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.”

light flickered across the walls as I smiled to

anything to get her back. And when he did? He’d realize that no matter how hard he tried, no matter what he

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Chapter 85

voice like silk as I swiped the screen to lock my phone, her agor cries still echoing in my ears. “But now… now, you’re exactly

fingers tracing the edge of my phone as

all fall apart for her. And I would be there to watch

reclined back in my chair, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of my wine glass as I watched the screen with a Christiana’s defiance was admirable, but it wouldn’t last. It never did. They always broke in

one of the men, her voice echoing through the warehouse. “Wh sent you? What do you want

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

myself, swirling the wine in my glass. “No

in

voice a was of frustration

anger.

The shift from anger to desperation, from strength to helplessness. It was intoxicating to

she begging already?” I mused aloud, shaking my head slightly. “So much for the strong,

now contorted with rage and confusion. The desperation in her eyes was starting to show, s

orders. The simplicity of it was perfect. No explanations, no details.

narrowed, and she spat at him. I couldn’t help but laugh at her futile defiance, watching as the spittle landed on the man’s mask. She was trying so hard to be strong,

now. “How much are they paying you? Whatever it is, I’ll triple it! Jus

the lengths she was willing to go.

Was

of the kidnappers turned to her, his mask covering any hint of expression, but his body language screamed indifference. “You’re wasting your breath,” he said

I whispered to myself, a smile dancing on my lips. I had made sure of

second, a crack in her stiff facade, She hadn’t expected that. She always thought she could buy her way out of

out, her voice desperate now, “I haven’t

over. The invincible Christiana

time None of them did. I had trained them

face, her shoulders trembling. “Please. Her voice