The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 552 The inan said, "We're in contact through the phone. I'll only get the next set of instructions after we succeed." Not only that, but the police had also discovered a trove of cover photos on his phone. They were all of Marve She'd been targeted from the moment she arrived in Naso.

"Their stalking is calculated and deliberate. Aiden concluded. "Rosie, you might be a target of someone with a vendetta or someone you don't even know Maeve felt a chill crawl up her spine. Suddenly, this whole situation seemed strangely familiar, She thought. Something like this had happened before, back in Brancia.

Whenever I am alone, I seem to attract trouble.

Could it be... that this is the work of the sperson?" After leaving the police station, Aiden handed Maeve his phone number and told her to reach out if she needed anything He advised her to avoid quiet, isolated areas for now to reduce the risk of further trouble. Maeve nodded, her voice soft. Thanks for today... I'm lucky you were there." Maeve was like a wilting flower, her energy drained by the day, leaving her looking a little lost and pitiful. She was about the sage as his sister back home, and to Aiden. Maeve still seemed like a young girl. "Don't worry too much," he reassured her. "After failing this tthey probably won't risk targeting you again for a while." He added. "I'll be around for another two days, so if anything comes up, you can count on me." Maeve wasn't sure why, but she blurted out a "thank you" before she even fully processed what he had said.

It didn't make sense. They weren't close, and logically, she shouldn't be bothering him.

She thought. There's something about the Soar brothers, especially Ryan and Aiden. They just have this way about them, like I can talk to them as if I've known them forever as if there's no awkwardness. It's almost like they have this... magnetic pull.

It's like they're part of sworld where everything feels easy.

Could it be that I let my guard down because of the comfort of knowing someone familiar?' Maeve thought it over, unaware that Aiden's gaze had lingered on the faint crescent-shaped birthmark on the back of her neck. His eyes were fixed on it for a long moment.

That shape... if he remembered correctly, his uncle, Lee, had the sbirthmark, in the splace.

A lawyer's mind tended to wander, and soon Aiden was entertaining wild possibilities 'Could Maeve be related to Lee?' he wondered.

He chuckled to himself. That was absurd. Lee didn't even have a daughter. What could a birthmark possibly mean? Was this a case of his profession getting the better of him? Aiden had been planning to return to Kleymond in two days to prepare for an upcoming trial, but a call from the law firm 1/4 14:12 Mon, Jan 13 L GW.

Chapter 39 had torves hún to nish bark at right in the morning.

Maeve was still asleep, so he left a note on her door explaining to departure and hurried off after taking care of the essentials.

Maeve woke up, went downstairs for breakfast, and didn't give Allens absence a second thought After the events of yesterday, she had no plans to leave the guesthouse, Instead, she spent the day indors Ewould often bring her snacks and treats, keeping Marve company and preventing her from feeling too bored By the tMaeve woke from her afternoon nap, the sky outside the window was painted with a fiery sunset. Dinner twas fast approaching.

Maeve washed up and headed downstairs. As she reached the star well, she overheard a couple talking. "Those twins were so cute earlier, wearing matching dungarees. They were absolutely adorable." "Yeah, and their names are so cute. Will and Theo.

"I saw them running toward that old attic. They said they were going to find their mom, but it looked pretty dangerous in there...

The mention of Will and Theo made Maeve freeze in her tracks. Without a second thought, she spun around and dashed up the stairs to stop the couple. "Excuse me, which attic did the twins go to?" "Uh. it's the one down the street, the old empty loft. It used to be a cosmetics shop. They ran in hand in hand, the girl replied.

"Thanks!" Maeve called over her shoulder.

Her heart was racing.

She thought, "They've always been so determined, those two. It's no surprise they'd clooking for me.

But after what happened yesterday, I can't help but worry. What if something happens to them too? I can't afford to think about anything else right now, I just have to find my Theo and Will. The street behind the guesthouse was old, and many of the locals had long since moved away The attic was thick with dust. When the door was pushed open, creaked heavily, and inside, only unwanted furniture remained, scattered in the vast emptiness.

"Will! Theo!" Maeve shouted into the silence, her voice echoing "Are you in there? If you are, make a sound!" When there was no response, a sudden chill crept over Maeve. Her gut twisted with a bad feeling.

Instinctively, she started to step back, but then a sound cfrom behind her.

Before she could make sense of what it was, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and her vision blacked Instant.

It felt as though a century had passed.

1 in an Chapter 349 Maeve lay there, disos tented, her body burning with feverish he as though her skin was on the verge of being sched Even moving a fingri felt imposible

She could smell the acrid, suffocating scent of something burning, and the crackling of flames echoed in her cars, sending a prickling sensation across him scalp She pondered. What happened? Where am 17 With great effort, Macve's eyelids fluttered open.

Fire Everywhere, there was fire.

The door, windows, and beams were all engulfed in crimson flames, twisting and leaping, threatening to devour her at any moment.

She tried to move, but panic gripped her as she realized she couldn't.

She could only move her eyes. Her body, every part of it, was beyond her control, her voice, too.

No. Will and Theo... they're probably in danger too. I can't just lie here, helpless, waiting to burn. I can't, have to move! I have to do I th something! she thought. With all her strength, Maeve gritted her teeth and tried to get up. But in her effort, she bit her lip, drawing blood, yet still, ber body refused to move an inch. "Clang!" A charred beam fell from above, landing right by her feet. Flames flickered and danced on it, threatening to catch her pants Maeve had never felt so hopeless. She knew that if she could just stand up, she could escape through the window, but she was completely powerless.

The smoke thickened, filling her lungs with searing pain, and tears streamed from her eyes, stinging from the heat and the smoke.

Her awareness was slipping away, dragged under by the fire, her mind fogging, her eyelids growing impossibly heavy "Bang! Bang!" The wooden door, tightly sealed by the flames, suddenly rattled with violent force. Someone outside kicked it repeatedly until it finally gave way and collapsed.

The sound barely reached Maeve's fading consciousness. She struggled to open her eyes, hex blurry vision catching a familiar figure charging toward her through the flatnes, rushing in without hesitation. It sounded like someone was calling her name, desperately shounng for her. After a brief pause, they ran toward her.

At that moment, a piece of red-hot wood 'from the ceiling cracked and plummeted toward her.

Maeve shut her eyes, bracing for the impact. What greeted her was an overwhelming darkness, and the last sound she heard was a muffled groan.

The scent of burning flesh spread through the air.