The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

In Grayson’s Perspective…

“Boss, Mr. Asher Reid is at the villa to meet with Mrs. Blake,” reported Grayson’s guard.

He’s currently in a meeting with Eliot and the investigator, briefing him on the situation with Ms. Moretti’s security team.

“Here’s the surveillance footage,” the investigator began; the screen showed a guard discreetly slipping something into a biscuit package before tossing it into the trash bin. “My team investigated immediately. Turns out, someone had been sending him anonymous messages.”

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Grayson clenched his jaw. Even with Eliot’s strict screening process, this intruder had still managed to slip into their security

team.

“Boss, I can’t shake the feeling that we have a spy among us. No one else knew their route or which guard picked up Ms. Moretti in Europe,” Eliot said.

That observation sparked a disturbing realization in Grayson’s mind. “Isabella receives all my updates about this case.”

Eliot stiffened. “You think Ms. Isabella is the spy?”

Grayson’s fingers traced the edge of the phone–the very one used to clone Sabrina’s device. If they possessed such technology, their enemies could undoubtedly employ the same tactics against them.

“No,” he said firmly. “Someone must have cloned Isabella’s phone. And the only person capable of pulling that off is Evan Monroe.”

As Evan’s friend, Asher probably knew something, he thought. What could possibly be the reason for his visit to Isabella?

That night, Grayson put his plan into action. He deliberately ignored Isabella’s message and watched the villa closely. He knew the enemy would come for his wife next–and this time, he intended to be several steps ahead.

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Isabella

I knew that Evan was behind all of this, but seeing him outside the villa, waiting for me, still felt unreal.

The guard instinctively stepped in front of me, forming a protective barrier. I positioned myself behind him while his gun was still trained steadily on Evan.

My eyes burned with fury, but I forced myself to stay calm, unwilling to let him see what was running through my mind.

“What is the meaning of this, Evan?” I demanded.

Beside him, Sophia was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Despite her fear, she managed to explain, “I saw his car following me, but I thought he was just heading into this private village, too. Then, after I parked and texted you, he knocked on my window… and threatened me.” Her voice broke. “Isabella, I don’t want to die…”

Evan smirked; his expression calculated. “Put down your gun if you don’t want your friend to get hurt, Isabella.”

“No!” the guard snapped, his stance unwavering. “I won’t let anything happen to Mrs. Blake.”

“If you’re hoping to alert the other guards,” Evan pressed the gun barrel harder against Sophia’s temple, making her whimper, “I’ll end your friend’s life right here.”

I steadied my breathing and forced a look of feigned confusion.

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“Evan, what are you doing?” I asked, keeping up my façade of ignorance.

“Drop the act, fexbella, 1 know you’ve uncovered everything about Charlotte’s escape and what’s been happening.” His smile turned cruel. “That bitch faked amnesia for months, and I let my guard down–but I wasn’t completely careless. During the plane ride, while you slept, I cloned your phone?

My body began to tremble as the implications sank in.

His voice dropped lower, more menacing “So, I hear everything. I know everything you’ve uncovered, Isabella.”

A chilling realization hit me—1 had never maintained my privacy since returning to America. Evan had been watching.

“I’ve been monitoring you” Evan said, his voice sounding almost like he was giving a lecture as if he were explaining a clever strategy. “From the moment you noticed Charlotte at the Jones villa to your phone conversations with Mr. Blake… And then, when I learned Ms. Moretti was returning to the United States, I knew she had to be silenced–and it was all possible because of your carelessness”

My jaw tightened. This meant he also knew about Asher’s visit to me and my invitation to Sophia, which explained why he was following my friend.

“Why do you have to watch me? Why are you doing this, Evan? I’ve only ever treated you like family–like my own brother!”

“That’s precisely the problem! Because I don’t want you to see me as just a brother, Isabella! I tried to win your heart, but you chose Gabriel Sterling! After you broke up with him, you married Grayson Blake!”

Then, with a chilling, gaslighting, tone, he added, “You see? I cloned your phone to keep an eye on you, just like Cassie wanted,”

The mention of my best friend made my teeth grind. “You’re insane! Cassie loved you! She cares about you!”

“Then why did she have to compete with me?!” Evan’s shout was raw with fury as he pressed the gun harder against Sophia’s temple, making her sob harder.

My mind raced, searching for a way to either reason with him or buy enough time for the guards to notice our situation.

“Evan, do you think things would’ve escalated this far if Cassie didn’t love you? If she didn’t care about your future, she would have already gone to the police before you could take Charlotte! She tried to preserve your reputation!”

“Stop trying to manipulate my thoughts, Isabella!” he snarled, but I caught a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

I pressed my lips together.

Here’s what’s going to happen,” Evan’s voice turned coldly calculating. “You’re going to trade places with your friend–unless you want her death on your conscience.”

“Isabella…” Sophia whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

“Make up your mind, Isabella!” Evan demanded.

Rage and the urge to protect my child battled inside me, making me tremble. I was caught in an impossible choice–Sophia, my innocent friend whom I had risked by inviting her so late, or my unborn child.

Tears streamed down my face as I stood frozen, unable to decide.

My hesitation didn’t go unnoticed, and the guard snapped at me. “Don’t listen to her, Mrs. Blake! More people are on th way! If anyone has to be sacrificed, it shouldn’t be you!”

All I could whisper was, “Sophia…”