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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1123
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Chapter 1123 Earlier, at the amusement park... Lise had barely stepped out of the restroom's flickering fluorescent glow when she saw them-shadowy figures tackling the kidnappers to the ground. Her heart lurched. Without a glance to identify the rescuers, she bolted.

As she neared the park's arched exit, tires screeched. A convoy of sleek black cars roared up, disgorging men in tailored suits, their movements sharp and synchronized. Morrison family muscle, no doubt.

Lise's breath hitched. If they sniffed out her role in the kidnapping, the promised payout would vanish—and her life might follow. A fate worse than death, she thought, her stomach twisting.

She froze, her eyes darting. Two men in dark jackets—ones she recognized as part of the gang Alethea had sought help from-were being dragged away by the Morrison enforcers.

Alethea had dismissed them as useless, relegating them to menial tasks.

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Now, their wrists were zip-tied, their faces bloodied. Even from fifty yards away, Lise flinched at the crack of a fist against bone. A chill slithered down her spine, as if the pain were her own.

She pivoted and fled toward the back mountain the kidnappers had mentioned—a jagged, moss-slicked ridge overlooking the sea. Her lungs burned as she scrambled up the rocky path. Then her foot slipped. She tumbled, arms flailing, off a crumbling cliff edge. A scream tore from her throat, cut short when she slammed onto a grassy ledge a dozen feet below.

Pain flared through her ribs, and scratches stung her arms, but the thick grass had cushioned her fall.

She was alive. Barely. Lise pushed herself up, wincing, and peered over the ledge's edge.

Her heart plummeted. Below, the sea churned, its waves gnashing at jagged rocks like hungry teeth. One wrong step, and she'd be pulp.

She glanced up. The cliff's lip loomed close, but the rocks glistened with moss, slick as ice in the coastal mist. No handholds. No escape.

Explore magic at ga l no vols,The ledge was narrow, barely wide enough for three people to lie shoulder to shoulder. Wind howled, salty and sharp, tugging at her hair.

Her phone-gone, lost to the sea during her fall.

She shuffled to the ledge's farthest corner, pressing her back against a cold boulder to steady her trembling legs. The crash of waves below dizzied her, each roar a reminder of her precarious perch.

What now? She had planned to take Carrie down with her, a mutual ruin. But Carrie had slipped free, safe now, while Lise teetered on the edge of oblivion. Was this her end-alone, battered, on a miserable scrap of rock? At the Hinks family estate, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Alethea perched on the sofa, her fingers wrapped around the remote in a tight grip as the TV blared.

The police commissioner's voice droned through a late-night press conference, announcing Carrie's rescue and a hefty reward for information on the kidnappers. Alethea's carefully woven plan had unraveled in hours. Her jaw clenched. How had it all gone so wrong? Rage surged. With a snarl, she hurled the remote, making it clatter across the floor.

She froze as the front door creaked open. Her parents, Jacob and Kelsey, stepped inside, their faces shadowed in the dim light.

Alethea's pulse spiked. She lunged for the remote, fumbling to mute the TV. "Dad, Mom, you're back?” Her voice quavered, betraying her nerves.

Jacob's eyes flicked to the now-silent screen. He tilted his head, his tone light but probing.

"What's' What's got you so worked up? Breaking remotes now? What were you watching?"

Jacob turned to Kelsey, softening his voice. "You've had a long day hom along daychon Why don't you take a bath? I'll whip up sdinner." Kelsey, her face drawn and distant, barely glanced at Alethea. She nodded and trudged upstairs.

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