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Married Before Midnight - Married Before Midnight by Sienna Quinn - Chapter 47
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Married Before Midnight
Chapter 47: Safehouse
Hannah’s breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled into Lucas’s car, her fingers trembling against the door handle. The world outside blurred as Lucas sped away, the weight of Isobel’s words pressing against her chest like a vise. Leigh’s death was tied to misplaced trust. The words echoed in her mind, sharp and unrelenting. She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms, as if the pain could ground her. Lucas didn’t speak, his jaw set in a hard line, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled. The silence between them was heavy, filled with everything they couldn’t say—yet.
They drove for what felt like hours, the city fading into dense woods until Lucas turned onto a narrow dirt road. A small wooden cabin emerged from the trees, its windows dark, its presence almost forgotten. “Leigh used this place,” Lucas said quietly as he killed the engine. “For cases he couldn’t risk bringing home.” Hannah swallowed hard, stepping out into the crisp night air. The cabin was unassuming, the kind of place no one would look twice at. But inside, it held ghosts. The door creaked as Lucas pushed it open, revealing a single room with a worn couch, a desk, and a fireplace long gone cold. Dust motes swirled in the dim light as Hannah stepped inside, her gaze immediately drawn to the papers scattered across the desk. Leigh’s notes. Her breath hitched as she reached for them, her fingers tracing the familiar handwriting.
Diagrams of Dawson Corporation’s financial trails, lists of names with question marks beside them, and— A letter. Her name was scrawled across the top in Leigh’s hurried script. Hannah, If you’re reading this, I’m sorry. I never wanted you involved in this mess. But if it’s come to this, then I need you to know—you were always the strongest of us. You see things others don’t. And if I don’t make it out of this, it’s because I trusted the wrong person. Not you. Never you. Find the recording. It’s everything. —Leigh A sob tore from her throat before she could stop it. The paper crumpled in her grip as her knees gave way, the weight of grief and guilt crashing over her. Lucas was beside her in an instant, his hands steady on her shoulders. “Hey. Look at me.” She couldn’t. The words on the page blurred through her tears. “He knew. He knew he might not make it back, and he still—” “And he still trusted you to finish it,” Lucas said firmly. His voice was rough, but his grip was gentle. “Leigh once told me, ‘If someone’s going to follow in my footsteps, it can only be Hannah.’
He believed in you. Even now.” She sucked in a shuddering breath, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. “What if I can’t do this?” “You already are.” Lucas moved to the desk, pulling out a small hard drive from his pocket—the one Hannah had copied from Leigh’s files. He plugged it into an old laptop, the screen flickering to life. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— An audio file appeared, encrypted. Lucas exhaled sharply. “This is it.” Hannah wiped her face, forcing herself to focus. “Can you open it?” “I can try.” His fingers flew over the keys, entering codes Leigh had taught them both. The file resisted at first, then— A voice crackled through the speakers. “—the deal is set. The funds will be transferred by the end of the week.” Dawson.
Hannah’s blood ran cold. Another voice answered, smooth and authoritative. “And the oversight?” “Taken care of. Leigh Carter won’t be a problem much longer.” A beat of silence. Then— Leigh’s voice, faint but clear, as if recorded from a hidden device. “If I don’t survive, make sure Hannah learns the truth. She’s the only one I trust.”
The recording ended abruptly. Hannah’s hands shook. “They planned it. They planned his—” The lights went out. Darkness swallowed the room. Hannah froze, her pulse roaring in her ears. Lucas’s voice was a whisper. “Someone’s here.” Outside, the crunch of footsteps on gravel. Then—silence. And the unmistakable click of a gun’s safety being released.