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.

outside had settled into darkness, and

to deliver retribution, a guardian god,

air. Expecting Fraser or Lise to walk in, he looked up only to find a complete stranger blocking the exit. Something about the newcomer unsettled him deeply.

heels, reassuring himself. The guy looked like a spoiled rich kid, dressed head-to-toe in high-end

a menacing scowl, and said, “Who the hell are you? How

advanced—one steady, measured step

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, ragged with fear. “Fraser! Fraser! Where the

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gave a mocking, icy laugh and flicked something onto

with blood, landed at his feet.

kept everyone else brave. With him around, tormenting Carrie had felt safe. But if he’d known Kristopher would show up,

face, then turned her gaze back to Kristopher. Even if his memory was missing, there was something in Kristopher’s eyes—a silent