Chapter 891
Chapter 890:
“Elliana, where are you rushing off to?” Adah called out, confused by the sudden urgency.
“I have something important to handle,” Elliana called back without slowing down.
Something important? Those words electrified Adah and the Four Guardians. They all leaped to their feet, their eyes lighting up with excitement. It had been far too long since they had any task, and they were practically starving for some adventure. All five of them rushed after her at once.
“Elliana, do you want us to come with p>
Elliana didn’t even glance back as she headed out the door. “I don’t need backup for this one p>
Adah and the Four Guardians came to an abrupt halt, their faces falling with disappointment.
Elliana strode out of the mansion, swung her leg over her motorcycle, and roared the engine to life. The night had wrapped the city in deep shadows, with only the scattered streetlights creating small pools of amber light along the empty roads.
As Elliana rounded a sharp corner, her bike swept past a sleek black sedan going in the opposite direction. Cole was behind the wheel. She spotted him immediately but didn’t slow down. Based on the route his car was taking, she bet he was probably heading to Rosewood Villa to see her. But she was racing against time to catch Carlos and couldn’t afford any distractions.
Cole recognized her just as quickly. Even though the helmet completely hid her face, he knew that posture, that way of moving, instantly. He slammed on his brakes and twisted around to watch Elliana’s taillights disappear into the darkness.
What could possibly be so urgent that she was speeding through the city alone at this hour of the night?
Cole hesitated for only a moment before twisting the wheel, spinning the car around, and speeding after Elliana’s motorcycle.
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Elliana caught a glimpse of Cole in her rearview mirror, his car closing in quickly. She paid him no mind, letting him chase.
The calculation was simple. His mother, Sophie, and her mother, Rita, were incredibly close. There was no point in hiding the fact that she was hunting Carlos.
Time was slipping through her fingers. Elliana pushed the bike harder, the engine screaming at its limit. Cole stayed right on her tail, the two of them flying through the streets like arrows loosed from the same string.
His eyes never left her back. Fear coiled tightly in his gut at the thought of losing her. Yet, shock lingered—he never would have imagined that Lilah, the pampered socialite, could ride like this. She moved with the grace of a shadow in a spy thriller.
It left him wondering. Before she returned to the Campbells, who had raised her? And why would a man of wealth and power forge his adopted daughter into someone like this?
Then, something else caught his attention—the motorcycle. It tugged at his memory like a half-remembered dream. Every curve, every detail felt familiar. Too familiar. But the answer wouldn’t come.
Everyone assumed Cole had woken up to remember the whole world except Elliana. But the truth was far from it. Many details had blurred in his memory—people just weren’t aware of it. This motorcycle was one of them. Once, it had been his—a four-million-dollar prize from an auction, kept at Regal Grove. Then, Elliana had taken a liking to it, and soon, it became hers exclusively.
When she eventually moved out of Regal Grove, she couldn’t bear to part with it and had it moved to Rosewood Villa. It became her companion, her favorite for solitary rides.