His Bride, Her Revenge-Chapter 63: The Broken Oath

The night air thickened as Cambria stepped onto the stone pathway leading toward the safe house. Her eyes locked on the shadowed figure at the doorway, a silhouette tall and lean, with a familiar posture that sent a chill down her spine.

Maddox was already moving, instinctively placing himself in front of her. His shoulders squared, and his voice dropped to a warning growl. "Show yourself."

The figure stepped into the porch light.

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Cambria’s breath caught.

His suit was crumpled, his tie loosened, and there was blood staining the cuff of his left sleeve. His usually polished appearance was replaced by something more primal, more real but his eyes, sharp and haunted, found hers with startling clarity.

"I tried to stop them," Julian said, his voice raw. "They knew you’d go after Blackwood. They were always one step ahead."

Maddox didn’t move. "Why are you here?"

Julian ignored him, his eyes never leaving Cambria’s. "Because she’s in more danger than either of you realizes. You both walked straight into Blackwood’s trap, and now... they’ve activated the final phase."

Cambria took a step forward. "What final phase?"

Julian exhaled, pain flickering through his features. "It wasn’t just about exposing you or destroying Maddox’s reputation. This has always been about something deeper about the heir."

Maddox narrowed his eyes. "What heir?"

Julian looked at Cambria. "Yours."

The world tilted.

The porch light buzzed above her, a dull flicker, but the roaring in Cambria’s ears drowned out everything else.

"No," she whispered.

Julian stepped closer, lowering his voice. "The child you lost wasn’t a miscarriage. It was taken."

Cambria’s knees nearly gave out. Maddox reached for her, instinct overriding all else, but she pulled away, needing the distance to process.

"You’re lying," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

Julian shook his head, his face gravely. "The doctors were part of it. Blackwood’s people intercepted the ambulance that night. You were sedated for days. They made sure you believed the lie."

Maddox was pale, fists clenched. "That’s impossible."

Julian’s jaw tightened. "I didn’t believe it either. Until I found the records. And Cambria, they kept him alive as leverage. As insurance. That’s why they lured you back."

Cambria felt like the ground had been yanked from under her. Her child is alive? Held hostage as a pawn in a revenge war?

The broken oath wasn’t just about a marriage. It was about motherhood stolen, truth twisted, futures erased.

"What do they want?" she choked.

Julian stepped back, lowering his voice. "They want to trade him... for you."

Maddox moved swiftly, grabbing Julian by the collar and slamming him against the doorway. "Why didn’t you tell us sooner?"

Julian didn’t fight back. "Because I didn’t trust you. Either of you. I thought Cambria would destroy you and walk away. But when I realized what Blackwood had planned... I couldn’t stay out of it."

Cambria’s chest heaved, the weight of this truth suffocating her.

"They have my son," she whispered.

Julian looked away. "They’ve had him for three years."

Maddox released Julian with a shove and turned to her, pain etched deep into his features. "Cam... I didn’t know. I swear to you."

Cambria wrapped her arms around herself, eyes glassy. "No. You didn’t know. But you still left me to bleed alone. I begged you that night, Maddox. And you walked away."

"I was trying to protect you from my father," he said, voice shaking. "He told me if I didn’t frame you, if I didn’t destroy the marriage, he’d ruin your name. I didn’t know what it meant... this."

The silence between them pulsed like a wound.

Julian stepped forward. "We don’t have time for guilt. We have a window. They’ll transfer the child in less than twenty-four hours. We need to intercept."

"Where?" Cambria asked, her voice low and deadly.

Julian reached into his coat and pulled out a map. "Upstate. Private airfield owned by one of Blackwood’s shell corporations. I’ve already arranged for a diversion. But we’ll need someone on the inside."

Maddox turned to her. "You’re not going in alone."

She didn’t answer at first, her mind consumed by the face she had never seen her son’s.

"I’m not letting them raise him like a weapon," she finally said. "I don’t care what it takes. I’ll burn their empire to the ground."

Julian nodded grimly. "Then we do it together. One last job. One last war."

Scene Shift The Airfield, 3:00 AM

The winds howled across the open tarmac as Maddox, Cambria, and Julian crouched in the shadows of the hangars.

Spotlights swept across the field, and trucks rolled slowly toward the jet at the far end. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter.

Cambria was dressed in black tactical gear, her hair tied tightly back, her expression unyielding.

Julian handed her a small earpiece. "I’ll take the west corridor. You and Maddox enter through the northern passage. The child will be in a reinforced transport vehicle. If we hit hard and fast, they won’t have time to react."

Maddox locked eyes with her. "We bring him home."

Cambria nodded. "Alive."

They moved as one.

The first wave of guards went down quickly, silenced by tranquilizer darts Julian had insisted on using no bloodshed unless absolutely necessary.

Cambria’s breath was steady as they advanced, her heart hammering with every step. For three years, she had lived with a ghost. Now she was walking into the fire to retrieve what was hers.

They reached the vehicle.

Inside, through the reinforced window, she saw him.

A boy, maybe three years old, asleep, strapped into a safety harness. He had Maddox’s chin. Her eyes.

Her knees nearly gave out.

But before she could move, the alarm sounded.

Blackwood’s men swarmed from the hangars, bullets ripping through the silence.

Maddox pulled her to cover, shouting orders. Julian provided suppressive fire from the flank.

Cambria crawled beneath the vehicle, reaching up to unlock the latch. The door hissed open.

She unbuckled the child, wrapping him in her arms as carefully as if he were made of glass.

"Mommy’s here," she whispered. "I’ve got you now."

Maddox covered them as they retreated. Smoke grenades filled the air, obscuring vision, throwing their enemies into chaos.

They sprinted for the getaway vehicle.

Bullets whizzed past. Sirens howled. But they made it.

Cambria collapsed in the backseat, the boy nestled against her. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, unstoppable.

He stirred, tiny arms reaching around her neck.

"Hi," he whispered, eyes fluttering open.

Her heart shattered and healed in a single breath.

"Hi, baby," she whispered back, kissing his hair. "Mommy’s here."

Back at the safe house, as Cambria tucked her son into a warm bed for the first time, a flash drive fell from the blanket he had been wrapped in one marked with the sigil of Blackwood Industries.

Maddox picked it up, his expression hardening.

"What the hell is this?"

Julian leaned in.

"That... is the final phase."