All Chapters of Stranded with the Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The lab's entrance was covered in streaks of paint, with red and blue flashing lights on the NYPD squad cars causing damage. Smoke drifted into the night sky, a somber image of the devastation that had occurred just minutes prior. The scene was grim. As an ambulance sat on the back, Juniper's hands were shaking and her ears persisted in ringing from the explosion. The wounded were being treated by medical personnel surrounding her. Despite bruises and coughing among her team members, no one had been killed. That was the only consolation. Then she saw Adrian. Standing near the wreckage, he spoke to a police officer with an incomprehensible look. He was confused. The blood streaks on his shirt were a blend of his and others. The reason for Juniper's breath being choppy was his determination to hold himself upright. The man was on the brink of entering a war zone, aware that his chances of winning were slim. She walked past the paramedics and ran towards him. "What's taking place wit

The knife was so close to Adrian's head that it appeared to be swinging towards him. Instinct took over. After a lung, he knocked off the weapon that Nathan had held by leaping. Its blade rippled across the wooden floor and then stopped just near the feet of Juniper. All things seemed to slow down for one breath.' Then Juniper moved. She swung the knife, her fingers barely touching the handle until—as in when she had to turn. Bang! The door slammed open. A man entered the building, his broad frame obscuring what little light was visible in the stormy area.' He didn't hesitate. As he lifted his arm, the metal flashed in front of him. Gun. “Drop it,” he barked. He spoke with a distinct, unwavering voice that had the aura of authority and the ability to kill in fewer seconds. Juniper collapsed and his fingers were clung to the blade. Then it fell apart. The body of Adrian responded before his mind could even process it. He stood in front of her, shielding her with his own.. A

“Adrian!”. The fury of the storm was so intense that Juniper's scream could barely make sense. Then—the gunshot. The air was split like lightning by its cracking. Adrian's body jerked. He slipped while gripping the boat's railing.__ His gaze widened as she looked inexplicably startled, and then he fell. Straight into the waves. Her fingers grazed Juniper's skeleton until the sea swallowed him whole, as he said with a loud "No!". Dark water drenched her, a hunger for food.' Her breath hitched. She felt her pulse racing in her ears. Move. Now. She threw herself off the platform. The cold slammed in her chest, sucking up air from her lungs. Salt burned her throat. She flexed her arms against the current. “Adrian!” She gasped, kicking hard. No response. Like a ball of sand, she was torn by the waves. The boat's floodlight glimmered across the surface, but she was left with nothing but darkness. Her heart raced against her ribs.'... He was down there. Sinking. Find him. She

Juniper's blood ran cold. She felt a sharp, shivering sensation in her spine as the words were heard over the police radio. Secure the girl. Everything is lost if Blackwood wakes up. She wasn't deceived by the officer in front of her, as he kept his face blank for the most part. He knew. She was a loose end. Her heart raced against her ribs, each time she beat out a warning drum. Think, Juniper. Think. She directed attention to the helicopter, where Adrian lay strapped to a stretcher, unconscious and helplessly vulnerable. The paramedics were arranging the medical supplies, getting ready to depart. She was not going to be left alone if they did. She had seconds to act. The officer's stance shifted. His hands came dangerously close to the sight of his gun. Miss Hale was a smooth voice. Too smooth. “Come with us.”. No. Every nerve screamed run. They might shoot her before she could take two steps if she fled at this time. She wore a wobbly smile, masking the shaking in her

A Sky Full of Fire. “Brace!”. Juniper barely had time to react before the world turned into chaos. The first spray of bullets tore through the helicopter's cabin, slicing through seats, ricocheting off metal, and punching holes into the walls. The medic let out a bloodcurdling scream, ducking just in time as a bullet whizzed past his ear. The pilot yelled frantically into his headset. “Mayday! Mayday! Flight 417 under attack! We need immediate—”. The radio cut off in static. Juniper clung to Adrian's stretcher, her nails digging into the fabric as the helicopter veered sideways. Her stomach lurched with the movement. The tail caught fire, flames licking hungrily across the metal. A missile streaked through the air, missing them by inches. The force of the blast sent the helicopter spinning violently. Juniper screamed, her body slamming against the wall. The medic was flung backward, crashing hard against the opposite side. “We're going down!” the pilot shouted. The airc