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.

hallucination. The evening outside had settled into darkness, and the

wasn’t here for her. He had come to deliver retribution, a

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

the man dug in his heels, reassuring himself. The guy looked like a spoiled rich kid, dressed head-to-toe in high-end labels—surely, he couldn’t be a

and said, “Who the hell are you? How did you get in

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

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,

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laugh and flicked something onto

man jerked his gaze downward—a chain, splattered with blood, landed at his feet. Recognition

stammered, his bravado crumbling. Fraser had always been 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

the tremor in his grip. She risked a glance at his pale face, then turned her gaze back to Kristopher. Even if his memory was