The Wrong Woman

Mila's unwavering gaze held steady, exuding confidence as she asserted, "Oliver, you can't kill Nate. You're not even close to being his match."

Oliver's sneer deepened, tears staining his flushed cheeks. His laughter turned sinister, and his expression hardened as he gripped Mila's chin, forcing her to meet his icy stare.

"You're right. I'm not his match. He's a defense general in Norvania, and I'm just an ordinary guy.

"But with you by my side, Chubs, I have the upper hand."

Mila's chuckle was laced with ice, devoid of fear. "Even so, you still can't take him down."

"You're wrong. I can do it right now," Oliver declared with unwavering conviction.

Mila's heart plummeted, anxiety tightening its grip, making it hard for her to swallow. Fear and unease consumed her thoughts.

Oliver's tone softened as he spoke, "Put the child down. I'll take you to him."

from Mila's face, her shock evident as her heart raced. "Could it be real? Has Oliver truly

the infant seat. Trembling with nervousness, Mila attempted to reclaim her son, but Oliver seized her arm and pulled her away. "Let's go. I'll take

turned to jelly

villa, they were met with the misty rain and chilly breeze, the coldness slicing through them like

by the rain, her vision blurred as Oliver led her forward. They passed through

was dug in the ground, surrounded by

they drew closer, Mila recognized

tied up with his mouth gagged. His eyes lighted up with excitement at the sight of Mila The armed men held him firmly in

like it had been torn apart, bloodied and raw. The pain pierced deep into her bones. Fear coursed through her, shaking her to

forward, but Oliver's grip on her arm held her firm, halting her

tear-streaked vision, she stared at

Nate, please! I'm begging