The Tyrant's Stolen Bride-Chapter 102: Cracks in the Plan

Rowan’s feet hit the apron, sprinted towards the building the moment he touched down, leaving Damian blinking in confusion.

"Boss, why are you in such a hurry?" he shouted, watching his boss look so anxious.

"Take the luggage to the car," Rowan barked without slowing.

He sprinted with the tracker in one hand, the red dot blinking as his gaze flicked between the screen and the path ahead.

Lyra had triggered the alarm, the one he had once given her for safety. She would not have activated it unless something was wrong. Rowan could not afford to take this lightly, and seeing the dot moving made him restless.

In the chaos of following the tracker’s signal, he accidentally bumped into Camela, who was heading toward the waiting area.

The collision forced them both off balance, and Rowan halted abruptly. He muttered a quick apology and rushed on without looking back.

Camela froze. Her eyes briefly caught sight of the device in his palm, blinking red. He was rushing toward the car as it pulled away.

The realization sank in. "No way... he couldn’t possibly know already."

Everything was unfolding too quickly. Rowan had already realized something was wrong with his wife, and if those men were caught, she would be exposed.

Unease crept in as she clenched her fist. She moved to an isolated seat at the far end of the area, and called her mother.

"Idiot. Even something this simple, you couldn’t handle," Rosalba snapped from the other end of the line.

Tears welled up. Camela wiped them away with the back of her hand as they slid down her cheeks. She could not imagine the consequences if she were caught by Dante or Rowan.

"What should I do now?" Camela asked in a trembling voice, seeking her mother’s help. But even Rosalba did not seem to know what to do.

"Run, Camela. Just run and hide. They will not let you live if you are caught. I can help you," she said, then ended the call.

Her breath hitched at her mother’s words. She wondered if her mother did not love her at all, leaving her to handle everything on her own.

Outside the airport, near the arrival pickup area, the car struggled to pick up speed as people crossed the road back and forth.

Rowan ran through the scattered crowd as he pushed forward in pursuit, following closely the car that matched the red dot moving on the device.

The men in the car were unaware of who the woman Camela had just thrown into their vehicle really was. Camela had told them that the woman was merely a doctor responsible for James’s death.

They assumed no one would come looking for her, just as no one had looked for Ivy before, so they let their guard down.

As the car approached the turn ahead, the driver tapped the brakes, easing the car into a slower pace.

At that moment, a sudden thud slammed against the window.

They jolted as Rowan appeared beside the car, his fist striking the glass again before he wrenched open the unlocked front passenger door.

He grabbed the man by the collar and hauled him out of the moving car, forcing him onto the pavement and slammed his fist into his face.

The single blow knocked him out cold. His nose broke on impact, blood spilling down instantly.

The car lurched sideways as the driver lost control, slamming into the side of a building before coming to a dead stop.

Rowan sprinted for the opening door, grabbed the frame, and drove both feet into the driver’s face.

The impact snapped the man’s head to the side, slamming it hard against the window before he went unconscious.

That left only one man. Shaken but conscious after the crash, he groped around until his hand found the gun.

In the next second, he grabbed Lyra and shoved the barrel against her temple, then swung it toward Rowan, who was positioned in the front seat, before pressing it back to Lyra again.

His hand trembled. "Let me escape, or I’ll shoot her," he threatened.

Rowan’s expression darkened. That man had dared to touch his wife.

Slowly, he raised both hands.

"Release her," he said, his eyes fixed on Lyra, who was unconscious.

"In your dreams," the man spat.

From inside the car, he noticed people nearby beginning to realize what was happening. The moment they saw the gun, screams erupted and the crowd scattered.

The man pressed the muzzle harder against Lyra’s head, his grip tightening as panic crept in.

Rowan’s voice remained steady. "Let her go, and I’ll get you out of here."

"No way. I’m taking her with me," the man snapped, stubbornly holding Lyra against him.

If he released her, of course they would catch him immediately. He thought he was being clever, laying out his escape strategy, unaware that Rowan was buying time and waiting for backup to move.

Rowan glanced around and then noticed help arriving.

Two men approached the car from behind, moving in cautiously, bending low as they closed in.

The signal was exchanged between the three of them. In the next instant, both side doors swung open.

Kane grabbed the man while Rowan seized the gun, and Martin pulled Lyra out of the car. The man struggled as he was restrained and kicked Lyra hard in the back.

The sight made Rowan’s face darken.

He punched the man repeatedly, until the face swelled, the nose broke, and the mouth split open.

Security guards rushed, dragging the unconscious criminals away from Rowan and restraining them until the police arrived.

When the police showed up moments later, they raised their brows at the brutal scene. A security guard quickly explained what had happened.

One of the officers nudged him and whispered, "Why didn’t he just beat them to death? It would be easier to deal with bodies than living criminals. They’ve hurt so many victims already. They’re worse than animals."

Then he approached Kane, who was waiting nearby to give his statement.

"Are you the one who did all this?" he asked.

"Of course not." Kane leaned closer and pointed at his face. "Does this handsome face look brutal to you?"

The officer shook his head quickly. "No, no. Don’t misunderstand. I just wanted to thank you for helping catch them. They’ve been wanted for a long time. This is the first time we’ve managed to take them in."

From a distance, Camela watched, tension tightening her chest. She had waited to see whether the man would manage to escape, and because of that, she missed her flight.