Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with sstrangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in

since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating

through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful

eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and becso obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

Philip looked up at him.

direct confrontation

man's nwas Summer, and he was connected to

he and Summer were the only two with ties to

owned Forbidden Island, and for years he had been supplying the research facility

a place of influence

with the research facility, there

would have thought that Quentin would

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

asked, his face

a full day of torture, died, and his body was dumped

said, unfazed by the fate of the young man he had watched grow

eyebrow in understanding, chuckling

have gone easy on him,

one to show

took a seat, silent. He knew he had once

she squandered his leniency and thus deserved her fate as a plaything

preordained. Human efforts are in

secrecy shrouding the research facility.

unclear to

freely, and individual records were kept confidential,

highest echelons.

down his teacup, "This tI failed

and as ruthless

suddenly sided with Maja, as if

was indeed

here today?" Summer

want to confirm if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated with a smile, his

before the explosion, he had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts on Forbidden

Forbidden Island was Summer's domain, the only place

Cynthia dead or