One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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The dawn rose blood-orange over the war-scarred hills.
Elijah crouched beneath a rusting fence, eyes narrowed on the target up ahead—an old munitions factory, now repurposed into a fortress of shadows.
Beside him, six mercenaries loaded their rifles in silence. Hardened faces. Hushed oaths. Lives spent in the cracks of civilization.
He was the youngest by far—but his eyes were the fiercest.
“You sure about this, kid?” said Axel, the grizzled leader.
“My father’s in there.” Elijah’s voice didn’t waver. “We go in. We don’t leave without him.”
Inside the compound, Damien hung by his wrists.
His once-sharp features were gaunt, beard overgrown, bruises painting his ribs. But his eyes still burned.
He whispered Arielle’s name like a prayer, like a promise.
Then—gunfire.
Chaos.
The first explosion tore through the eastern gate. Guards scrambled. Sirens wailed. Axel’s team stormed in from all angles.
Elijah’s heart pounded. He moved like lightning, ducking behind crates, firing when necessary, scanning every face, every hallway.
“Third floor!” someone shouted. “North wing!”
Elijah ran.
He reached the cell door and kicked it in.
Time froze.
Damien looked up.
“Dad...” Elijah choked out.
Damien blinked like he was seeing a ghost.
“Elijah?”
The boy ran forward, knife in hand, cutting the bindings.
Damien collapsed into his arms.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Damien rasped.
“You will now,” Elijah whispered. “Come on.”
Axel covered their retreat. The compound erupted in flames behind them.
Damien winced with every step, leaning on Elijah.
Outside, a jeep waited. Gunfire still cracked behind them.
“Drive!” Elijah screamed.
And they did—into the horizon, into freedom.
Later, Damien lay on a cot in a safehouse. Bandaged. Breathing. Alive.
Elijah watched him sleep.
He couldn’t stop shaking.
“You did it,” Mason said quietly, appearing beside him.
“He’s safe,” Elijah whispered. “But everything’s changed.”
Mason nodded.
“Then let’s go home.”
Back in the empire, Arielle stood on a cliff by the sea.
She turned when her phone buzzed
A photo.
Damien.
Alive.
She dropped to her knees.
And finally let herself cry.
Elijah crouched beneath a rusting fence, eyes narrowed on the target up ahead—an old munitions factory, now repurposed into a fortress of shadows.
Beside him, six mercenaries loaded their rifles in silence. Hardened faces. Hushed oaths. Lives spent in the cracks of civilization.
He was the youngest by far—but his eyes were the fiercest.
“You sure about this, kid?” said Axel, the grizzled leader.
“My father’s in there.” Elijah’s voice didn’t waver. “We go in. We don’t leave without him.”
Inside the compound, Damien hung by his wrists.
His once-sharp features were gaunt, beard overgrown, bruises painting his ribs. But his eyes still burned.
He whispered Arielle’s name like a prayer, like a promise.
Then—gunfire.
Chaos.
The first explosion tore through the eastern gate. Guards scrambled. Sirens wailed. Axel’s team stormed in from all angles.
Elijah’s heart pounded. He moved like lightning, ducking behind crates, firing when necessary, scanning every face, every hallway.
“Third floor!” someone shouted. “North wing!”
Elijah ran.
He reached the cell door and kicked it in.
Time froze.
Damien looked up.
“Dad...” Elijah choked out.
Damien blinked like he was seeing a ghost.
“Elijah?”
The boy ran forward, knife in hand, cutting the bindings.
Damien collapsed into his arms.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Damien rasped.
“You will now,” Elijah whispered. “Come on.”
Axel covered their retreat. The compound erupted in flames behind them.
Damien winced with every step, leaning on Elijah.
Outside, a jeep waited. Gunfire still cracked behind them.
“Drive!” Elijah screamed.
And they did—into the horizon, into freedom.
Later, Damien lay on a cot in a safehouse. Bandaged. Breathing. Alive.
Elijah watched him sleep.
He couldn’t stop shaking.
“You did it,” Mason said quietly, appearing beside him.
“He’s safe,” Elijah whispered. “But everything’s changed.”
Mason nodded.
“Then let’s go home.”
Back in the empire, Arielle stood on a cliff by the sea.
She turned when her phone buzzed
A photo.
Damien.
Alive.
She dropped to her knees.
And finally let herself cry.
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