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.

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

met her gaze, something

hauled him up onto

you alright? she asked, extending a hand to him

salty seawater, but he managed to rasp, Just a

Ill live.

grasped her hand, and as their fingers

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

this moment, about her, made the

reserved demeanor, he harbored a secret thirst for

heart race

was something in her a madness beneath the

the night haunted

they had jumped a second later, theyd have perished along

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

She wasnt one

had become second nature to

its tedious annoyances, was peaceful compared

that ordinary life, she wasnt tied to

a vast difference between liking something

killer a woman who had spilled blood

never bowed to

in Ontdale, not

who take risks and

hesitation thats what

you hesitate, youll end up

Blown to bits.

her

yet has been

Kellans throat tightened.

Ms.