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A bomb was strapped to my chest, with only a ten-minute countdown.
I was forced to call Don Logan Carbone, my boyfriend, "I've been kidnapped! Don't—"
"What the hell are you playing at?" he snarled. "I told you I was handling business. How dare you joke about this!"
His furious roar came through the phone, followed by the sweet, coquettish voice of another woman.
Even the kidnappers shook their heads and sighed. "Logan doesn't give a damn about this whore. We grabbed the wrong one."
Before the world went white, I sent my last text. Goodbye, Logan. I hope we never meet again.
My body was obliterated. But my soul was trapped, chained to his side.
And then, I overheard a secret.

A Bomb for His Beloved

I regretted meeting Logan, regretted letting all of this happen. I regretted even more that I had a huge fight with my father right before I died.


All because he urged me to break up with this dangerous man.


My parents would never hurt me. The one who hurt me was myself.


Watching the stooped figures of my parents as they left, my heart filled with a bitter hatred. I hated Logan and Marco, but I hated myself more.


As for Logan, he just closed the door. He thought for a moment, his brow furrowed. Finally, he called my number.


"Jasmine, can you stop with your damn temper tantrums? Your parents are old, and you're making them worry! Do you have any conscience at all?" He sent the voice message to my voicemail.


After hanging up, he returned to the family's base. The moment he walked in, he ran into Luca.


Luca reported that the men watching Marco's safe house said he still hadn't returned.


Chapter 6