Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

This was a twisty mountain road. Sliding down that dirt slope would lead to the road below.

Rhyns and his buddy were sprinting ahead, with the cops right on their tails.

In the dead of night, all you could hear were the sounds of running and the shouts of the police. "Rhyns, if you keep running, I'll shoot!"

Suddenly, the sound of an engine roared from a distance.

At that moment, Rhyns hit a fork in the road, and two motorcycles were coming from different directions.

The rider on the opposite bike sensed something was off and slowed down.

Just then, the motorcycle coming from the bend charged straight at Rhyns, knocking him to the ground. His buddy rushed over, panicking, to help Rhyns up.

"Rhyns, you okay?"

Rhyns clutched his chest, spat out some blood, and glared at Faris, who was on the motorcycle.

Rhyns snarled, "Faris, so it was you who betrayed me."

He suddenly pulled out a gun and fired a shot at Faris.

Faris dodged, rolled off the motorcycle, and avoided the shot. The bike fell to the ground.

The person on the other motorcycle freaked out, hit the brakes, and tried to turn around to leave.

But it was too late. Rhyns took a few steps back, yanked the person off the bike, and held a gun to their head.

Rhyns shouted, "Anyone takes another step, and I'll blow his head off."

For the safety of the hostage, the cops didn't dare move forward.

The motorcycle was loaded with ducks, probably heading to the early morning farmers' market.

The guy looked like an honest farmer, scared out of his wits, and even started crying.

"Please, don't kill me, I'm just a simple farmer..."

"Shut up!" Rhyns snapped.

The cops didn't dare approach and tried to talk him down.

"Rhyns, don't make things worse. Put down your weapon and surrender."

Controlling the hostage, Rhyns quickly mounted the motorcycle. His buddy jumped on behind him, sitting back-to-back, using the hostage as a shield while still aiming the gun at the man's head. Rhyns gave us a mocking look and said, "If you don't want to harm the innocent, stay still. Once we're gone, I'll let him go."

With that, he revved the engine, and the motorcycle shot off, with the hostage screaming in fear.

It was tough for a motorcycle to carry three grown men and a bunch of ducks. In the struggle, the hostage fell to the ground.

They didn't care and just focused on escaping.

Seeing the hostage was safe, the cops chased after them.

I picked up the motorcycle Faris had ridden and followed closely.

The guy sitting behind Rhyns occasionally fired at me. I swerved the motorcycle in an S-shape to dodge the bullets, but one hit my arm.

Gritting my teeth, I kept my eyes on the road ahead and didn't slow down.

There was a sharp turn ahead, and a fallen motorcycle blocked my path-it was the one they had ridden.

I braked hard but still crashed into the motorcycle, rolling to the ground.

I heard faint sounds from the slope on the right. Squinting, I saw a figure moving quickly.

I fired a shot, and the person behind fell to the ground. I jumped down and pinned him.

A group of cops arrived and handcuffed the guy I had pinned down.

But Rhyns had escaped. The cops searched the area all night but couldn't find him.

All of Rhyns's buddies were captured except for him.

They helped me to the road, and Dennis had already brought the car down.

Before getting in the car, I spotted Faris in the crowd.

"Lonehawk!"

That night, I learned that Lonehawk was Faris.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Faris looked at me. We weren't far apart, but the dim night made it hard to see each other's expressions.

"Give Emily back to me!" I said.

We were enemies, yet we were also allies. It seemed contradictory, but in critical moments, it made perfect sense. Faris shrugged and glanced at my injured arm.

"I'll listen to what she wants."

Emily's opinion?

A day had passed, and she was probably still disappointed in me.

Rhyns hadn't been caught, and I had let her down. I got into the car, and leaned back in the seat, feeling utterly desolate.

"I'll take you to the hospital," Dennis said.

I shook my head and opened the GPS on my phone.

She should be at Faris's place. I asked Dennis to drive to a spot not far from there.

Looking at the place, I asked in confusion, "Dennis, Rhyns's matter isn't over yet. Should I take Emily back? Would I be putting her in danger? But if I don't take her back, Lonehawk is already exposed. He's in the same situation as me. She's in danger here too. Unless Rhyns is caught."

