บททั้งหมดของ My arranged marriage : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Emma WatsonI barely slept.Even with Ray beside me, his warmth grounding me, my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that SUV slamming into us. I heard the screech of tires, the crash against the brick wall.Benita had made her move.And now it was our turn.By the time morning arrived, I was already up, sitting at the table in Clara serving breakfast, staring at a cup of coffee that had gone cold.I was beginning to miss Abel and Alex. It was as if Benita made sure they were away before striking.I didn’t hear him wake up, but I felt him before I saw him.“You didn’t sleep,” Ray murmured, his voice still rough from the night.I glanced up as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He was shirtless, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm from the wound Vincent had given him.I sighed. “Neither did you.”His lips twitched. “Guess we’re both a mess.”A small smile played on my lips. But just as quickly, it faded.“What’s the plan?” I asked, getting straight to the poi

Emma WatsonThe room smelled of gunpowder and sweat. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as Ray pulled me up from behind the overturned desk. The gunfire had stopped, but my hands still trembled with adrenaline.Benita was gone.We had seconds—maybe minutes—before her reinforcements regrouped.Ray’s jaw clenched as he scanned the room, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. “She had an escape route,” he muttered.I followed his gaze to the open passage behind the bookshelf. A narrow, dark tunnel stretched beyond it.“Where does it lead?” I asked.Ray’s expression was grim. “Out. We have to move.”I nodded, forcing myself to push past the fear clawing at my throat.We sprinted into the passage. The air grew cooler, damp. It smelled of old stone and dust, like it had been built decades ago.Ray moved ahead, his body tense. “Stay close,” he murmured.I did. My fingers brushed against the wall, guiding me as the tunnel twisted. The deeper we went, the more I realized—Benita had plan

Emma WatsonThe sun have not risen yet, but I was already awake.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the soft bed sheets as I listened to the rhythmic breathing beside me. Ray was still asleep—if you could even call it that. His body was tense, his jaw clenched, as if his mind refused to let him rest.Last night had changed everything.Benita was gone—for now. But we both knew she wasn’t finished.I reached for my phone, scrolling through the news. There was nothing about what had happened on the rooftop. No reports of a helicopter, no sightings of Benita.She had gone totally A sharp knock at the door made me jump.Ray stirred beside me, his eyes opening instantly. His hand reached under his pillow—a reflex, no doubt, for a weapon.I put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’ll check.”I grabbed one of his shirts from the chair and slipped it on before heading to the door. The moment I looked through the peephole, my stomach dropped.Lucas.I unlatched the door and opened i

Emma WatsonThe streets of Paris felt different in the early morning light—quieter, more ominous. The usual romance of the city was lost on me as I sat in the back of the black SUV, my heart pounding as we approached Montmartre. The scent of fresh bread and coffee drifted through the open windows, but my stomach was too knotted with nerves to appreciate it.Ray sat beside me, his gaze locked on the window, his fingers tapping against his thigh. He was calm on the surface, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him. His entire body was taut with a readiness that both reassured and unsettled me. I wanted to reach out and still his hand, to ease the tension in his shoulders, but I knew better. He was in his element—focused, determined, dangerous.Lucas, in the front seat, checked his gun. “Benita’s penthouse is on the top floor. Moreau has men stationed at the building, but my contact says security is light this morning.”Ray smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Then we take our sh

Emma WatsonMy breath came in short gasps as Ray pulled me behind an overturned table. Gunfire echoed through the penthouse, shattering glass and sending sparks flying from metal fixtures. The scent of gunpowder and blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. My pulse pounded so loudly I could barely hear myself think.Lucas groaned beside me, pressing a hand to his wound. His face was pale, his breaths ragged. I reached for him instinctively, my fingers shaking.“Stay with me, Lucas,” I pleaded, my voice barely audible above the chaos.He let out a weak chuckle, his lips curling into a half-smile. “I’m… not dying yet, sweetheart.”Ray peeked over the table, firing two quick shots before ducking back down. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fierce with determination. He turned to me.“We have to get out of here,” he said, his voice tight.I shook my head. “Not without taking them down.”Ray hesitated, eyes flicking to Lucas. He was torn, I could tell. Lucas needed medical attention, but