Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 170

Chapter 169

Christiana’s POV.

The sound of gravel crunching beneath someone’s boots sent a jolt of fear through me. My chest tightened as I clutched my coat, trying to keep the shivers from taking over. The wind felt colder now, biting against my skin. A shadow moved from the trees, and a figure stepped into the faint light coming from my car’s headlights.

He was wearing a mask. Black, featureless, and terrifying.

“Are you alone?” the man asked, his voice muffled and low.

“Yes,” I choked out, my voice trembling. My hands were clammy and my legs felt like they would give out at any second. “I’m alone. Please… I just want my kids.”

The man didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was in no rush. My breathing quickened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of black fabric.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I froze, my feet rooted to the spot.

“Turn around,” he repeated, this time sharper.

My hands shook as I obeyed, turning my back to him. The next thing I knew, the fabric was wrapped around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My heart raced as I felt his gloved hands tie the blindfold tightly behind my head.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll see,” he said, his tone flat and emotionless.

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the thought of my kids kept me silent.

“Walk,” he instructed, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

I stumbled forward, the ground uneven beneath my feet. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic I couldn’t place. The man guided me to what felt like a car, opening the door and gently pushing me inside.

“Sit,” he said.

I slid into the seat, my hands gripping the edge as I tried to steady my breathing. The door slammed shut behind me, and a moment later, the car started.

The drive felt endless. I had no idea where we were going, and the blindfold only made it worse. My mind raced with every horrible possibility. Were Ethan and Emma okay? Were they here? Were they….

No. I couldn’t let myself think like that.

I clenched my fists, trying to focus on the hum of the engine and the occasional turns the car made. My stomach churned with every bump in the road, and the tension in my chest grew Heavier with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, the car came to a stop.

The door opened, and I felt a hand grip my arm, pulling me our My legs wobbled as I stood the cold air hitting me agan.

Take her inside a voice said, but it wasn’t the same man.

The blindfold was yanked off, and I blinked against the sudden light in front of me was a massive warehouse, its mela

doors looming like a giant mouth waiting to swallow me whole. The man in the mask stood beside me, unreadable beneath the dark cover.

“Move,” he said, nodding toward the entrance.

I hesitated, my feet refusing to move.

“Where are my kids?” I demanded, my voice breaking.

keep wasting time, and

his

expression

spine. I swallowed hard and started walking toward the

and oil, the kind of smell that clung to the back of your throat. The man walked behind me, his presence looming, and I could feel

hurt?” I

No answer.

down hard on my bottom lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. I couldn’t lose it now.

footsteps echoing off the metal walls. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it

empty space. The room was dimly lit

he said, stepping

turned to face him, my voice trembling as I spoke. “Please, just let me see

man didn’t respond. He simply stood there, his arms crossed,

struggled to keep my breathing steady, my eyes

a tear slip down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to show weakness, even

his weight, and I could feel his presence like a shadow

this, whatever they

hoped I

heavy footsteps echoed in the empty space, breaking the suffocating silence. My head snapped toward the direction of the noise, my heart hammering so

The man in the mask stood perfectly still behind me, his arms crossed like he was waiting for

anxiety through me. My breathing

from the darkness, stepping

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tremble in my voice giving out how shaken I

dressed sharply, as always, his suit designed to perfection, but there was a darkness

smoothly, his voice calm but with a chilling edge. He stopped a few feet away, tucking his hands casually into his pockets as though this were some

beneath me. Rage and terror surged through my veins, but all I could manage was a shaky, “What are you

Those cold, calculating eyes stayed

reaction.

that easily, did you?” he said, his tone as smooth

a

my children?” I demanded, my voice cracking as tears spilled down my face. “What have you

head slightly, as if amused by my outburst. “Relax,” he

I felt my legs buckle slightly. The man in the mask shifted behind me, presence looming, but I couldn’t tear my

swear to God, if you’ve hurt them…” I started, but Daniel cut me off

his

kids. Your precious little bundles of joy. Why would I

ant?”

cher tightened and the rom spun. I wanted to scream, to charge at him, to make

His presence, his words, froze

spat, my

tell me where

shrugged, unfazed by my insult. “Call me what you want. The fact remains….you’re here. And now,

my spine. Whatever he wanted, whatever his twisted game was, I knew one thing for certain: I

narrowing as he studied me. Let’s not waste time, Christiana,” he said, his

trembling as dread clawed its way up my throat, For the first time in my

fear and fury. “What is this about, Daniel? Why are you

shifted, his smirk fading into something more serious, almost vulnerable. “Do you know what it’s like to give someone your heart, only for them to shatter

sudden change in his tone. “What are you

again. “I loved you, Christiana. With everything inside of me, I loved you,” he said, his voice soft but laced with bitterness. “But you…” He laughed bitterly,

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