Dennis said, "Even though Rhyns got away, he shouldn't be able to leave Starlight City. I bet we'll catch him soon."

"You really should go to the hospital first," Dennis tried to persuade me again.

I shook my head, staring at that house until dawn.

We saw Emily leave in a car, so we followed from a distance. We watched her get out and saw Faris hug her goodbye.

Emily came out of the mall and walked slowly along the roadside, looking aimless.

I looked at my arm and thought it would scare her, so I grabbed a jacket and put it on.

As soon as Emily saw me, she ran. Helpless, I had to force her into the car.

But she was very resistant, unwilling to talk or come near me. Her calm expression was tinged with indifference, and I couldn't stand it.

I knew I was wrong. Even if I caught every drug dealer in the world, hurting Emily was still my fault, a failure as a husband.

She said disappointment and anger were different. I could feel that her disappointment was indeed different from her previous anger. She was so calm, it made me panic.

The detachment in her eyes pierced my heart. The only warmth I felt was her panicked expression and the concern in her eyes when she saw I was injured.

Dennis brought a doctor from the military hospital to our home. During the bullet extraction, she stayed by my side the entire time.

At that moment, I was somewhat grateful for that bullet. I didn't even mind playing the pity card in front of her. As long as Emily didn't leave immediately, and gave me a chance and some time, I would show her how much I loved her. She was curious about the gunshot wound, but I couldn't tell her much. The lies I told her were well-intentioned.

After the surgery, Emily still took care of me as before, but she had changed. I could see the cracks in her heart through her sad expression.

She said that once I recovered, we would get a divorce.

But how could I agree to that?

I used every trick in the book, shamelessly and persistently, just to earn her forgiveness and keep her. In front of her, I had no pride left.

I knew that night would always be a thorn in Emily's heart. I thought I needed a grand wedding to prove that she was the only one in my heart.

But Rhyns knew my identity. Until he was caught, he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

After she fell asleep, I received a text from Dennis.

Dennis: [Tonight's operation, Zachary, should be fine. You just focus on recovering.]

I glanced at the person sleeping in my arms, gently covered her with a blanket, got out of bed, and drove out.

It suddenly started raining on the way. I was driving to the foot of the mountain when I received a message from Dennis.

Dennis: [It's done. I didn't participate.]

I put away my phone and looked at the streams of water flowing rapidly on the window.

If Emily knew about this, she would feel especially sad for Bella.

I was indeed doing things that hurt her, but I had no choice because I had a mission.

Growing up in a family ravaged by drugs, I knew the pain all too well. So when I had the chance to save other families from that pain, I didn't hesitate.

I turned the car around and headed to the bakery, thinking of the story Emily had told me about it.

I didn't mind using any means to please her, just hoping to soften her heart, hardened by disappointment, and make her regain hope in me.

The bakery was already closed. I knocked for a long time, but no one answered. I had met the owner a few times at gatherings.

I found his contact information and called him, explaining my purpose. He kindly arranged for the chef to work overtime and make their signature toast for me.

As the chef made the toast, he smiled and said, "Mr. Windsor, your wife is really lucky. You came out at this hour just to get her some toast."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile.

I felt that fulfilling her wishes was a kind of happiness.

I hoped that when she ate the toast, she would feel happy too.

When I came out with the toast, the rain had intensified, and there was thunder. Remembering that she was afraid of thunder, I drove back quickly.

On the way, I kept the paper bag with the toast inside my jacket to keep it warm.

When I got home, I eagerly pushed open the door. The bed was unmade, and Emily wasn't there.

The instant tension was instinctive.

Had she left while I was gone?

Then I saw her walk in from the balcony, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I went over and hugged her.

At that moment, I felt so happy and relieved!

She barely ate the toast, saying her stomach was upset. She insisted I finish it to avoid waste.

I obediently ate all the toast. As long as she was happy, I would do anything.

Later, Bella came, looking particularly disheveled.