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!

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

were totally

was all they could

...

low

snaked along a winding mountain road, its tires gripping the asphalt just feet from a

vehicle,

cane with a silver-engraved handle. His striking, almost otherworldly face was expressionless, icy and

"...Mmm."

sound escaped the

emerald eyes dropped to her face as she slowly blinked awake, her gaze childlike

so suddenly? And why did she wake up to such devastatingly handsome features... It took her a long moment to realize

what was going

was swimming. Everything

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

the man leaned closer, the heavy scent of roses enveloped her-rich,

as she breathed it in, the pain in her head softened, enough for her to let out a shaky breath. Her hand, weak and trembling, came to rest on his

...That scent.

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

tumbled out, panic rising, and she tried to pull away. She didn't notice the flash of darkness in the

escaping.

locked around her waist, holding her firmly

and for

angel, have you

Little angel?