The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1418

And those loyalists hiding in the shadows were his roots. They had to be eliminated.

"And then there's Niki," Danielle spoke up suddenly.

"I had the nanny take her to the vacation villa in the suburbs. The security is tight, the terrain is isolated, so it's relatively safe."

"But I'm still terrified. If Harold gets backed into a corner, he's going to aim for our child."

A child was a parent's ultimate vulnerability.

Harold was a viciously spiteful man. If he couldn't win a frontal assault, he'd absolutely resort to kidnapping a child for leverage. It was Danielle's worst nightmare.

Alex squeezed her hand. "Don't worry. I've stationed our most lethal operators to guard Niki and the nanny around the clock. We've thrown a net over that entire estate. A mosquito couldn't get through without setting off alarms."

"On top of that, I cashed in a favor with a friend in the military. He's running armed patrols around the perimeter. Even if Harold lost his damn mind, he wouldn't dare approach that property."

Alex was fully prepared to burn through every favor and connection he had to keep Niki safe. It didn't matter if it was overkill; he wasn't risking a single hair on his daughter's head.

"Danielle, relax," Gian offered. "I'll have The Atwood Group's tactical teams reinforce Alex's men. We'll flood the area with bodies to keep her safe."

"Our kids are the line in the sand. Nobody crosses it."

Kirsten nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Niki is priority number one. We write a blank check to make sure she's untouchable."

With a unanimous consensus reached, the suffocating atmosphere in the room shifted, replaced by a ruthless, unyielding resolve.

The initial shock and panic had evaporated, making way for cold, calculated tactics.

A sense of stability took root.

Harold's escape was a catastrophic threat, but it had only forged them into an unbreakable, impenetrable front.

The living room was left to just Alex, Danielle, Gian, and Kirsten.

The night outside had grown pitch black. The wind howled through the trees, sounding like the guttural roar of a starving beast.

But inside the villa, the four of them sat closely together.

"The next few days are going to be absolute hell," Alex warned, raising his teacup to Gian and Kirsten.

There was a rare note of genuine gratitude in his voice. "Thank you for stepping up when things went to shit. I appreciate you fighting in the trenches with us."

"Don't act like we're strangers," Gian replied, clinking his cup against Alex's. "Besides, Harold has a target on our backs too. Putting him in the ground is at the top of my bucket list."

Kirsten raised her cup as well, her tone soft but firm. "We're family. We ride out the storm together."

"If Harold wants to start a war, he's going to find out the hard way what he's up against."