Chapter 259
Alexander couldn’t fathom the thought of Isabella dying here—not like this.
Perhaps it was the gravity of his words, spoken in the face of such imminent peril, that lingered in the air like a gathering storm.
For a fleeting heartbeat, Isabella found herself frozen, her gaze locked onto the intensity of his piercing eyes.
She had always been the protector, the one who shielded others.
Never before had a man demanded that she save herself.
Alexander’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper.
“The mastermind behind this has been pulling strings for too long.”
“They wouldn’t send just two hired killers.”
“If something happens to me, Ms. Sinclair…” His voice cracked. “Will you look after Amelia? She cares for you deeply.”
Isabella’s mind blanked, shock crashing over her like an icy wave.
It was clear—Alexander was entrusting Amelia to her, as if preparing for the worst.
“I don’t do sentimental nonsense,” she snapped, her voice sharp as steel. “And I never agreed to this. Amelia is your responsibility, not mine.”
Before she could even reach for the car door, Alexander pressed the lock button on his key fob, sealing her inside.
“Ms. Sinclair,” he said, his voice dropping, eyes dark with resolve. “Someone will come for you soon. You never should have been dragged into this.”
To Alexander, the threat wasn’t just real—it was lethal.
He knew these men were prepared to die with him.
His only goal was to ensure Isabella walked away alive.
“Alexander!” Isabella shouted, trapped inside the car.
Through the confined space, she spotted two helicopters roaring toward them, their blades whipping the air into chaos.
Her pulse spiked. The wind howled, tension thick enough to choke on.
Alexander stood like an unshakable force against the gale, his shirt billowing. His towering frame radiated danger.
“I’ve already uncovered who you are,” he said coldly, his gaze locked onto the man in the black cap. “Death row inmates with nothing left to lose.”
The man smirked, a chilling laugh escaping him. “Impressive, Mr. Kingsley. Didn’t think you’d figure that out.”
He yanked open his jacket—revealing a bomb strapped to his chest.
“He’s armed!” someone screamed.
The man in the cap erupted into manic laughter. “Alexander Kingsley, I know all about you—the infamous Mr. Kingsley. My brother and I? We were paid well for this.”
“So don’t make any sudden moves, or we all go up in flames right here on this shore!”
His taunt sent terror through Amelia’s wide eyes.
Bound and trembling, her face drained of color, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent panic.
She tried to speak, but her lips only quivered—no sound escaped.
Alexander’s fury ignited as he watched Amelia’s neck trapped in the grip of one of the kidnappers.
Every instinct in him screamed to tear them apart.
“Stop!” he commanded, his voice lethal.
Amelia flinched violently, her distress carving into him like a blade.
“Let Amelia go,” Alexander said, his tone unyielding, “and I won’t just spare your lives—I’ll double whatever your employer promised.”
His voice was calm, but the threat beneath it was unmistakable.
“But if Amelia is harmed in any way, I’ll make sure you beg for death before I’m done with you.”
The man in the cap barked out a laugh, arrogance dripping from his words.
From the shadows, a dozen more assassins emerged, encircling them with deadly intent.
“Let me enlighten you, Mr. Kingsley,” the man sneered. “No amount of money will save you today. This is a death trap.”
“So instead of worrying about the girl, you should be more concerned about yourself.”
“Drop your weapon. End it now.”
“Or I’ll detonate this bomb, and we all die here—together.”
The standoff was a ticking time bomb—literally.
If Alexander surrendered, they’d escape by sea, leaving him behind.
If he didn’t, they’d all perish.
“You may be fugitives with nothing to lose,” Alexander said icily, “but I doubt you’re eager to die today.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to live a little longer?”
“Your employer must have promised you an escape by boat after my death.”
“But do you really believe that?”
“What if your boat just… disappears? And you’re lost at sea forever?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up! Stop lying!”
It was a deadly game of chicken—who feared death more?
Realizing Alexander wouldn’t break, the kidnapper snarled and fired a shot.
“Fine, Mr. Kingsley. Let’s see who walks away alive.”
