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 so

it, who's got the gall to cause such a ruckus on Middle Island?" Ralap muttered angrily. "Take Oliver with you back to

other families. We must deal with this

posed a direct threat to the resources of Inner Island's ruling

they planned for lan.

"Understood, boss."

contact the Elder; tell him we have an urgent

a man revered by the families. Quentin was much more than a collaborator like

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

centuries, and his word was law.

at stake, they turned

already aware that K's men had made their move. He

Island, but the assault was launched in the Forbidden Island, which was a blatant disregard for

darkly, wiping the blood from

forces, and

to take things this far, Quentin was ready to

cby helicopter. At least thirty have been sighted so

"Find out if anything else has happened within the organization besides the capture of the

Elder."

since morning, and it

well.

frown deepened. "Forget it then. Just fight. I want to see if K has the guts to destroy

Island, a fleet of massive ships lay in wait. Philip lounged on

watched helicopters

under lockdown; no vessel would pass by for days, so

he obliterated the island, he would make it

lan, and the

upon her trail, and

island—not yet. He wanted to see her,

once said to him? That he was too consumed by

those

expression morphed into the