Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 89

Christiana’s POV.

The air outside the warehouse hit me like a punch. After days of being trapped in that dingy, suffocating space, the open world felt foreign, like I’d forgotten what freedom tasted like. I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, my body stiff and aching from days of being tied up.

Markus that was his name. He had taken off the mask and I figured who he truly was. It was as if knowing his name would somehow make this less twisted

“Here” Markus said, gesturing to a taxi parked at the edge of the rundown street. “I told the driver to take you wherever you need to go. Please just know I never meant for this to happen.

I looked at him, my mind spinning. His face was pale, his eyes filled with remorse, but I couldn’t shake the image of him tying me to that chair, watching me suffer. And then the slaps. The apology didn’t erase the pain, the fear.

I stepped toward the taxi, wanting nothing more than to get far away from this nightmare. But Markus wasn’t done.

“Christiana, please,” he said again, stepping closer, his voice thick with desperation. “I didn’t know it was you. I owe you my mother’s life. If I had known… I would have refused the job. I swear it.”

I met his eyes, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “You should’ve refused it anyway. You kidnapped me. You tied me up. You helped keep me from my kids.”

His face twisted with guilt. “I know, I know. And I’ll live with that. But please believe me, I didn’t know. Bianca…she’s the one who hired me. She didn’t tell me who you were

The mention of Bianca’s name sent a surge of rage through me. My jaw tightened, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. Bianca. Of course, it was her. The woman had always despised me, always hiding in the shadows of Alex’s life like a vulture waiting to strike. And now, she had finally made her move

“Bianca” I spat, tasting the venom in my voice. “Of course, it’s her

the fire in my

cold, my eyes narrowing as 1 glared

can’t take it back,” he whispered, his voice

had orchestrated this. The woman had crossed a line she couldn’t come back from, and the only thing I could think about now was how much I wanted

watching us from inside the car, his gaze flickerung between me and Markus, probably sensing the tension. I opened the door and slid into the back seat, feeling the

one last time, his voice desperate. “I’m sorry, Christiana. Truly. If there’s anything

of my way,” I snapped, not even

step back as the door slammed shut. I gave the driver my address, and as the car began to pull away,

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digging into my skin. Bianca had made this personal. She

going to regret this, I muttered under my breath, my jaw tight,

me in the rearview mirror but wisely

from days of captivity. But none of it mattered. All could think about was vengeance. Bianca was going to

each passing second, my jaw only hardened. I would find Bianca. I would confront

This wasn’t over.

familiar sight of the building making my heart race. It was the first sign of safety after what felt like an eternity, I could see two of my bodyguards stationed at the entrance, tall and alert, their eyes scanning the

a stop, their heads snapped toward me, and I watched the confusion flash across their faces. One of them. Thomas, narrowed his eyes, and then recognition hit him. His posture straightened,