Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As lan and Oliver were left alone, the tension in the room was palpable.

Ralap, a man known for his caution, had stationed guards outside of lan's dwelling since the night before.

It was a charade of protection that thinly veiled his true intentions—surveillance. Ralap was after the medicine, a valuable

commodity in their cutthroat world. Now that it was gone, his unease was evident, yet he knew better than to lay a finger on lan.

As soon as the door closed, Oliver stood up, and brushed off the invisible dust from his jeans in a gesture of readiness.

"So, lan, when are we making our move?" he asked, the casual tone belying the gravity of their situation.

lan's gaze drifted toward the window; dusk was only a few hours away. He had deliberately leaked his location to the hounds who

were baying for his blood. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were under K's command.

K's influence seemed to have spread even here. Undoubtedly, K was holding back for sreason—if not, they would have been

wiped off the map with a single bomb, rather than this elaborate hunt within the island's confines.

But tonight, K's men would come. And when they did, amidst the clash with Ralap's forces, lan and Oliver would slip away to find

Maja.

Oliver didn't wait for an answer; he knew the pattern of their conversations well enough. Together, they silently bid their time.

Two hours later, the calm was shattered by the distant sound of gunfire. Ralap sat erect in the parlor, sipping his tea. Upon hearing

the shots, he turned to his most trusted aide.

"Go check what's happening."

But before the aide could move, the sporadic gunfire turned into a cacophony of chaos.

"Boss, I'll cover you. We need to get out of here," the aide insisted as Ralap's expression soured. Had his enemies dared to

Middle Island

cause such a ruckus on Middle Island?" Ralap muttered angrily. "Take Oliver with you back

other families. We must

to the resources of Inner

they planned for lan.

"Understood, boss."

the Elder; tell him we have

'Elder' was Quentin, a man revered by the families. Quentin was much more than a collaborator

held the keys to all of Forbidden Island's surveillance, and therefore he was privy to every

for centuries, and his word was law. Now, with the

they turned to him for

men had made their move. He had expected a confrontation with K

Island,

darkly, wiping the

all our island forces,

enough to take things this far,

cby helicopter. At least thirty have been sighted so far,"

out if anything else has

Elder."

it was likely that K's men had seized

well.

Just fight. I want to

in wait. Philip lounged on

he watched

surrounding waters were under lockdown; no vessel would pass by for days, so their operations would

the island, he would make

and the Holy Daughter. His

upon her trail, and Philip

yet. He wanted

he was too consumed by darkness to lead, that

those around

quickly his expression morphed into the warm and gentle mask