Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Felicity had always been part of the game, even if she never realized it herself.

But up until now, they'd managed to keep her safe.

Now she was in Cossio's hands.

The very thought of it made Mila's blood boil.

What in God's name were those two men thinking?

"Forcing the enemy out of hiding," Forrest said suddenly. "They're probably running out of patience. Besides, even if Cossio is here, it's not easy for him to pin down a location. If Felicity is too well protected, the other side will just grow more cautious... Loosening the guard a bit might actually give us an opening."

It was a risky move, though.

One wrong step and the whole plan would collapse.

It would all come down to who reacted faster.

Mila covered her face with both hands, then let them slide up to clutch the garland atop her head, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth. "I get it. But what if we can't get her back?"

What if something goes wrong again?

There were so many uncertainties.

This was pure gambling-sheer recklessness!

No one seemed to care about Felicity's safety at all.

A bunch of cold-hearted bastards!

Mila had no choice. She could only start combing through the surveillance footage, checking the guest list for anyone suspicious, hoping for a lead... To whisk someone away from a party with this much security, there was no way Cossio's people weren't involved.

were totally

all they

...

sun dipped low

along a winding mountain road, its tires

vehicle, silence

a black overcoat sat in the back seat, his gloved hand wrapped around a blackwood cane with a silver-engraved handle. His striking, almost otherworldly face was expressionless, icy and remote. But what truly seemed out of place was the delicate, pale woman lying limply in his arms, her skin so translucent

"...Mmm."

escaped

she slowly blinked awake, her

And why did she wake up to such devastatingly handsome features... It took her a long

was

head was swimming. Everything

barely above a whisper. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain stabbed through her skull, as though she'd been struck

cool fingertips pressed gently against her aching temple. As the man leaned closer,

as she breathed it in, the pain in her head softened, enough for her to let out a shaky

...That scent.

it still hurt?" The man's voice was low, deep, right by her ear.

am here? Where's Conrad?" The words tumbled out, panic rising, and she tried to pull away. She didn't notice the flash of

escaping.

holding

senses, and for a

little angel, have you forgotten

Little angel?