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.

like a siren, her wet hair clinging to her face,

gaze,

up

she asked, extending a hand

in the salty seawater, but he managed to rasp, Just a

Ill live.

their fingers entwined, she

looked at her and asked, Allison… arent you afraid of dying? He

about this moment, about her, made the formalities

a composed and reserved demeanor, he

made his heart race in a way

her a madness beneath the surface

of the night

forward, or if they had jumped a second later, theyd

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

She wasnt one to be easily

death had become second

despite its tedious annoyances, was peaceful compared to

she liked that ordinary

was a vast difference between liking something and being bound by

was a killer a woman who had

never bowed to fear

didnt belong in Ontdale, not

those who take

thats what gets

end up like

Blown to bits.

faint smile curled her lips, cold

has been

Kellans throat tightened.

Ms.