Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck trailed a few paces behind Maja, taking the opportunity to fill Dylan in on the news that Cynthia, the woman imprisoned on

the island, was still alive. Dylan's expression was a mix of surprise and concern as he rasped a warning.

"Keep a close eye on her."

By 'her’, he meant Maja.

"Don't worry, Dylan," Beck reassured, waving him off before hastening to catch up with Maja.

The man standing beside Dylan crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Is she really your sister?"

The awkward tension between the two was far from familial.

Dylan let out a sigh, considering his own checkered past. The fact that she wasn't cursing him out was a stroke of luck in itself.

"The Olsons really don't care about what's on that island?"

The man beside him was Abner, who had also caught wind of the secrets buried on the island through his collaboration with the

Sanders.

His eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over them.

"I'm not as ambitious."

"But you've got people to protect, haven't you? You've seen the laboratories on that island. No one knows what they're

you care about. The

looking to bring you down will naturally target your

who the next victim of

such a stir because it harbored international contraband pills. With ongoing research, the

illegal substances leaked

was on edge, desperate to uncover the

seemed persuaded by this argument, leaning

Olsons will continue to provide firepower support, but I'm

was all Dylan

his face breaking into

your protection must be

his way to power over the

a different side of

a certain lady brought out Abner's

named, those who did so wished for him to

Dylan's comment, Abner's face twitched with an uncomfortable

island's underground chamber by helicopter.

the area. The chamber was heavily guarded, layers

the sight of the charred remains and scattered limbs

jarring. Several clean-up attempts had been made, yet remnants of

War was brutal.

passionate faces now silenced in death weighed heavily on

beside her, taking a deep

death is everywhere. The day after you left, international teams arrived in droves to deal with the bodies, stacking Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

as a house. Whoever set off

natives were nothing but livestock, bred by powerful families, never knowing the outside