Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Love Secrets

Violet barked a laugh. "Chill, he's not gonna skin you alive."

Nico tugged her baseball cap lower, shadowing her face.

Her words came out barely audible. "I don't know... It's just this feeling. Like he doesn't belong here. Like he's—" She cut herself off, shaking her head.

Violet studied her for a beat, then shrugged. "Fine. I'll handle it."

Back inside, she leaned against the doorframe, all casual indifference. "Mr. Crowley, we're just gonna wander the neighborhood. Probably boring for you—why don't you head back to your friend's place?"

Damian checked his watch with exaggerated deliberation. "Yeah, should probably bounce."

As he stood, he drifted past Beatrice—close enough that his breath warmed her ear as he murmured something too low for the others to hear.

A shiver raced down her spine, her earlobe burning red.

Damian smirked, ruffling her hair like she was a kid. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

And with that, he strutted off.

The moment Damian was out of earshot, Violet spun to the group. "Nico found three possible locations. Let's move."

Halfway down the street, Nico sidled up to Beatrice, all nosy. "So, what'd Mr. Crowley whisper to you back there?"

Beatrice shot her a flirty smirk. "What, you wanna eavesdrop on our little love secrets?"

Nico's eyes widened. "Oh—wait, he was hitting on you? My bad, forget I asked."

Beatrice just laughed it off. "No biggie."

They hit the first two spots—close calls, but something was always off, like a puzzle missing pieces.

By 6 p.m., they were racing to the third, a bit farther out.

The car rolled along, and then the sky flipped—the wind kicked up hard, dragonflies skimmed low, dark clouds loomed, and bam, a downpour hit.

Outside was a whiteout mess—visibility tanked.

"Pull over," Beatrice ordered, squinting through the storm.

That's when they saw it—a flash of crimson cutting through the rain. A red Porsche Cayenne, crawling along a parallel road.

"Madeline's car!" Violet slammed a hand against the dashboard.

Beatrice's stomach lurched. Across a waterlogged melon field, the Porsche gleamed like fresh blood. "No fucking way. She's here?"

Nico's face went slack. "You—you know Madeline?" Her voice cracked. "You knew she was the one I—?"

Violet exhaled sharply. "Alright, truth time." She turned in her seat, eyes hard. "I'm not Noah's cousin. We're here because Madeline ruined our lives too. And we're gonna prove she's a murderer."

Nico's eyes flashed shock, but it sank in fast.

She stared at the red car through the rain—like a bloodstain on wheels—her gaze turning cold and dead.

"We will catch her," she said, her voice hollow. "And make her pay."

The rain eased up.

The red car peeled out.

Beatrice nudged Ethan. "Stay on them."

They followed for a while, and Ethan piped up, "Hey... they're heading the same way we need to go. This might be it."

Silence thickened in the car—Beatrice and Violet exchanging glances, Nico gone statue-still, Theodore wisely keeping his confusion to himself.

Buzz.

Beatrice's phone vibrated against her palm. She waited three exhales before checking.

It was Autumn. [Jane's mom's family has an old house on Soolhaven's outskirts—abandoned until a few years back when Jane flipped it and turned a chunk of land nearby into an orchard.] Plus coordinates.

Beatrice didn't reply, shut her phone off, and stared at the sky, already dark too early.

Meanwhile, on the highway, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Ghost cruised along.

Autumn and Desmond rode in the back.

"Why Solhaven?" Desmond asked.

"Trust me, you'll see. By tonight, this might finally put the Belmonts back on track."

Desmond mulled it over, then grunted, "Cool."

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