Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AUTHOR'S POV

"No!"

Aiden and Dennis bit out at the same time.

Anastasia looked between the both of them, getting even more infuriated. "What do you mean no?"

"Ana, you ca-"

"I am no-"

Each of them began again, speaking over each other.

"I want to hear nothing!" She stopped them with her two palms raised on either side of her. "I'll go by myself, simple!" She finished and grabbed the bag.

It had been over an hour after they received the video. They've successfully raised the money, but they still had no one to take the money to the designated location, because Aiden and Dennis wouldn't be on the same page.

The two men tried to talk her out of it.

Aiden understood Dennis' point of view. It wasn't like he had plenty of money laying around to just give to kidnappers, he just wanted his daughter back. After she was safely in their arms, then they could involve all types of authorities and security. But definitely not at the expense of Amie's safety. "Come on, Ana, we've got this. Just remain here with Justin," he said as his gaze cut to Justin squirming in his court as he curiously watched them.

"No!" Ana wasn't having it. "You've wasted enough time."

Anastasia had tried to be patient, but they've both been arguing for the past thirty minutes.

"Ana, please, we don't know what these people have planned, please, you can't go. Let me go," Dennis pleaded.

Even as both men pleaded, they knew she wouldn't yield. And so as she ignored both of them and made her way outside, the wheels in their heads turned.

Ana opened the car door, then she turned to the two men.

stay back and let me do this," she told them before she got into the

muttered to herself as she

of the driveway. Without a word, Dennis

and climbed in, he felt Dennis gaze on him. He took the opposite route that Anastasia had just taken but once he was

knew very well that Ana needed protection. She

to notice the car that had trailed behind her for the past thirty minutes. Finally,

make a turn into what looked like an alley, he knew he would be discovered if he followed her, so he parked his car and continued his journey on

the ruined and deserted construction site. She grabbed the bag and walked to the front of the uncompleted building, her eyes going from each open window to the next, hoping she'd spot Amie or one of

called out after

idiots hadn't provided a phone number. Just an address to meet up, drop the money and get

tightened, her palms become sweaty as she tried to calm her

"Hello? Anyone here?"

saw another alleyway. He walked through and burst out

after a few seconds, he could hear the almost incoherent, "help, please,

took steps toward

stopped. Then, "Daddy?" Then she burst into tears again. "Daddy,

called back

room, was Amie. She was tied to

"Daddy!"

her as she frantically tried to untie the right rope around her

called gently as he

eyes swollen from crying so much and simultaneously glossy

to see

few feet from reaching her, two hefty men appeared out of nowhere and stepped

money?" One of them demanded

his hands up. "It's out front where you

"We can't

while, Amie's wails reached