My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: She’s A Target
“What happened? You need to slow down,” Anastasia said, her frown deepening when she noticed Tracie looking so serious as she drove the car.

“There are some people following us,” Tracie said through gritted teeth. She didn’t want Anastasia to know about the situation, but now she was forced to inform her.

“What?” Anastasia gasped, turning to look behind her. And just immediately, her bodyguard’s car tumbled over, crashing several times before it hit the bridge.

However, It didn’t only end there.

The car exploded with a deafening roar, flames erupting in all directions. The fire engulfed not just the car itself, but also the unfortunate vehicles that collided into the blazing wreckage.

Anastasia’s eyes widened in shock, her crystal clear blue eyes reflecting the flames.

“Tracie you need to go faster,” Kael said, jerking his body upright.

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” Tracie questioned, clearly exasperated.

She checked through the rearview mirror but she couldn’t see the two cars that were following them earlier. However, that didn’t stop her from continuing to speed up.

“I’m taking the shortcut since we’ve lost them,” she said, giving the car a right turn as entered the shortcut. “That should get us to Xavier’s house sooner.”

The Clark mansion was still a farther distance from where they were, else she would have gone over there instead.

Besides, the estate held enough security to stop the men chasing them.

Anastasia only subconsciously nodded, her fingers on the ruby necklace around her neck as anxiety shot through her fingers, tears threatening to pool in her eyes since she didn’t know who could be after them.

Quickly, Anastasia decided to call Xavier, not sure of what to want to tell him, but hearing his voice would calm her down possibly.

At the mansion, Xavier was already on the road, tracking Anastasia through the GPS track he’d installed on her phone in case a situation like this came up.

All of a sudden, his phone rang with a phone call.

“Ana, I’m on my way. Everything is going to be fine,” he said as soon as the call connected.

“Xavier…who—”

Just as Anastasia was about to finish her sentence, a loud crash echoed through the phone, abruptly cutting the call. Xavier’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at his screen, the silence on the other end deafening. The sound hadn’t been just a simple crash—it was something far worse, and he could feel it in his gut. His mind raced, wondering what could have happened.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the veins on his hands bulged beneath his skin. If he clenched any harder, the steering wheel might snap under the pressure.

“Are you there yet?!!” Xavier roared after placing another call.

“Not yet sir,” his men responded, their tone mixed with different kinds of emotions. Xavier hung up on the call, driving even faster, breaking the speed limit but he couldn’t bring himself to be bothered about the consequences.

He had a main goal in mind, and that was to reach Anastasia and their baby.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the street—the shortcut Tracie had decided to take earlier—their car tumbled over, the trio inside badly injured due to the impact from the car that had intentionally collided with them.

“Anastasia,” Tracie managed to call, wincing in pain as she tried to get rid of her seatbelt, tumbling just when she succeeded, the pieces of the glass stabbing her hands. But she didn’t pay them any attention. “Anastasia,” she called Anastasia who was still sitting upside down, unconscious, her face painted with her blood.

“Kael!!” Tracie called with all her might, waking up her brother. “We need to get out of here!”

Instinctively, Kael took off his seatbelt also, repeating Tracie’s move when she’d undone hers while Tracie woke up Anastasia immediately.

“Ana, we need to get out of here.”

Ana stared at her surroundings, everything coming back to her.

‘The chase…accident.’

Tracie assisted Anastasia in undoing her seatbelt so she wouldn’t tumble over since she was pregnant.

Tracie kicked the door open, pulling Anastasia out when she suddenly saw the men dressed in black standing before them.

“Hand over the girl and no one dies,” the man who had a scar on his left eye demanded, half of his face covered with stubble.

“In that case, get ready to die,” Tracie responded, her eyes cold as she scanned through the men surrounding them.

Half of her energy was already gone due to the car crash, including the injuries on her hands.

Subtly, she stared at her bleeding arm, already feeling tired. But since her little sister was the target, she needed to stay awake.

“Kael…”

“Right here,” Kael replied, in a defensive stance, ready to attack.

“Since you want it the hard way, we’ll do it the hard way,” the man with the scar said. “Get the girl!!” He ordered, and the men surrounding them attacked all at once, more than half of them aiming for where Anastasia was but Tracie and Kael fought them from getting closer.

One got brave enough to try to grab Anastasia, and Tracie grabbed his hand, took out one of the sharp pieces of glass that had pierced her, and slit his throat with it.

Three men came for her all at once, trying to take her down, but she didn’t give them a chance to.

Anastasia, despite being pregnant, took out three men, still wondering who could want her. From the sound of Tracie’s tone, the latter knew who could be the mastermind of everything happening at the moment.

“Get the girl now!!” The man with the scar repeated the order, and more men came out from a car they didn’t notice and surrounded them.

Swiftly, Tracie brought out a gun she’d tugged behind her pants before she’d woken up both Kael and Anastasia earlier.

Without wasting a single moment, she pointed it at them, threatening them to come forward if they wanted to waste their lives for an unworthy mission.

“He wants her,” the man with a scar said. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. This is the moment he finally gets to have his revenge.”

“Fuck that shit!!” Tracie responded, firing the bullet and killing as many men as she could before the bullet ran out.

“Xander wants her,” the man with the scar said, finally adding a name.

“You can tell him to go fuck himself!”

Anastasia frowned, wondering who Xander could be.

All of a sudden, she heard footsteps heading towards her. From the corners of her eyes, she saw one of the men running towards her with such a quick speed with a metal rod in his hands.

Before she could try to defend herself, he’d already hit her with it.

Anastasia’s eyes closed shut, and all she could see was black.