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."

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

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

to jelly with

exited the villa, they were met with the misty rain and chilly breeze,

drenched by the rain, her vision blurred as Oliver led her forward. They passed through the front garden pathway, heading toward the

large pit was dug in the ground, surrounded by two armed men and a

they drew closer, Mila

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

torn apart, bloodied and raw. The pain pierced deep into her bones.

but Oliver's grip on her arm held her

tear-streaked vision, she stared at

pleaded, "Oliver, release Nate, please! I'm begging you. I'll agree to anything you ask, just