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

hit someone you care about.

will naturally target your loved ones. My father was powerful,

next victim of this poison

Island had caused such a stir because it harbored international contraband pills. With

had those illegal substances leaked

desperate to uncover the island's sinister

seemed persuaded by this argument, leaning back casually

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

all

reached out a hand, his

your protection must

Abner was ruthless, having clawed his way to power

a different side

the frequent texts from a certain lady

those who did so

Abner's face

and Beck arrived at the island's underground chamber by

chamber was heavily guarded, layers of

devastation, Maja grimaced. Even forewarned, the sight of

clean-up attempts had been made,

War was brutal.

faces now silenced in death

taking a deep breath

to deal with the bodies, stacking Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

as a house. Whoever set off

natives were nothing but livestock, bred by powerful families, never knowing the outside world. They dreamed