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.

moonlight, Allison emerged from the water like a siren, her wet hair clinging to her face, her presence both deadly and

gaze,

up onto

you alright? she asked, extending a

the salty seawater, but he managed to

Ill live.

grasped her hand, and as their fingers

Kellan looked at her and asked, Allison… arent you afraid of dying? He had never addressed

about this moment, about her, made the formalities

reserved demeanor, he harbored a secret thirst

he realized Allison made his heart

something in her a madness beneath the surface that gave him a sense of

events of the night

hadnt taken those crucial steps forward, or if they had jumped

wet strand of hair

wasnt one

had become

despite its tedious annoyances, was peaceful

that ordinary life, she wasnt tied

between liking something

she was a killer a woman who had spilled blood without

bowed to fear or

didnt belong in

those who take

hesitation thats what

end up like

Blown to bits.

curled her

been able to make

Kellans throat tightened.

Ms.