Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 84

Christiana’s POV

Cold water splashed over my head, jolting me awake with a sharp gasp. I coughed, sputtering as the icy sensation hit my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My hair clung to my face, drenched, but all I could feel was the surge of anger bubbling up inside me. No more fear. Not today,

I blinked against the harsh light streaming through the cracks of the warehouse windows. Dawn. The night had come and gone, and yet they were still here, still masked, still silent, still looming over me like faceless shadows.

But I wasn’t the same as I was yesterday. No pleading. No begging. My mind wasn’t on my captors anymore. It was on my children, Ethan and Emma. They needed me. They were probably terrified, waiting for me to come home. My heart clenched at the thought of their tear–streaked faces, but I swallowed that fear, burying it beneath my anger.

“What do you want?” I spat, glaring at the men. My voice was hoarse, but the fury behind it was unmistakable. “Who sent you? Why are you keeping me here like this? Answer me!”

They remained silent, their eyes hidden behind the black fabric of their masks. The sound of my own ragged breathing filled the air as I strained against the ropes binding me to the chair. My wrists were sore, rubbed raw from my earlier struggles, but I wasn’t about to stop

I cursed under my breath, the rage spilling over. “What is this?” I yelled, my voice echoing in the empty space. going to kill me, then just get it over with! Stop making me suffert I’m not afraid of you!”

“If you’re

One of the men stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. I tensed, glaring at him through the strands of wet hair falling into my eyes.

“We’re just following instructions,” he said finally, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion.

“Instructions?” I snapped, laughing bitterly. “How much did they pay you, huh? How much for my life? Whatever it is, I’ll triple it! I swear, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just let me go. My kids need me!” My voice cracked at the end, but I forced myself to stay strong, locking eyes with him even though I couldn’t see his face.

The man didn’t flinch, didn’t react to my outburst. He merely tilted his head slightly, as if contemplating my offer, but there was no real consideration in his posture. He was a puppet, and I wasn’t the one pulling the strings.

He shook his head, his voice flat. “It’s not about money”

tightening. “Then what? What do you want from me? I’m innocent! I haven’t done a thing to hurt

Silence. Again.

over, and before I knew it, I spat in his direction, my hands curling into fists despite the bindings “Cowards! All of you! Hiding behind masks, doing someone else’s dirty work. If you had any decency, you’d end this

his mask slowly, his body language calm, too calm, and that unnerved me. He bent down

know is that

rolling my eyes in disbelief. “Not personal? You’re keeping me tied up like some animal while my children…” My voice broke, but I quickly recovered….my children are crying for

None of them flinched.

to let them fall. Not

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have the wrong person. Whoever you think I am, whatever you think I’ve done.. you’re

about their orders. I could see it in their cold, empty stares,

helpless to do anything. But one thing was certain, I would not

care who sent you.” I muttered, my voice low but fierce. “But if I ever

said what I needed to say. Now, all I could do was wait. Wait for an opportunity. Wait

the room were the faint hum of a distant engine and the muffled footsteps of my captors moving around outside. My wrists ached, my back stiff from sitting in the same position for so long, but I refused

and one of the kidnappers stepped inside, carrying a tray. The smell of food hit me instantly, bread, some kind of stew, and water. My stomach twisted in hunger, but I glared at

one thought: poison. My gut

said flatly, his voice

at him, crossing my arms as best I could in my bound position. “You think

and ripped it in half. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it to his mouth and ate it, chewing it with the

if reading my mind, he reached down again, dipping the