My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1115

“Smash!” A thunderous bang jolted the room as the door was kicked wide open, sending Carrie’s head snapping up in alarm.

Her eyes flew wide.

There, framed in the doorway, stood a pair of eyes she would recognize anywhere.

Kristopher’s eyes burned with a fierce, stormy rage, danger seething beneath the surface. Only when he caught sight of Carrie did that lethal glare soften, if only a fraction.

He lingered in the doorway, backlit so his face was cast in shadow, sharp angles and cold resolve lending him an air of icy menace.

Carrie froze, caught off guard, her mind momentarily blanking out the fact that she was still trapped in the kidnapper’s grasp.

darkness, and the faint halo behind him made him appear almost supernatural—like death stepping through the

tonight, death wasn’t here for her. He had come to deliver retribution, a guardian god, and in

Lise to walk in, he looked up only to find a complete stranger blocking the exit. Something about the newcomer unsettled him deeply. He hadn’t even moved, yet the chill in the air was unmistakable, triggering an urge

dug in his heels, reassuring himself. The guy looked like a spoiled rich kid,

shoulders, forced his features into a menacing scowl, and said,

nothing. He simply advanced—one steady, measured step at

Dressed only in boxers and with his knife still lying uselessly on the bed, he searched the room in vain for anything that could be used as a weapon. With nothing to defend himself, his only choice was to clamp his arm tighter around Carrie’s neck, inching backward in retreat. His voice rose,

uploaded on

laugh and flicked something

the man jerked his gaze downward—a chain, splattered with blood, landed at his feet. Recognition hit instantly. Fraser’s chain. A chill

the most ruthless—the one who kept everyone else brave. With him around, tormenting Carrie had felt safe. But if he’d known Kristopher would show up, he would never have crossed

gaze back to Kristopher. Even if his memory was missing, there was something in Kristopher’s eyes—a silent message. A