The Wrong Woman

Mila's unwavering gaze held steady, exuding confidence as she asserted, "Oliver, you can't kill Nate. You're not even close to being his match."

Oliver's sneer deepened, tears staining his flushed cheeks. His laughter turned sinister, and his expression hardened as he gripped Mila's chin, forcing her to meet his icy stare. "You're right. I'm not his match. He's a defense general in Norvania, and I'm just an ordinary guy.

"But with you by my side, Chubs, I have the upper hand."

Mila's chuckle was laced with ice, devoid of fear. "Even so, you still can't take him down."

"You're wrong. I can do it right now," Oliver declared with unwavering conviction.

Mila's heart plummeted, anxiety tightening its grip, making it hard for her to swallow. Fear and unease consumed her thoughts.

Oliver's tone softened as he spoke, "Put the child down. I'll take you to him."

At that moment, the color drained from Mila's face, her shock evident as her heart raced. "Could it be real? Has Oliver truly captured Nate?" she pondered.

Oliver swiftly took Jasper from her arms and placed him in the infant seat. Trembling with nervousness, Mila attempted to reclaim her son, but Oliver seized her arm and pulled her away. "Let's go. I'll take you to see him now."

turned to

with the misty rain and chilly breeze, the coldness slicing through

her vision blurred as Oliver led her

large pit was dug in the ground, surrounded by two armed

closer, Mila recognized

was tied up with

Mila The armed men held him firmly implace,

it had been torn apart, bloodied and

pierced deep into homet

her,

She yearned to rush forward, but Oliver's grip on her arm held her firm, halting her

the rain intensified, blurring Mila's tear-streaked vision, she stared at Nathan

Nate, please! I'm begging you. I'll agree to anything you ask,

must end him. If

clutching Oliver's pants, her