Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 174: Carlos was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

Instinctively, he stumbled back, fear gripping him as everything unraveled.

Orders were forgotten; survival was all that mattered.

In blind panic, the men scattered, shouting, Run! Shes reckless enough to take us all down with her! Even Chris, driven by sheer instinct, bolted without a clear sense of direction, his steps frantic and aimless.

No one could have predicted Allisons actions.

Her calm exterior shattered, revealing a boldness that bordered on madness, especially with the explosives now in play explosives powerful enough to kill them all.

In the split second the explosives were hurled, Kellan seized a narrow window to escape.

No longer held at gunpoint, he thrust an elbow backward and, amid the chaos, staggered a few steps forward.

Allisons hand latched onto his.

Hold on! she commanded, and just as the explosion erupted, they both dove into the icy water.

It all happened in a blur.

The pier trembled as the explosions shockwaves tore through the air.

Allison and Kellan disappeared beneath the waters surface, the freezing depths shielding them from the full force of the blast.

The icy water cut through their skin like knives, yet Kellan could still feel the warmth of Allisons hand gripping his.

Somehow, that touch dispelled the bone-deep cold.

Underwater, Kellan caught a glimpse of Allisons dark, flowing hair and her sharp, dangerous eyes serene, yet brimming with unspoken intensity.

His heart pounded, each beat echoing the violent explosions above, as if it too might burst from his chest.

The surface of the water reflected the flames in eerie contrast, where the glowing inferno clashed with the depths of icy blue.

It was strangely beautiful.

emerged from the water like a siren, her wet hair clinging

met her gaze, something

him up onto

extending a hand

the salty seawater, but he managed to rasp, Just

Ill live.

hand, and as their fingers entwined, she pulled him

asked, Allison… arent you afraid of dying? He had never addressed her by her first

her, made the formalities

often maintained a composed and reserved demeanor, he

his heart race in a way nothing else

a madness beneath the surface that

the

crucial steps forward, or if they had jumped a

I be afraid? Allison asked, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her

didnt we? She wasnt

become second

Ontdale, despite its tedious annoyances, was peaceful compared

while she liked that ordinary life,

difference between liking something and being

down, she was a killer a woman

to fear or

didnt belong in Ontdale,

steady and unyielding, only those who take risks and succeed can afford to talk

thats what gets

youll end up like the

Blown to bits.

smile curled her lips,

has been

Kellans throat tightened.

Ms.