Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 296.

Chapter 296 Olivia "Olivia! Where are you going? Can't you hear the gunshots outside?" Marcus's voice was frantic, laced with desperation as it cut through the tense silence that had gripped the house. I didn't have tto stop. I didn't have tto explain. I was already halfway to the door, driven by a single thought, Samuel. My son. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I could feel it reverberating in my throat.

1 glanced at Marcus over my shoulder, barely registering his words. "Samuel is out there," I muttered, though I wasn't sure if I was speaking to him or to myself. The words felt empty, hollow, like an echo of the dread that had taken root in my bones.

His eyes widened in shock as realization hit him. He took step forward as if to stop me, but I didn't have tto wait. My legs were already carryingtoward the front door. I reached for the handle, my hand trembling, and pushed the door open.

What greetedoutside made my blood run cold. It was worse than anything I had ever seen. Worse than the worst scene from any movie. It was the aftermath of something I couldn't comprehend. It was like stepping into a war documentary, one that captured the raw brutality of conflict, but with the horrifying difference that the war was not over, it was still happening.

Istaggered back, my breath catching in my throat as I looked out at the chaos unfolding before me. The front yard was littered with bodies, men, bloodied and broken, scattered across the ground in every direction. The stench of death filled the air, thick and suffocating. The world outside my front door had beca battleground. But the worst part? The war wasn't over. It was still ongoing.

I scanned the area, my eyes darting frantically over the scene, desperately searching for any sign of Samuel. My breath cin ragged gasps, and my heart raced with the unbearable weight of my fear. But all that greetedwere the dead.

Bodies in various stages of lifelessness, sprawled across the ground in grotesque, unnatural positions. I recognized sof them. The men in all black, Xander's men. Their cold, unfeeling eyes now staring into nothing. And then there were Marcus's and Luke's men, their uniforms slightly different, but no less grim in their finality.

I wanted to scream, wanted to cry out for Samuel, but I couldn't. I couldn't let fear consme. I had to find him. I had to make sure he was okay.

My mind raced. I couldn't understand how many men Xander had sent. How had he managed to orchestrate such a brutal attack? Had he known that his plan on the island would fail and devised a contingency plan, a backup strategy to guarantee his victory here? How far had he gone to ensure his success? The questions tumbled in my mind, each one more disturbing than the last. But I couldn't waste tthinking about that. Not now. I had to find Samuel.

I moved quickly, my feet barely touching the ground as I crossed the threshold of the house, stepping out onto the blood-soaked earth that had once been a safe haven. My breath was coming in shallow bursts, and my stomach churned with the gnawing sensation of panic. Every second felt like an eternity. Where was he? I scanned the bodies, trying to make sense of the chaos around me. My eyes locked on the small figures lying among the men, the smaller bodies tangled in a way that sent an icy shiver through my veins. Ithought I saw something, a flash of a small hand, a flicker of movement, but it was just a shadow, a trick of the light. Where was my son? F Samuel, please be okay. Please be safe.

+25 BONGS Chapter 296 took another step forward, every movement more oment, but the ringing in my ears didn't. The silence My heart felt like It was going to burst. My legs wobbled as desperate than the last. The gunshots had stopped for the was just as deafening as the sound of the firing guns had been.

Charter 297 Chapter 297 And then, just when I thought I was losing my mind, I hear a volce. It cfrom behind me, faint but clear, cutting through the chaos.

"Mail We are here.

I whipped around, my heart leaping into my throat. There, partially hidden behind a large flowerpot near the entrance, I saw the guard, James. His face was ashen, his eyes wide with concern. I could barely focus on him, though. My gaze shifted immediately to the small figure standing beside him.

And there, finally, was Samuel.

I could hardly believe it at first. My legs almost gave out bebeathas I rushed toward him, my heart swelling with relief. Samuel was standing there, his wide eyes filled with confusion and fear, but he was alive. He was alive. My son was alive.

"Samuel!" I cried, my voice cracking with emotion as I reached him. I dropped to my knees, pulling him into my arms. He stiffened for a moment, then clung to me, his little arms wrapping around my neck as if he never wanted to let go.

I held him tightly, feeling his small body trembling against mine, and I whispered soothing words into his ear, anything to calm him. "You are okay, baby. Youa re safe. I'm here." By the tI had gathered myself, Marcus was there, his footsteps heavy on the ground as he approached us. He looked at Samuel, then back at me, his expression a mix of relief and concern.

"We need to go inside. It's not safe out here," Marcus said, his voice low and steady despite the chaos around us.

I nodded, still holding Samuel tightly. He didn't let go ofeither, his small face buried in my shoulder. Marcus moved quickly, guiding us back toward the house. I followed him, my legs feeling like lead, my heart still racing in chest. The house, which had once been a place of comfort and safety, now felt like a prison. But it was all we had.

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As we reached the door, Marcus turned to face me. His eyes were grim, the weight of everything that e had happened hanging over him like a dark cloud. "Go upstairs and stay there," he instructed firmly. "Don't cdown until I say it's safe.” I wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that I couldn't just stay hidden away while all this violence unfolded around. me, but I knew he was right. There was nothing more I could do out here. Not now.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "I will stay with him.”

Marcus didn't say anything more. He gavea brief nod, then moved quickly back outside, disappearing into the chaos. watched him go, my E mind still racing. I could feel the weight of the world pressing down onas I slowly ascended the stairs with Samuel still in my arms.

Once we reached the safety of the upstairs, I gently set Samuel down on the bed and pulled the covers over him, He was exhausted, his little eyes already fluttering closed, the trauma of what he had witnessed today weighing heavily on him. -I stayed by his side, my hand resting gently on his small back as I watched over him.

But in the silence of the room, my mind couldn't rest. I couldn't shake the images of the bodies outside, the fear that Xander might still be out there, lurking in the shadows waiting for the next move.

And I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was only the beginning. The calm before the storm.

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