My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1104

Instead, she measured her words, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her chest. “You are right—I do not want to die. And I suspect you would rather live, too, if given the choice. How about this: let me contact the Morrisons. I will arrange for them to send you money. You had friends abroad once, connections you could tap. Take the cash, start fresh somewhere new. What do you say?”

A flicker of temptation danced in Lise’s eyes, her resolve wavering. Who would choose death over a shot at freedom? The idea of a clean slate. Yet the thought of Carrie walking away, unscathed and untouched, gnawed at her insides.

Her fingers tightened around the cigarette, the ember glowing brighter as she took another drag. Conflicted, she said nothing, her silence heavy with the weight of her indecision.

Tension hung thick over the Hinks estate.

Kelsey adjusted the cuff of her sleek navy blouse. Beside her, Jacob tugged at his tie, his jaw tight, as they prepared to depart the villa’s sprawling garden for a high-stakes business meeting. Their polished shoes clicked against the cobblestone path, a rhythm broken abruptly when a figure barreled toward them, nearly colliding with Kelsey’s shoulder.

Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the man—Tom, the one she had tasked with shadowing Carrie at the Morrison estate. “What is the matter with you?” she demanded, her voice slicing through the morning calm. “Why are you here at this hour instead of watching Carrie?”

WhatsApp reports had been mundane, each one a dull reassurance that nothing was amiss. His sudden presence, panting and pale, could

he stammered, his words tumbling out like spilled coins. “The Morrison family has already alerted

her heel catching on a cobblestone. Jacob’s

live now

Kelsey pressed, her voice rising as she gripped Jacob’s arm, her

stark contrast to her unraveling. “Easy, Kelsey,” he murmured, his tone firm yet gentle. “Let him lay it all out from the start. Panicking will

himself. He knew her too well—when trouble struck, Kelsey’s world tilted, especially when

he told himself. “She needs you to hold it

living in the shadow of their wealth. Whispers followed him, claiming his sharp mind outstripped Kelsey’s, that without him, her family’s legacy

cared nothing for power or prestige. Over the years, Kelsey would sometimes