Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

lan was rolling with the real deal, a crew of ace players who breezed through the talent screening like it was child's play.

Before long, fourteen of the bunch had made the cut and were herded into a spacious van, told they were headed off for some

intensive training.

Gazing out the window, lan overheard the chatter inside.

"Man, I can't believe I made it. Gonna rake in sserious dough this time."

"If I bag three hundred bucks, I'm set for life. Mom and Dad would feel proud."

"Dude, imagine rolling up in your own ride. We're talking about Wall Street, the glitziest joint on the planet."

lan leaned back, his eyes growing dark. Not the glitziest, more like the most terrifying hellhole imaginable.

The van kept pushing on, and besides lan and his companions, no one had a clue where this so-called intensive training was taking

place.

After a solid four-hour drive, they cto a halt deep in the mountain ranges.

The driver hopped out for a quick pow-wow, and then barked at everyone with dialect to disembark and line up.

lan could catch the drift of the local lingo but the specifics of the driver's dialect eluded him. The message was clear though:

someone was coming to lead them, and they'd better put on a good show.

and fourteen arrived to take charge - one

their guides for mentors ready to prep them for the

group. His people weren't by his side;

cliffside where staff began roll

headcount confirmed everyone's

this was no research hub's epicenter but a remote appendage, undoubtedly linked to the

word, he followed down the entrance into a lobby, then

must, which included

a hazmat suit into a room until they brandished

leave this place alive.

cat him, lan grabbed the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged

opening to scream, but consciousness suddenly

the unconscious man, then stepped out to find more hazmat-clad

saw the downed man in lan's room, and

and in that

both slipped into

low-tier workers were plentiful and restricted to this zone, barred from

the strict compartmentalization of the research

Forbidden Island.

might let you buy your way from Outer to Inner, but here, money was worthless. Worse

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

the research base, geniuses from around the globe were assembled. But the talk of the town

the “monster” of

outside the glass facade, contemplating the living weapon they'd bred. The weapon was just eighteen or so,