Semua Bab The Club Star Ex-Wife He Wants Back: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Mandy’s POV The world felt muted, like the moment after a bomb detonates—everything still, silent, and filled with the weight of what just happened. Ivan was dead. Ethan stood over his body, the gun still gripped in his hand, the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air. While Lucas hadn’t moved, his chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths, but his fists were still clenched, his entire body wound so tight it looked like he might snap. I wanted to believe it was over. I wanted to believe that Ivan’s death meant we could finally breathe. But his last words wouldn’t stop playing in my head and a sick feeling coiled in my stomach. Lucas must have felt the shift in me because he finally turned, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “We need to go.” His voice was low, steady, but beneath it, I heard the edge—the same unease that was clawing at me. Ethan nodded, sliding his gun back into his holster. “I have men waiting. We’ll take the back route.” Lucas helped me u

Mandy’s POV The headlights in the rearview mirror burned into my vision, unrelenting. My pulse pounded as I watched the car tailing us, maintaining a steady distance, never speeding up, never slowing down. Like a predator toying with its prey. I gripped the edge of my seat, my breath unsteady. “They’re following us.” Lucas’s head snapped toward Ethan. “Lose them.” Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He gritted his teeth and slammed the gas pedal, the SUV surging forward with a roar. Emily stirred in my arms, letting out a sleepy whimper, and I instinctively tightened my hold on her. Wendy turned in her seat, peering through the back window. “They’re keeping up.” I glanced over my shoulder as the car behind us matched our speed effortlessly, its dark windows concealing whoever was inside. Then a chill crept down my spine and this wasn’t just some random tail. It was calculated. Lucas pulled his gun from his holster, checking the clip with sharp efficiency. “Ethan, any wa

Lucas’s POVPain dragged me under. It was distant at first, like an echo of something happening to someone else. But then it sharpened, clawing through my body like fire. I forced my eyes open. Blurred figures moved around me. The sirens had stopped, replaced by the frantic murmurs of voices and the beeping of machines. Hospital. I knew that smell—sterile, sharp, laced with something metallic. Blood. My blood. A soft pressure on my hand made me shift my gaze. Mandy. She was there, gripping my hand like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face were paled but she was here. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw, the effort sending a sharp stab of pain through my side. “Don’t,” she whispered, her fingers tightening. “You need to rest.” I wanted to tell her I was fine. That Damian hadn’t won. That no matter what, I wasn’t leaving her. But the exhaustion was stronger as darkness tugged at me again, and this time, I didn’

Lucas’s POV Damian’s laughter echoed through the warehouse, a haunting sound that seemed to rattle my every bone. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to listen to his sick, twisted amusement while Mandy held Emily close, both of them trembling with fear. But his words—the warning—echoed in my mind.I took a steadying breath, the weight of the situation sinking deeper. The last thing I needed right now was another layer of complication, especially when it came to people I loved. Ethan’s grip on Damian tightened as he pressed his boot harder into his back. "What do you mean by that?" Damian chuckled through the pain, blood dripping from his shoulder where I had shot him. "You think you’ve won? You think it’s over? You have no idea who you’re really up against." My hand tightened around the gun in my grip. "If you think you’re getting away from this alive, you’re mistaken." But even as the words left my mouth, doubt crept into my mind because Damian had been one thing—dang

Lucas’s POVI couldn’t move. My body was frozen, a prisoner to the woman standing before me. The one I had mourned. The one I had buried in the deepest part of my heart. Sophia. She was alive. The world around me had blurred, her presence the only thing clear. I couldn’t comprehend it, couldn’t make sense of it. This—this was impossible. Mandy’s grip tightened on my arm, her voice a faint whisper, barely reaching my ears. “Lucas… what’s going on? Who is she?” But I couldn’t answer her. The words lodged in my throat, a heavy stone I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at the woman I had thought was long gone, my pulse pounding in my ears. Sophia stepped forward, her heels clicking on the floor with a rhythm that felt too calculated. Her lips curved into a smile, one that I could only describe as both wicked and seductive. “Miss me, Lucas?” Her voice was a blade, cutting through the thick tension that hung in the air. I wanted to scream, wanted to lash out, but I couldn’t. My