A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1237

Romy's stance was unwavering.

Run.

She knew Yardley held terrifying amounts of power and that their hideout in Smaro Town would eventually be compromised. But to Romy, that just meant they had to keep moving. Starla shouldn't have to surrender her life just because the man hunting her had deep pockets.

That night, Romy crawled into Starla's bed.

Ever since Herbert had left, Romy had resumed her old habit from Sylvan Vale, refusing to sleep in her own room.

Staring up at the ceiling, Romy broke the silence. "I still don't think your brother would actually hurt you over a woman. He's way too calculated to let feelings dictate his moves."

Yardley was notoriously cold-blooded.

"You think so?" Starla murmured in the dark.

She honestly didn't know.

"He threw me under the bus before," Starla reminded her.

"That was over a business conflict, not a girl."

Yardley's ruthless pragmatism meant he only made moves that benefited his bottom line. Letting a woman sway his judgment seemed impossible.

Because of that, Romy felt confident that Susanna's demand for vengeance would fall on deaf ears.

"But we can't risk it. What if he really has caught feelings for her?"

For a man made of ice, real emotion was lethal. If he actually loved Susanna, it would be a catastrophic nightmare for Starla.

Starla's heart gave a violent lurch. "Already?"

"They've locked onto the general radius."

Of course. Once a single crack formed in their cover, powerful men like Yardley would tear it wide open in days. As long as Yardley had thought she was dead, the town had been a paradise. Now that he knew the truth, this beautiful sanctuary was about to be ripped apart.

"Have you decided?" Romy asked softly. "Are you coming with me, or are you going back to the Hoggart estate?"

Starla lay in silence for a long, agonizing moment.

Finally, she turned her head. "Why are you helping me?"

It was the question that had been haunting her. Romy had initially claimed she was just following Herbert, but that was clearly a lie. Sometimes Starla wondered if Romy was playing some massive, three-dimensional game of chess.