Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2097

On the other side, Stella found herself abruptly snatched and dragged next to Beck, a blindfold darkening her world.

All she had wanted was to pop downstairs to the supermarket for some groceries. Little did she know, she'd end up kidnapped, clueless about her captor's identity.

Forced to kneel, the flick of a lighter near her ear was the only sound breaking the tense silence.

Beck, seated mightily in his chair, looked down upon her with a gaze that sent chills down her spine.

Stella's face tensed, an instinctive cry for Beck almost escaping her lips before his next words froze her completely.

"The house you've been living in belongs to a hacker linked to Maja's kidnapping. When I caught him, he refused to squeal. Turns out, it was you, Stella."

The smirk slowly fading from Stella's eyes, she knew Beck must've unearthed some clue to speak so boldly.

She was trapped, with no way out.

Lowering her head, she chose silence over defense.

But Beck, seizing her hair with a swift motion, forced her to meet his eyes, inflicting a sharp pain that wrinkled her forehead, though she quickly masked it with a smile.

"Beck, haven't you figured it all out already?"

The moment she finished speaking, Beck flung her aside.

She hit the ground hard, a cold sweat breaking out from the pain.

"Stella, my family is my red line. Did you really think I could ever forgive you?"

ground, Stella

felt an overwhelming irritation. He was never one to lay hands

been mingling with Jason. Coincidentally, his people are

might hand her over to

you over to them. Whether you survive is

drained, Stella coughed, noticing fresh blood on her

her posture, kneeling before

consider

a cigarette, didn't spare her

to leave, Stella couldn't help but call out

your kin, and so am I, even if by the slimmest thread of

her plea, Beck's

next second, a paternity

stung, but a glance at the headline told her all she needed to know. On the way here, Beck had ordered another paternity test without her knowledge or tricks. Her secret

wasn't a Sanders by blood, but an

didn't rush to leave this time, instead

smile vanished as she lowered her gaze,

kneeling to meet her

"You're no Sanders. And

the rest of us. Morgan's leg

because

you

guilt?"

offered him a weak

come closer. I have