Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

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Chapter 296

Olivia

“Olivia! Where are you going? Can’t you hear the gunshots outside?” Marcus’s voice was frantic, laced with desperation as it cut through the tense silence that had gripped the house. I didn’t have time to stop. I didn’t have time to explain. I was already halfway to the door, driven by a single thought, Samuel. My son. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could feel it reverberating in my throat.

1 glanced at Marcus over my shoulder, barely registering his words. “Samuel is out there,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I was speaking to him or to myself. The words felt empty, hollow, like an echo of the dread that had taken root in my bones.

His eyes widened in shock as realization hit him. He took step forward as if to stop me, but I didn’t have time to wait. My legs were already carrying me toward the front door. I reached for the handle, my hand trembling, and pushed the door open.

What greeted me outside made my blood run cold. It was worse than anything I had ever seen. Worse than the worst scene from any movie. It was the aftermath of something I couldn’t comprehend. It was like stepping into a war documentary, one that captured the raw brutality of conflict, but with the horrifying difference that the war was not over, it was still happening.

Istaggered back, my breath catching in my throat as I looked out at the chaos unfolding before me. The front yard was littered with bodies, men, bloodied and broken, scattered across the ground in every direction. The stench of death filled the air, thick and suffocating. The world outside my front door had become a battleground. But the worst part? The war wasn’t over. It was still ongoing.

I scanned the area, my eyes darting frantically over the scene, desperately searching for any sign of Samuel. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my heart raced with the unbearable weight of my fear. But all that greeted me were the dead.

Bodies in various stages of lifelessness, sprawled across the ground in grotesque, unnatural positions. I recognized some of them. The men in all black, Xander’s men. Their cold, unfeeling eyes now staring into nothing. And then there were Marcus’s and Luke’s men, their uniforms slightly different, but no less grim in their finality.

I wanted to scream, wanted to cry out for Samuel, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let fear consume me. I had to find him. I had to make sure he was okay.

My mind raced. I couldn’t understand how many men Xander had sent. How had he managed to orchestrate such a brutal attack? Had he known that his plan on the island would fail and devised a contingency plan, a backup strategy to guarantee his victory here? How far had he gone to ensure his success?

than the last. But I couldn’t waste time thinking about

threshold of the house, stepping out onto the blood–soaked earth that had once been a safe

sense of the chaos around me. My eyes locked on the small figures lying among the men, the smaller bodies tangled in a way that sent an icy shiver through my veins. Ithought I saw something, a flash of a small hand, a flicker of movement, but it was just a shadow, a trick of

Where was my son?

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please be okay. Please

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movement more oment, but the ringing in my ears

like It was going to burst. My legs wobbled as desperate than the last. The gunshots had stopped for the was just as deafening as the sound of the firing

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a volce. It came from

“Mail We are here.

the entrance, I saw the guard, James. His face was ashen, his eyes wide with concern. I could barely focus on him, though. My gaze shifted immediately to

finally, was

gave out bebeath me as I rushed toward him, my heart swelling with relief. Samuel was standing there, his wide eyes filled with confusion and fear, but he was alive. He was alive. My

I dropped to my knees, pulling him into my arms. He stiffened for a moment, then clung to me, his little arms wrapping around my neck as if he never wanted

I whispered soothing words into his ear,

his footsteps heavy on the ground as he approached us. He looked at