. Her eyes were as cold as ice, calculating. "We do not have a choice, Ethan. She is coming. With or without the police, Bernice will not make it out alive. "Ethan froze from pacing up and down in the room; all his agitation was scribed across his face. "You are talking of killing her and the child."Olivia's gaze snapped up; her lips arced wickedly. "Precisely. The moment she steps into that hideout, it is over for both her and the child. They are loose ends, Ethan. We can't afford to leave loose ends behind.”He felt his back quiver as she said this so calmly, with not the tiniest hesitation, it shook him. "And what if she doesn't come with the police? If she shows up alone?""Then she's even more of a fool than I thought," Oli

"Get down!" Alexander boomed into the room as he burst in. He saw the gun against Bernice's head and in less than a second, launched himself forward.The next second, a shot rang in the air. Bernice screamed as her world came crashing down and her mind refused to believe that horrific scene playing right in front of her eyes."No!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and animal, as Alexander fell before her, his body heavy upon the ground. Blood flowered across his shirt, dark and bright.The room exploded into chaos. The tall kidnapper whirled about, gun now shaking in confusion, but it was too late. Liam and Marcus flowed forward like a tide, pinning the gunman to the floor."Secure the room!" Marcus yelled as he drove scar face down onto the floor, wrestling the gun from him. "Take them both out of here!""Alexander!" Bernice gushed as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands shook as they hovered over his chest, uncertain where to touch or how to help.Alexander breathed shallowl

The shrill ringing of Olivia's phone cut into the thick atmosphere of silence hanging in the air. She turned to Ethan, then picked up the call with fingers that shook just a little. "It's them," she muttered, hitting the answer button and pressing the phone against her ear. "What happened?"Ethan watched her closely, his heartbeat racing, as one could already tell something was not right; there must have been someone on the other end talking with her as Olivia's face darkened.“You're telling me it was a shootout?!?" Olivia spat, the knuckles white on the phone. Hot anger flashed through her eyes as she listened, her heart fluttering at an incredible rate as she paced left and right across the room. "You were supposed to just kill her, without any problems! How in the heck could this go so wrong?”Ethan's gut clenched, his jaw twisted. He could catch only snatches of their words, but that was enough: kidnapping failed, and Alexander got involved. The unease that had so recently taken

"Was it real?" Rafael muttered, pacing with the length of his study where his mind was already swollen with memories. Yet he could envisage it. That image seared upon his brain; Bernice with another man. He fisted his hands at his sides, this doubt which gnawed at him for years. Had he seen all that the thought he did or had he let his anger blind his judgment?He looked forth by the great window over the garden, but his gaze was far indeed from the peaceful scene. It was years, yet never a whit had the torture worn. The vision of Bernice with that man seemed some hideous nightmare from which he could not wake. But now… now something has altered. Something stirred in his mind and woke him to doubt all that had gone before.The knock cut through his reverie. Rafael heaved a heavy sigh, ran a hand over his face, and called out, "Come in."The door creaked open, and in came Madam Looking so grave. She was more than the confident head of the house to him, even more so in stormy moments

"You are getting sloppy, Ethan," Olivia said in a cold tone that could cut like a knife.Ethan's eyes came up over the rim of the whiskey glass he was holding, his brow furrowing. He leaned forward on the couch, going unfocused-as if he might as well have been elsewhere. "It isn't sloppiness, Olivia," he said with measured slowness. "It's common sense. We have caused enough damage. You do know what the stakes are now?”Olivia stopped her pacing on an upward surge of frustration. The impression of eyes narrowing further, "What's at stake? Everything we worked for is. Don't tell me you're suddenly developing a conscience."He blew out a sigh, setting his drink down on the table. "It's not about that.""Then what's it about, Ethan?" Her voice rose; paranoia chiseled onto the edge. "You knew exactly what we were getting into. Don't act like you're surprised now.""I'm not surprised." He stood up, turned to her. "But things are spiraling out of control. Alexander nearly died, Olivia. A hig