Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 85

Bianca’s POV.

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I sat back in my plush leather chair, the light of my phone bringing the otherwise dark room. My fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest as the grainy live footage from the warehouse played on the screen. Christiana, disheveled and clearly shaken, was sitting in that filthy chair her face wet with tears, her defiance etched into every line of her body. The camera had a perfect angle, capturing every moment of her misery.

I smirked, tilting my head slightly, savoring the scene in front of me.

This is exactly what you deserve, Christiana,” I whispered to myself, the satisfaction curling in my chest. She had begged, wept and now, she was fighting back. I admired the fight in her. But in the end, it would all be meaningless. No amount of strength would save her from what was coming. I made sure of that.

Watching her in that vulnerable state was intoxicating. Seeing her lose control, seeing the cracks in her confident facade..it was exhilarating. My lips curled into a smile, wide and sinister. Christiana was a woman used to power, influence, having the world at her feet. And now? Now, she was reduced to nothing but a scared little girl. It was poetic

“You thought you could just waltz back into Alex’s life, didn’t you?” I murmured to the screen, my voice dripping with malice. “You thought you could just win him over, get him back with those wide, innocent eyes, pretending to be some perfect little mother to his children?”

I clenched my fist, the anger bubbling up briefly before I let it go, sinking back into the satisfaction of the moment. Alex. The mere thought of him sent a rush of emotions through me, desire, rage, jealousy. He had been mine. Mine. And Christiana had the audacity to think she could step in, like I didn’t exist. I had seen them together at the hotel, spending the night as if they were some kind of happy little family,

She made me sick.

I narrowed my eyes as the footage shifted, showing one of my men pouring water on her, waking her up from whatever stupor she had fallen inte. Christiana jolted awake, fury blazing in her eyes, but it only made me laugh softly.

“Oh, now you want to act tough?” I sneered, watching as she cursed and shouted at the kidnappers, her voice hoarse but full of rage. “Please, Christiana. You’re not fooling anyone.”

My hand tightened around my phone as she started to bargain, offering to triple whatever amount they were paid, claiming her kids needed her. Her voice cracked at the mention of her children, and for a split second, her strength wavered.

Pathetic.

“Triple the amount? Really?” I chuckled darkly, the sound hollow in the room. “It’s not about the money, sweetheart. It’s about teaching you a lesson.”

I crossed my legs, the silk of my dress smooth under my fingertips as I leaned forward, my eyes glued to the screen. One of my men finally spoke, telling her they were just following instructions. Her response was immediate, spitting at him, her voice sharp with defiance. It was amusing, really. She still thought she had a chance to escape, still thought her words could sway them. As if they hadn’t been handpicked by me. As if I didn’t control every move they made.

“You’re in my world now, Christiana,” I whispered, my voice cold, “No one’s coming to save you.”

table in front of me. The light flickered across the walls as I smiled to myself.

to do anything to get her back. And when he did? He’d realize that no matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, Christiana would be out of

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Chapter 85

my phone, her agor cries still echoing in my ears.

fingers tracing the edge of

apart for her. And I would be there

wine glass as I watched the

something at one of the men, her voice echoing through the warehouse. “Wh sent you? What do you want from me?” she demanded, her eyes blazing with fury, her

the desperation creeping into her voice. She was unraveling, piece by piece. Slowly,

I muttered to myself, swirling the wine in

in

her fists, her voice a was

anger.

smirk deepening. This was the moment. The shift from

mused aloud, shaking my head slightly. “So much for the strong,

her eyes was starting to show, s was starting to understand there was no

following orders. The simplicity

she spat at him. I couldn’t help but laugh at her futile defiance, watching as the spittle

her voice trembling slightly now. “How much are they paying you? Whatever it is, I’ll triple it! Jus let me go, my children need

to go. But it wouldn’t matter. Money wasn’t

Was

body language screamed indifference. “You’re wasting your breath,” he said

they don’t, sweetheart.” I whispered to myself, a smile dancing on

in her stiff facade, She hadn’t expected that. She always thought she could buy her way out of trouble, didn’t she? The powerful Christiana who always

she cried out, her voice desperate now, “I haven’t done

tilted my head, intrigued. There it was, her fear was spilling over. The invincible Christiana was finally breaking. My heart raced

this time None of them did. I

she covered her face, her shoulders trembling. “Please. Her voice dropped to