Chapter 120 Road To Redemption

• Rachel POV
• The highway unfurled before us, an endless stretch of asphalt shimmering under the midday sun, cutting through fields of golden grass that swayed in the breeze, the truck’s tires humming a steady, hypnotic rhythm, their low drone mingling with the engine’s throaty growl, a sound that had become the pulse of our freedom, a lifeline carrying us away from the gilded cage of Scarlett’s Beverly Hills mansion, from the scar on my side that still whispered of Celine’s bullet, from the lovesickness that had nearly shattered my spirit. Jeremy drove in silence, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw tight, his green eyes fixed on the road, their depths shadowed with a pensiveness that tugged at my heart, a quiet that felt heavy after our heated conversation in the motel room, where I’d pleaded for us to face Nick and Scarlett, to prove our love’s worth, while he’d urged us to flee to another continent, far from judgment, far from pain.
• I sat beside him, my knees tucked under me, my fingers tracing the worn leather of the seat, its cedar-and-musk scent a comfort that anchored me, a reminder of Miami nights by the pool, of stolen kisses, of a love that had survived Celine’s venomous blackmail, Nick’s cold ultimatums, Scarlett’s tear-soaked control, a love we’d fought for, bled for, run for. The silence stretched, thick and tangible, broken only by the occasional creak of the truck’s frame, the faint crackle of the radio, its signal too weak to hold a station, a static hum that mirrored the uncertainty in my chest.