Ms. Escape Marrying to Run Fighting to Rise novel Chapter 190

Ms: Escape: Marrying to Run, Fighting to Rise

Chapter 190 Right Hand

She refused to believe Curtis wouldn’t panic and come begging.

Justin nodded and left with Nicole.

+5 Pearts

The moment Nicole was gone, Rosa jumped in with a plan. “We have to make sure Denton marries that Nicole…”

“Strike while the iron’s hot. Get Denton back to acknowledge his lineage as soon as possible. Curtis only clashed with Mr. Harold today–he’s furious now, but he practically raised Curtis himself. Give it time, and he might soften.” The others all chimed in with their own schemes.

“We can’t let Curtis have a child. That Adriana girl–better she never bears one,” Rosa pressed on. “If they have a baby first, that agreement kicks in. Before Denton hits legal age next year and can register the marriage, we cannot let her carry to term.”

Juliet and Michael traded a look and nodded.

For their son, they had to fight.

They couldn’t walk away empty–handed.

The Bartons were as renowned as the Lincolns in Harborton. If Denton married Nicole, there’d be nothing left to worry about.

Everything–Barton and Lincoln–would flow to him. The upside was staggering.

Bag Nicole, and you bag both families‘ fortunes and shares. That was her “value.”

At this point, Michael almost felt grateful for Curtis’s high standards.

Everyone else treated Nicole like a prize; he alone couldn’t be bothered.

He insisted on marrying a girl from an orphanage with “no value” to her name.

At the hotel.

Adriana’s chest felt tight with anger.

Even when Mia and the others bullied her, she’d never been this furious.

Those girls were open about their malice. This–this was different.

Curtis was being carved up by his own blood.

Even Harold was moving against him. His grandfather.

Back when Michael dumped everything and ran, Harold had only Curtis to rely on. Now that he had “options,” he’d started calculating Curtis out–afraid Curtis wouldn’t split the fortune with that so–called

brother.

Adriana burned for him.

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Chapter 190 Right Hand

Her eyes stung red, and she swallowed hard, refusing to cry and make it worse for him.

+5 Pearls

“Hurts that much?” Curtis read the storm on her face, shrugged out of his jacket, set it on the sofa, and drew her into his arms.

She landed across his lap–soft, warm, that faint clean sweetness in her breath.

He smiled. It felt … good.

A kind of ease he’d almost never known in 30 years.

“I’m angry for you…” The dam broke. Adriana buried her face in his chest, and tears spilled, hot and fast.

“How could Harold do this to you? He can hate me all he wants, but that baby was yours …” Her voice was muffled, soaking his shirt.

“It’s on me,” Curtis murmured, rubbing her hair. “Don’t cry, hm? Want to walk it off? Get some dessert balls?”

She shook her head. “I don’t want sweets I just want to cry.”

He chuckled. “Then cry.”

He wouldn’t force her to bottle it up.

…

When she’d cried herself tired and gone limp against his shoulder, he smiled, grabbed tissues, and swept her up in his arms.

Startled, she clung to him, legs looping tight around his waist.

He carried her to the bar, and set her on the counter. “Spilled all those little pearls–have some water, top up the tank?”

She sniffed, took the cup, and sipped.

“Curtis … your family is definitely planning to bring Denton back to claim his heritage and then strip you. They’re a whole pack. Do you … have people on your side?” she asked, eyes bright with worry.

He couldn’t resist teasing her, putting on a wounded act. “I’ve always gone it alone–and I’m good at making enemies. Who would be ‘with‘ me?”

Her eyes glossed again.

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