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

upon Middle Island so

the gall to cause such a ruckus on Middle Island?" Ralap muttered angrily. "Take Oliver with

with the other families. We

of Inner Island's ruling families. They had to eradicate them

they planned for lan.

"Understood, boss."

contact the Elder; tell him we have

by the families. Quentin was much more than a collaborator

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

the rules that governed Forbidden Island for centuries, and his

at stake, they turned to him

Quentin was already aware that K's men had made their move. He had expected a

in the Forbidden Island, which was a blatant disregard

darkly, wiping the blood from his

our island forces, and

was mad enough to take things this far, Quentin

K's forces cby helicopter. At least thirty have been sighted so far,"

move," Quentin noted. "Find out if anything else has happened within the organization

Elder."

been lost since morning, and it was likely that K's men had seized the other

well.

deepened. "Forget it then. Just fight. I want to see if K has

a fleet of massive ships lay in wait. Philip lounged on the deck of one, swirling a

watched helicopters swarm

under lockdown; no vessel would pass by

if he obliterated the island, he would make it escaping

The island harbored Maja, lan, and the Holy Daughter. His agents at the Mental Hospital

her trail, and

He wanted

too consumed by darkness to lead, that

to those around

a smile, but quickly his expression morphed into the warm and gentle mask he wore as Phelps back