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!

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. Mila didn't

were totally

was all they

...

low

mountain road, its tires gripping the asphalt just feet

the vehicle, silence

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,

"...Mmm."

sound escaped

face as she slowly blinked awake, her gaze childlike and pure, clouded

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

was going

was swimming.

a sharp pain stabbed through her skull, as though she'd been struck from behind. It was an agony that prickled all over, making sweat break

As the man leaned closer, the heavy scent of

for her to let out a shaky breath. Her hand,

...That scent.

The man's voice was low, deep,

she jolted back to herself. "Who are you? Why am here? Where's Conrad?" The words tumbled out, panic rising, and she tried to pull away. She didn't notice the flash of darkness in the man's green eyes at the mention of Conrad, nor did she

escaping.

around her waist, holding her firmly against him.

for a moment

angel, have

Little angel?