The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1413

Alex gave a few final instructions before taking Danielle's hand. They walked briskly out of the abandoned lot and slid into the SUV idling by the curb.

The vehicle pulled away from the ridge, heading straight for the city.

Leaning back against the passenger seat, Danielle closed her eyes. The chaotic events of the night kept playing on an endless loop in her mind.

Mike's cold stare, the deafening roar of the helicopter, and the name Harold tangled together like a knot of dread in her chest.

Alex gripped the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road. A sharp edge of vigilance remained in his gaze as he constantly checked the rearview mirror, making sure they weren't being tailed.

He drove fast but with perfect control, desperate to get Danielle back to the house—back to the fortress of security teams waiting for them.

Throughout the drive, his assistant kept sending updates. There were reports on the helicopter's flight path and the initial findings of Mike's social network.

There were also constant check-ins regarding Niki's security detail. Alex responded to every single one with crisp, commanding clarity, not showing an ounce of panic.

Listening to his steady voice, Danielle felt the anxiety in her chest slowly recede.

With him by her side, she felt like even if the sky were falling, he would hold it up for her. It was a sense of utter security that no one else in the world could provide.

The SUV merged onto the city streets.

Danielle opened her eyes and glanced at him. His jaw was clenched tight, masking the sheer exhaustion lurking in his eyes.

But he couldn't hide it from her.

From the moment they received the threatening text last night, to the tactical setup, the standoff, and the disastrous ambush just now...

He hadn't slept a wink. He was physically and mentally drained, yet he pushed through it all to protect her and keep their world from collapsing.

He rubbed her back in soothing circles. "Try not to overthink it. I'm here. Harold's leftovers aren't going to turn our lives upside down. I'll never let them near you or Niki."

She nodded against his shoulder, breathing in his familiar cedarwood scent. It grounded her, making her feel infinitely safer.

She knew Alex always kept his promises. He would protect her and their family at all costs.

But Harold's people were like a terminal disease lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment. Eradicating them wasn't going to be easy.

Suddenly, the heavy mahogany door pushed open.

Alex's assistant rushed into the foyer. He was pale as a ghost, clutching his phone with shaking hands, beads of cold sweat gleaming on his forehead. He looked as if the world was ending.

He stopped dead in front of Alex, his lips trembling, completely incapable of forming a sentence.