After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#129 “You will not Kill Me.”

Sophia forced herself to take deep breaths, realizing that no matter what was happening, maintaining her composure was crucial for survival. She began scanning the dimly lit car for any possible means of escape or hints about their destination.

The windows were tinted, obscuring her view of the surroundings, making it challenging for Sophia to discern their route. In her mind, she mentally tracked the turns, contemplating the possibility of retracing her steps if she ever got a chance to escape and return to the safety of the hotel.

Seated in the back, she was flanked by men dressed in black, with a driver and another masked man in the front. The environment surrounding her made Sophia conclude that whoever wanted her was a person with money and power.

The high-end car, complete with advanced features, continued its journey without anyone uttering a word. Sophia found solace in the belief that if her captors intended to harm her, they would have done so already.

The vehicle eventually came to a halt, and abruptly, a blindfold was placed over Sophia’s eyes. Accepting the situation without resistance, she decided not to ask questions, sensing that information would not be freely shared. She had a feeling she’d soon find out why they’d kidnapped her.

Guided out of the car, Sophia noticed her heels sinking into the soft ground. She made a mental note that they had most likely taken her to the desert, but they weren’t far from the city. The drive was no more than twenty minutes.

The men maneuvered her through an unfamiliar path until she felt solid ground beneath her feet. This suggested an enclosed space, possibly a building. After a couple of turns, a door creaked open, and she was led into a room. Placed in a chair, the blindfold was removed, and Sophia blinked to adjust her eyes to the sudden light.

Seated across from her was a tall man in his late forties, impeccably dressed in a suit. He was smiling at her, but Sophia did not return his smile.

her surroundings, the room appeared abandoned, with bare concrete walls, a solitary table, and a chair. The men

boss across from her, as

the tension, Sophia addressed the man defiantly, “Are you going to explain why you brought me here, or do I have to piece it

her. She knew that if she showed weakness

my hostages are usually bawling their eyes out by now,” he

don’t like to cry

sly

man erupted into laughter, shaking his head as if amused by

good time to be scared, because we have

you want from me?” Sophia demanded, straightening

I want you to stop meddling in Daniel’s

on the man. “To whom?” she asked, genuine confusion

someone who helped

assertive. She already had a hunch about the connection, but she

brother, Mike. Lisa’s husband. You intervened by postponing help that we do

would I do that?” Sophia retorted. “If the will is real, as your Daniel claims, then