Read The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins novel by Artemis Z.Y. Updated 2025 -26 - The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 202

The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 202

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Kyle’s POV

Time became a physical entity, something I could feel slipping through my fingers as I raced across the Atlantic. Seven hours had never felt so eternal.

As soon as the plane touched down in New York, I was already on my phone. “Status update,” I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

“No response from Ms. Williams,” Matthew replied, his usual professional detachment wavering slightly. “Her phone appears to be turned off. We’ve checked her apartment–she’s not there. Her mother hasn’t seen her since this morning.”

“And Nate Pierce?”

“Still tracking. His digital footprint is… unusual. Almost professionally scrubbed.”

“What about the surveillance feeds? I know you have access.”

Matthew hesitated. “We’ve been searching traffic cameras near her building, sir. Nothing conclusive yet.”

“Keep looking,” I said, already striding toward the waiting car. “And tell the security team at her apartment to stay alert. I want to know the instant she returns.”

But she hadn’t returned. Four hours later, I sat in my office, surrounded by screens displaying various surveillance feeds from across the city, the unease in my gut hardening into something darker.

“Sir?” One of my security analysts looked up from his station. “We may have something.”

I was beside him in an instant.

“Facial recognition picked up Ms. Williams at this location,” he explained, pulling up a frozen frame from a security camera. “East Village, approximately 1:47 PM today.”

The image showed Mia emerging from a small Mediterranean restaurant, one hand resting protectively on her swollen belly, the other clutching what appeared to be a takeout container.

“Do we have anything after this?” I demanded.

“Working on it,” the analyst replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “The next camera in sequence would be ”

“There.” Another team member called out. “Street corner camera, 1:52 PM.”

The new feed showed a black sedan with tinted windows pulling away from the curb, barely visible in the frame.

“Enhance and run the plate.”

“Already on it, sir,” Matthew replied. “Registered to a shell company, but we’re tracking its movements through the city’s camera network. Heading north on FDR Drive, then east toward Queens.”

I felt ice form in my veins. “That area has multiple industrial complexes. Warehouses. Places where someone

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could be held without witnesses.”

“Sir, I recommend we inform the police-”

“No time,” I cut him off. “We don’t know who’s involved or how deep this goes. Get me our highest–level security full tactical gear. We move in fifteen minutes.”

“Kyle,” Matthew said quietly, using my first name for perhaps the first time in our professional relationship. This is beyond our scope. These people are clearly dangerous.”

“Then I suggest you arm yourself accordingly,” I replied, already moving toward the elevator. “I’ll meet you in the garage.”

The drive to Queens was interminable, each second stretching like an hour. The black SUV cut through traffic with practiced precision, its reinforced frame and bulletproof glass suddenly inadequate protection against the fear clawing at my chest.

“Latest Intel,” Matthew reported from the passenger seat, phone pressed to his ear. “Target vehicle entered a private high–security building off Vernon Boulevard. Owned by CP Global Ventures.

“Charles Porter. That mysterious person in charge of the Porters.” I said, I checked my weapon–a 9mm Glock, military–grade, loaded with hollow points. The weight felt reassuring against my palm.

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“Approaching target,” our driver announced, slowing as we neared a nondescript building with an underground parking entrance. “Security checkpoint ahead.”

“Options?” I asked Matthew.

“Two armed guards at the gate. Unknown number inside. Building has multiple floors, private elevator access. We don’t know which floor they’re holding her on.”

I made my decision instantly. “Drive through the checkpoint. Full speed.”

Matthew didn’t question the order. “Brace for impact,” he warned the team.

The SUV accelerated, ramming through the security barrier with a metallic screech. Gunfire erupted immediately, bullets pinging harmlessly off the vehicle’s reinforced exterior.

“Maintain speed,” I ordered. “Head for the loading bay.”

The vehicle swerved, tires squealing as we veered toward a large roll–up door. Impact was jarring but effective- the door buckled, allowing us access to the building’s interior.

“Move!” I commanded, throwing open my door the instant we stopped. “Delta team, secure the perimeter. Alpha with

me.”

Four men fell in behind mepweapons drawn, as we advanced toward the service elevator. The firefight was brief but intense–Porter’s security personnel were professional but unprepared for our sudden assault.

“Clear,” one of my men reported as the last guard fell.

“Elevator controls,” I instructed, approaching the panel. “Can we override?”

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Matthew examined the system. “Blorhythm scanner. We’d need Porter’s fingerprint.”

I looked at the fallen guard, calculating. “Take his security badge. We’ll use the stairs.”

The ascent was methodical, each floor cleared systematically. The fourth level revealed offices, the fifth executive suites. All empty.

“Sir,” Matthew called from a stairwell. “Secondary elevator. Private access. Leads to a penthouse level not shown on the building plans.” Read complete version only at FіndNovel.net

“That’s where they’re holding her,” I said with certainty.

The security panel beside this elevator was more sophisticated–retinal scan, fingerprint reader, keycode.

“We can’t bypass this,” Matthew said. “Not quickly, anyway.”

I studied the control panel, then the surrounding walls. “We’re not using the elevator. Find me the access shaft.” Five minutes later, we’d located the maintenance hatch. The climb was treacherous–two hundred feet up a narrow metal ladder, in near darkness, with only tactical flashlights to guide us.

At the top level, I paused, signaling the team to hold position. Voices filtered through the thin maintenance door -male, authoritative. And then, faintly, a voice that stopped my heart.

Mia.

She was alive.