Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The night was chaos incarnate.

Maja couldn't fathom Patric's endgame, but the cacophony of blasts reverberating through the air was a clear indicator that he had

rigged explosives across multiple locations.

How much of Eric's memory had he assimilated? These bombs weren't bought; they were handcrafted by the man himself.

Eric was a prodigy with a penchant for the elemental, and for him, crafting bombs was a walk in the park.

Maja furrowed her brows, as she smelled the stench of blood undeniable in the air, mingling with the howls and wails that seemed

to ride the waves of the explosions.

Patric's move was merciless, not intended to spare anyone, even the Bradshaws.

She took a deep breath, but found the sulfur hanging heavy and acrid in the air made her stomach churn.

Patric held her close with one arm, while the other hastily wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his bleeding wound.

"Patric, where the hell are you taking me?" Maja's voice was tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

Why stir up this hornet's nest?

If he wanted to get out, why not just team up with lan? After all, they had entered this mess together.

Why go to such lengths, planting bombs everywhere?

Was his plan to let lan die, to throw the Bradshaws into disarray, and to cause an uproar on Forbidden Island so as to make it

slipping away in the chaos?

And why take her along? If he had left her behind, he could already be in ssafe haven by now.

"Shut up!" Patric barked, as he hoisted her up and trudged forward.

The thick dust in the air choked him and made him cough a bit, and suddenly, faint footsteps caught his attention.

Then, a man's voice cut through the turmoil.

"Hand her over."

It was lan's voice.

stiffened, half-convinced that

to be at the Bradshaws' tonight, where the bombs were the

he

could see the figure next to him clearly—it was

cloak, lan wielded

bullet that had whizzed by earlier had been his

his

"Why are you here?"

bombs he'd set, there should've been no survivors

lan so

warning, lan fired, and the bullet stroke Patric

grip failed, and Maja slipped from his

lan caught her effortlessly.

her

in the leg, now took a hit to the shoulder, but he felt no pain—all he did was fixing

silent scrutiny.

the moment they had entered Forbidden Island together; back then,

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

short span to make Patric hate

lan commanded his

to pick up Oliver Porter, and then it's off to the South District Mental Hospital on Outer

"Understood, Mr. Raymond."

the head of the Porter family

had promised to get Oliver

the Bradshaws nearly decimated, no one paid mind to lan's whereabouts.

to investigate

wounds, and too preoccupied to concern

had Patric's

feet, but Patric could only glare at lan, consumed

everything perfectly for tonight, by successfully turning

Bradshaws.

Island, but somewhere, somehow, it