Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257 Blood and Snow

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If Kade and the others didn’t find him tonight, with weather this cold, his chances of survival were slim. But he wasn’t willing to die.

He opened WhatsApp and typed a message to Arden. “Merry Christmas, Arden.”

A red exclamation mark popped up.

Message failed to send. He stared at the screen. She’d shut him out. He couldn’t even reach her if he wanted to.

He dialed her number.

The robotic voice echoed in the quiet, “The number you have dialed is powered off.”

He tried again. Still the same.

Outside, mountain winds howled, slicing through the walls like knives.

He scrolled back through their old chats, pulling up messages Arden had sent him during the three years he was in Soutaria.

Christmas Eve, three years ago. “Babe, Merry Christmas. We’re having dinner together–did you eat anything?“Attached with a photo.

Christmas morning, same year. “Merry Christmas, babe. Wishing you good health, peace, and everything wonderful this season.”

She’d even sent him a holiday gift card. Every year, for three years, she messaged him. Every year, she sent something.

Back then, he ignored the messages. Didn’t even open them. Never touched the gift cards.

Now, he deserved every bit of this.

His fingers brushed his side, and came away sticky with blood. He let out a low grunt.

Footsteps echoed nearby. He slipped his phone away, grabbed his gun, and his gaze turned sharp.

He raised the gun toward the entrance. The figure crouched in with a weapon raised too, cautious and alert.

“Boss,” the man called.

Dorian lowered his gun. “I’m here.”

Kade quickly holstered his weapon. “Boss, we’ve found the hostage.”

“Tell our people,” Dorian said, “track every last one of Sevra’s men. No survivors.”

Kade and Lucien stepped in, flashlights cutting through the dim space. In the corner, a man slumped

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If Kade and the others didn’t find him tonight, with weather this cold, his chances of survival were slim. But he wasn’t willing to die.

He opened WhatsApp and typed a message to Arden. “Merry Christmas, Arden.”

A red exclamation mark popped up.

Message failed to send. He stared at the screen. She’d shut him out. He couldn’t even reach her if he wanted to.

He dialed her number.

The robotic voice echoed in the quiet, “The number you have dialed is powered off.”

He tried again. Still the same.

Outside, mountain winds howled, slicing through the walls like knives.

He scrolled back through their old chats, pulling up messages Arden had sent him during the three years he was in Soutaria.

Christmas Eve, three years ago. “Babe, Merry Christmas. We’re having dinner together–did you eat anything?“Attached with a photo.

Christmas morning, same year. “Merry Christmas, babe. Wishing you good health, peace, and everything wonderful this season.”

She’d even sent him a holiday gift card. Every year, for three years, she messaged him. Every year, she sent something.

Back then, he ignored the messages. Didn’t even open them. Never touched the gift cards.

Now, he deserved every bit of this.

His fingers brushed his side, and came away sticky with blood. He let out a low grunt.

Footsteps echoed nearby. He slipped his phone away, grabbed his gun, and his gaze turned sharp.

He raised the gun toward the entrance. The figure crouched in with a weapon raised too, cautious and alert.

“Boss,” the man called.

Dorian lowered his gun. “I’m here.”

Kade quickly holstered his weapon. “Boss, we’ve found the hostage.”

“Tell our people,” Dorian said, “track every last one of Sevra’s men. No survivors.”

Kade and Lucien stepped in, flashlights cutting through the dim space. In the corner, a man slumped

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against the wall, his abdomen drenched in blood.

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Kade rushed forward. “Boss, you’re hurt?”

“Yeah. Got slashed.”

Kade spoke into the comms, “Boss is injured. Move the helicopter to northwest coordinates. Provide aerial cover for evacuation.”

The reply came fast. “Copy.

“Helicopter ready.

“Snipers standing by.

“Mortar team ready.”

Kade helped Dorian to his feet. Dorian gave another command, voice low.

“Ares is still up there. Snow’s too heavy, Sevra’s men are on him hard. We lost contact. Find him. Whatever it takes.”

“Got it. Boss, don’t talk too much.”

In the flashlight beam, Kade saw how pale Dorian’s lips were–completely drained of color.

His chest tightened. He was scared. Really scared.

Gunfire cracked in the mountains. Helicopter blades thundered overhead. Dorian was evacuated successfully.

Kade pressed against the wound to stop the bleeding. Lucien was already on the phone.

“Boss is stabbed, possibly shot. Alert the medical team. Surgery might be necessary.”

Back in Silverbay Villa.

Because Dorian had spent so long in sub–zero temperatures, with blood loss from a stomach wound and a possible bullet, he lost consciousness as soon as they arrived. The medical team rushed in to save him.

It was Christmas Eve in Avalen. The TV was counting down to midnight. Houses all around were glowing with lights and ornaments, wreaths on doors, candles in windows, families gathering for the holiday.

The Wynn house was just as festive.

Arden and Caleb were both home, spending Christmas with Gareth and Elise. The house buzzed with warmth and laughter, just like it used to before Arden got married.

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