All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Odette barely slept that night.She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail of her conversation with Daisy. Her instincts screamed at her to be cautious, but curiosity gnawed at her like an itch she couldn’t scratch. What if Daisy was telling the truth? If the Sokolovs were truly after her for reasons beyond Anton, she needed to know why.By morning, her decision was made.Anton was still asleep when she slipped out of bed. The safe house was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the reinforced walls. She moved carefully, grabbing her phone and a concealed knife before heading to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.She hesitated before texting Daisy.Odette: Where?A response came almost immediately.Daisy: East 6th and Forsyth. 10 AM. Come alone.The warning from the night before echoed in her mind. The Sokolovs have eyes everywhere.Odette exhaled sharply, shoving her phone into her pocket. She wasn’t foolish enough to walk into this b

The warehouse was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of salt and rust.Daisy sat tied to a chair in the center of the room, her wrists bound behind her back. A single overhead light cast sharp shadows across her face, highlighting the fear in her wide brown eyes.Anton stood a few feet away, his gun still in his hand. His jaw was clenched so tightly Odette thought he might break his own teeth. Damien leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with an unreadable expression.Odette had yet to speak.Her hands trembled slightly, though whether from adrenaline or betrayal, she wasn’t sure. Daisy had lured her away, handed her over to the Sokolovs like she was nothing more than a bargaining chip.And for what?Daisy swallowed hard, her gaze flickering between them.“Odette,” she started, her voice shaking. “Please, just listen to me.”Odette didn’t move. Her entire body felt cold, a hollow emptiness settling deep in her chest. The memory of Daisy’s voice, soft and coaxing, whispe

Logan stumbled as Anton shoved him forward, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on him like a boulder. He knew this wasn’t true freedom. If he wanted to survive, he had to prove himself useful—now.Anton’s voice was ice-cold. “Where is the hostage, Logan?”Logan exhaled shakily. “Not far. You’ll see soon.”Odette, walking just behind Anton and Damien, studied Logan carefully. He was acting cagey, but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. He knew there was no bargaining left.The SUV sped through the darkened streets, heading toward the industrial district on the outskirts of the city. The roads were nearly deserted, lined with abandoned warehouses and rusted metal fences.“This is it.” Logan nodded toward one of the structures. “She’s inside.”Anton didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Logan by the back of his shirt and shoved him forward. “Then you’re coming in with us.”Logan swallowed but said nothing.Damien signaled to their men to spread out before they moved in. The moment t

The safe house felt heavier than usual, an eerie silence stretching between Odette and Anton as they sat in the dimly lit living room. Katya was resting in one of the spare rooms, and Damien had stepped out to take a call. Logan was locked up in the basement, left to stew in his own betrayal.Odette was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but sleep refused to come. Her mind kept replaying the past few days—the ambush, her kidnapping, the brutal realization that Logan had betrayed them, and now, Katya’s revelation that someone within her own family had sold her out. The war wasn’t over. The Sokolovs weren’t done with them.She turned her head slightly, glancing at Anton, who sat across from her, his jaw tight as he skimmed through a stack of files. His silver-grey eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hadn’t spoken much since their return.Before she could say anything, Damien reentered the room, his expression unreadable. “You both need to see this,” he said, holding up

Odette wasn’t sure how much time had passed.Hours. Maybe days.All she knew was that she hadn’t left the apartment.The curtains stayed drawn, casting the living room in a soft, muted gray. The TV droned on in the background, playing shows she wasn’t watching. Her phone lay untouched on the coffee table, buzzing occasionally with calls and messages she ignored.And Anton’s engagement announcement still played in her head like a broken record.“Katya and I have decided to move forward together.”Odette curled deeper into the couch, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared blankly at the flickering TV screen.She hadn’t cried again—not like she had the first night. Now, the grief sat heavy in her chest, suffocating but silent.Amerie had been incredibly patient.She checked on her constantly, brought her food she barely touched, and tried to get her to talk. But Odette didn’t have the words. Not yet.“Alright,” Amerie said one morning, dropping onto the couch beside her with an exa