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?”

each one a dull reassurance that nothing was amiss. His

gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ms. Campbell has been kidnapped,” he stammered, his words tumbling out like spilled

buckled, and she stumbled backward, her

now

pressed, her voice rising as she gripped Jacob’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. Her heart pounded,

her tightened, his calm a stark contrast to her unraveling. “Easy, Kelsey,” he murmured, his tone firm

were as much for her as for himself. He knew her too well—when trouble struck, Kelsey’s world tilted, especially when it

told himself. “She needs

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

Jacob cared nothing for power or prestige. Over the years, Kelsey would sometimes complain about her mother,