Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Belinda was just as scared as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, this being her first tpulling a stunt like this. She quickly

propped Mia into the car.

Mia was barely hanging onto consciousness, but she could sense the danger. Fumbling for her phone, she attempted to make a call

for help.

However, her recent call history was littered with Zoey's number, and in her confusion, she called Zoey by mistake.

Zoey hadn't blocked her; as she saw it was her call, she thought Mia was likely calling to chew her out again.

Aside from publicly humiliating Zoey by dragging her to the restroom during parties to slap her, Mia relished making harassing

calls in the dead of night. She even threatened Zoey, forbidding her from blocking her number, promising that the next slap would

be harder if she discovered she'd been blocked.

Who could Zoey turn to? Fitch? He wouldn't believe a word against Mia, and even warned Zoey not to mess with her.

The phone rang and rang, but Zoey simply muted it, refusing to answer. Mia's grasp on awareness was slipping, yet she managed

to call a few more times.

Each call went to Zoey. Mia couldn't see whom she was calling; she just knew she was screaming for help into the void.

After five ignored calls, and during the last one, Belinda seemed to snap to her senses, pulling over and snatching Mia's phone

from the back seat.

Zoey? As if she'd

tart!"

a swift motion, Belinda slapped Mia twice, jolting

me? If my brother finds out, he won't

out, my man and I will

the driver's seat. The car pulled up to her

man down.

was initially irritable, but when he heard of a "surprise", he begrudgingly cdown, only to spot Mia in the back

was a looker, young and by far the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on. And a heiress to boot! He reckoned that one night

would be worth dying

word, he climbed into the

hit the road to the

stuff Mia was carrying

she had money and Mia in her clutches, her man

all she cared about was keeping her

hour, they were speeding down the highway,

would be the first

were strangers, a poor town where many

grabbed Mia by the shoulders, pushing her into the seat. Mia's head was foggy, but she

happening

searing pain tore through her, and she looked up in terror at the man on top of her, "Get off! Help! Help, Fitch,

Fitch, please csave me!"

the front seat,

family had no inkling that Mia was in trouble. After all, she often stayed