The divorced military queen awakens novel

Military 555 Summary Julius receives unsettling news that Joaquin has escaped from Celosia prison, having bribed guards and vanished without any official record of leaving the country. Despite trying to stay calm for Quinn, who is pregnant, Julius is deeply troubled, fearing the dangerous consequences of Joaquin's freedom. He suspects that Joaquin will seek revenge on Quinn, who had humiliated him by using AI to trap him and send him to prison. Determined to protect Quinn at all costs, Julius vows to find Joaquin and stop him, even if it means confronting the man who gave him life.

He orders his team to coordinate with the police to capture Joaquin dead or alive as soon as his location is discovered. Meanwhile, Julius tries to maintain a sense of normalcy at home, bringing Quinn snacks and tenderly helping her dry her hair after a shower. Their quiet domestic moment is filled with warmth and intimacy, contrasting sharply with the looming threat outside. As Julius feeds Quinn a pastry, their playful and affectionate exchange reveals the deep bond and love they share, even as danger approaches.

Quinn admits to being captivated by Julius's charm and good looks, and their closeness offers a brief respite from the tension surrounding Joaquin's escape. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below 555 Prison Break "What's wrong?" Quinn asked softly, noticing the sudden chill that crept across Julius' face. He forced a tight smile, quickly ending the call and slipping the phone into his pocket. "It's nothing," he said, though the tension in his voice betrayed him.

Quinn was still in her first trimester, and Julius knew any intense surge of emotion could be dangerous for both her and their unborn child. Until he understood exactly how Joaquin had managed to slip away from his confinement in Celosia, there was no benefit in panicking. It was better to keep quiet for now. "Your meeting's over, right? Shall we head back?" Julius suggested, steering the conversation away from the troubling news. "Yes, it's done. Let's go home," Quinn replied, casting a brief, concerned glance at his pale, drawn face.

Throughout the drive, Quinn sensed Julius' mind drifting far ahead of them, leaving only a hollow shell beside her. She wondered if it was that call that had shaken him so deeply. What could have unsettled him this badly? She had seen Julius distracted before, but never haunted like this. His eyes carried the weight of a man bracing himself for something dreadful on the horizon. Was the Whitethorn Group in jeopardy, or was this fear rooted in something far more personal? He wasn't ready to talk yet, and Quinn refused to push him.

She wanted him to share the truth willingly, not have it dragged out by her worry. Once home, Quinn slipped into the master bathroom, while Julius retreated to his study and redialed the number that had shattered their evening. "Explain how Joaquin escaped," Julius demanded, his voice low and steady, but edged with steel. "Several guards took heavy bribes," came the grim reply. "Joaquin feigned a sudden illness and was transported to the hospital. He vanished from the ward.

There's no record of him leaving Celosia, yet we've found no trace of him anywhere inside the country." Julius clenched his jaw tightly, a vein throbbing at his temple. "Keep searching. The absence of an exit record doesn't mean he's still here," Julius ordered. With Joaquin's skills, stealing a stranger's passport and slipping across a border would be child's play. He berated himself for the oversight.

He had assumed that a prison full of charges would keep Joaquin tangled up in legal battles, never anticipating that the man would choose to flee, trading a courtroom for the dangerous freedom of a fugitive. In Julius' mind, the next move played out like a dark chess opening. Joaquin would come for Quinn. That certainty settled over Julius like an icy grip. He knew Joaquin never forgot a grudge. Quinn had humiliated that ruthless old man, using cutting-edge AI to conjure images and a voice mimicking his late wife, luring him into the trap that landed him behind bars.

The moment prison doors opened, Joaquin would hunt her down-that much Julius was sure of, as solid and unyielding as steel. So Julius made a vow to himself: he would protect Quinn from any retaliation. If that meant raising a weapon against the man who had given him life, then so be it. "The instant Joaquin's location is confirmed, coordinate with the police. Bring him in-dead or alive, no matter the cost," Julius said, his voice low and resolute. "Understood," came the reply. The call ended.

A servant appeared, carrying a polished silver tray laden with petite pastries and freshly sliced fruit. Julius raised a hand. "Give it to me. I'll take it to her." The servant placed the tray into Julius' waiting palms. Moving with deliberate calm, Julius carried it to the bedroom just as Quinn emerged from the bathroom, fresh from her shower and wrapped in a silk robe that clung softly to her damp skin. "Have some snacks," he said gently, setting the tray on the vanity. "In a minute," she replied, running her fingers through her wet hair. "Let me dry this first." "You eat.

I'll handle your hair," he murmured, his tone tender. He reached for the hairdryer and switched it on, the soft hum filling the quiet room. Quinn settled in front of the dressing-table mirror, nibbling on the pastries and fruit while Julius stood behind her. Warm air drifted through his careful fingers as he worked through her dark hair. His long, pianist fingers moved with gentle precision, massaging her scalp as if each stroke were a silent declaration of love. Watching him in the mirror, Quinn lifted another bite-sized cake. "Want some?" she offered. "Gladly," Julius replied.

She began to turn, preparing to feed him the sweet treat, but Julius was quicker. He leaned down first. Her breath caught as the mirror reflected his head lowering, his mouth inching closer to the morsel balanced delicately on her fingertips. His long lashes, dark as raven wings, brushed his cheeks. His lips parted, teeth sinking gently into the pastry before pulling back, chewing slowly and deliberately. Quinn's heart skipped a beat. A simple bite had never looked so intimate, so irresistibly magnetic. "Not bad," he murmured, lifting his gaze until their eyes met in the mirror's reflection.

"Mm-hmm. I... I think it's delicious too," she admitted, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She forced a small laugh, scolding herself for blushing over something as innocent as feeding a cake. He switched off the dryer. "What's so funny?" "You," she teased, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're way too handsome for my peace of mind. I keep falling for that face." Her words were playful, but underneath lay a deep truth. Time and again, he still managed to steal her breath away. "Am I really that handsome in your eyes?" he whispered. She turned to face him fully. "Yes.

From the very first moment I saw you, I thought-there goes an impossibly beautiful man." Back then, she could never have imagined that their lives would intertwine so closely, so electrifyingly, that neither would ever be able to break free. Julius leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched. The faint scent of sandalwood clung to his coat, warm and intoxicating in the dimly lit room. "Since you think I'm such a sight, how do you plan to reward me?" His voice dropped to a low, teasing murmur that brushed across her skin like velvet.

Conclusion The chapter closes on a tender moment that contrasts sharply with the looming threat shadowing Julius and Quinn's lives. Despite the danger Joaquin's escape represents, their connection remains a sanctuary-an intimate space where love and vulnerability intertwine. Julius' quiet devotion in caring for Quinn, coupled with her playful affection, reveals the strength of their bond, a delicate yet unbreakable thread holding them together amid uncertainty. Yet beneath the warmth of their shared moments, the weight of impending conflict presses heavily on Julius' heart.

Julius' protective instincts will be tested, and Quinn's own strength may come to the fore in unexpected ways, especially as the danger inches closer to their doorstep. Emotions will run high as the couple navigates the fine line between love and fear, trust and suspicion. Julius' internal battle-between his duty to safeguard Quinn and the haunting ties to his past-will create a compelling undercurrent of conflict. Readers can anticipate moments charged with both tenderness and urgency, where every glance and gesture carries the weight of unspoken fears and fierce devotion.

Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.