The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405 Bloodline Revealed

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Everett’s pupils widened, disbelief crashing across his face like a rogue wave tearing into a cliff.

“What? What did you say? What’s her name again?” His voice pitched higher than he remembered it could go.

“Quinn Bridger,” Harbs repeated, patient yet wary. “She was a drone specialist in the military. After her discharge, she and her ex–husband founded Grafton Technologies. I worked with her -her grasp of unmanned systems is absolutely-”

The rest of Harbs‘ explanation dissolved into a distant hum; words no longer reached Everett through the rush of blood pounding in his ears.

Images of Quinn flashed through his mind–her steady posture at a shareholders‘ meeting, the resolute line of her mouth in a faded military portrait, the quiet storm behind her eyes.

If that necklace truly had belonged to Quinn’s mother, then, given the timeline, Quinn’s mother could only be his long–lost sister.

That would explain why Leander Fane–the young man Everett had met not long ago–carried features so uncannily similar to his own. Leander might very well be his sister’s son, a child bound to him by unbreakable blood.

Violet! Have I finally found her?

Joy detonated in his chest, but in the very next heartbeat, the expression froze on his face, turning jubilance into stone.

He remembered, with a sickening lurch, that he had once ordered a private investigation into Quinn.

Those documents had listed her mother as Arlene Gurney, killed three years ago on a mission.

Gurney…

Why did I not notice when I was reading the documents?

Gurney was Margaret’s maiden name. The necklace carried that very engraving, and Violet— his sister–had once worn it every single day of her youth.

name in

So it is true after all? My sister has slipped beyond this world’s reach, leaving nothing but the echo of her

my chest? Because I failed to clasp her hand that single, fateful afternoon, does it mean I shall never, for the rest of my life, feel her fingers lace with mine again?

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A violent spasm seized him. Dark, half–clotted blood burst from his lips, splattering red across the polished marble like a signature of doom.

Moments ago, he had stood broad–shouldered and indomitable; now his knees buckled, his imposing frame folding in on itself as though the weight of grief had broken every rib.

Two assistants lunged forward, catching him under the arms before he met the floor.

“Mr. Fane, are you all right?” a voice quavered.

“Medic! We need a medic–right now!” someone else yelled, panic crackling through the air.

The surrounding dissolved into a jumble of screams, pounding footsteps, and the distant hiss of sprinklers cut short by fire. Through the fog in his head, Everett kept his sight fixed on the gilded doorway, watching firefighters sprint past like streaks of scarlet, hope flickering with

every pass.

Leander and Quinn–are they both Violet’s children? Heaven placed them in my path, and I, blind fool, failed to treasure them.

“Gather every resource the Fane family possesses. Protect Leander and… Quinn. Nothing must happen to them,” he rasped, each syllable scraped from the bottom of his lungs.

As darkness closed in, his mind flickered with fractured images–his sister chasing butterflies, laughing under summer sun, her hand reaching back for him. I’m sorry… Yara. Forgive me.

Thick smoke curled through the hallway, a churning gray river that stung the eyes and scraped the throat. Quinn slung Serena over her shoulder, muscle and resolve burning in equal measure. “Can you move?” she demanded, grabbing Julius by the wrist.

Julius lifted his gaze, lips bloodless, skin the color of ash. “And what if I told you I can’t?”

“Then I’ll drag you out,” Quinn shot back, voice hard as gravel.

Julius coughed a bitter laugh. “You really think you can haul two bodies through this inferno?”

“Yes.” Quinn’s reply landed like a stone–small, simple, immovable.

Pain roared along her fractured calf with every heartbeat, each step promising new agony. Yet the word surrender had never lived in Quinn’s dictionary; she would carry Julius and Serena into the open air or die trying,

“Enough talk. Lean on my shoulder and move,” she barked, jutting an elbow beneath his arm.

Every second, the flames devoured more ceiling tiles, the heat climbing like a living beast.

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