All Chapters of They Regretted Betraying The Wrong Man: Chapter 11
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The man in the Arena
Chapter 11: The Man in the ArenaThe train yard at night was a skeleton of rust and shadow. Warehouse 7 stood at the end, its corrugated metal walls silvered by a sliver of moon. The air smelled of oil, decay, and cold.Adrian walked toward it, the duffel heavy on his shoulder. His heart was a frantic bird in a cage of ribs, but his face was a still pond. This was the flaw. The human flaw. He couldn’t let his brother be broken for his revenge.This was what Victor knew. It was the lever that could move the ghost.He stopped fifty feet from the warehouse door. No lights shone inside, but he felt the eyes on him. From the roof. From the dark windows of a nearby office. Victor’s hunters.He dropped the duffel in the gravel. It landed with a soft thud. He raised his empty hands.The door screeched open, a black mouth in the metal wall.A man stood there, backlit. One of the Aegis men from the photos. He jerked his head. “Inside. Slow.”Adrian walked. Gravel crunched under his boots, the o
The runaway wife
Chapter 12: The Runaway WifeAdrian stood frozen between two rusted train cars, the cold metal biting through his coat. The alert on his laptop screen glowed, a tiny sun of shocking information in the dark yard.$850,000. Offshore. Tonight.His mind, still buzzing from the high-stakes standoff, scrambled to process it. This changed everything. Lena wasn't just a victim in a gilded cage. She was a player. She had a plan. And her plan involved leaving.A strange, hollow feeling bloomed in his chest. Not jealousy. Not even betrayal. It was the disorientation of realizing the story you’ve been telling yourself is wrong. He had seen her as a prize Victor had stolen, a symbol of his own loss. But she was a person, making her own desperate moves on a dangerous board.The emotionless ghost was gone. In its place was a confused, tired man, standing in the dirt.He heard a scuffling sound nearby and snapped the laptop shut, melting back into shadow. It was Mark, stumbling through the gravel, lo