Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1893

He had also told her, "Be my regular partner, and you can roam my territory freely." She had roamed, all right, but before she could even memorize the layout, she found herself trailed by an army of bodyguards.

He had even said, "Tell me who sent you to kill me. Give me a name, and I'll marry you."

She had refused. "Just let me go."

Asher had countered, "Then give me a pair of twins. Make them just like my godkids—fair, chubby, and adorable." Just hearing him talk about those kids was enough for Laurel to realize how deeply he cared for them.

Rumor had it that Asher had even given his godson the gold bullet casing necklace that symbolized his heir.

At the time, Laurel had actually considered kidnapping the little guy. But trapped in the center of the vortex, escaping was impossible.

While she was still plotting how to contact her people, Asher had suddenly hit her with another crazy demand. "I brought you up to my brothers last time, and now they insist on seeing the real you. Play nice and save my face, and I'll consider letting you go."

It sounded so simple. Too simple, in fact. Laurel found it hard to believe.

Yet here she was, having met his closest friends. She didn't know she was the first woman Asher had ever introduced to his inner circle—his chosen family.

Laurel stood by the window, peering down.

There were no visible guards, but in the distance, she caught the faint glint of light reflecting off a lens. She instantly knew she was being watched.

She smiled bitterly and drew the curtains. The Nettleton family might have appeared relaxed, but their security was ironclad.

If she made a run for it now without knowing the terrain, she would definitely be caught. And getting caught meant facing Asher's even more twisted brand of confinement.

Laurel abandoned the idea.

Honestly... kidnapping those two kids might be her only way out.

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